37. Chapter 37
Chapter 37
Javier
I hadn't fully closed the door of my house when I pushed Nora against it and kissed her. Blood rushed in my ears, yet her fast breathing sounded as clear as my own. Lights off in my home, we moved against each other like we were still on the dance floor, now following a rhythm only we could hear.
Our bodies seemed glued together, and yet I craved more. A voracious need got me nibbling on her jaw, kissing her neck, sucking on her earlobe. If it weren't for her clothes, I'd take her right there. As it was, my hands couldn't stay still, touching every part of her I could reach.
"Where is your room?" she asked.
"Fourth floor," I grumbled. "Fuck."
"Then we better start our journey upstairs, shouldn't we? It might take us years."
Her breathless words pulled a resigned chuckle from me. I gave her one last, hard kiss, and took her hand.
I pulled and guided her to the stairs. "Remind me to get the elevator working again."
"There's an elevator?"
"This used to be my grandmother's home." I took three steps at a time. Nora followed fast behind. "A tall house like this isn't friendly to an old person without one."
We rounded the banister to the next floor and took the second flight of stairs.
"Slow down," she complained. "My legs are not as long as yours and cardio isn't my forte—"
I pushed her against the wall halfway up the stairway. "If I slow down I'm going to end up fucking you right here."
She hooked her fingers on my pant pockets and pulled me closer to her. I groaned and pushed my erection against her.
She moaned. "I wouldn't have a problem with that. I want you."
"Fuck." I turned her against the wall and rubbed against her ass, and kissed her neck. "Hearing people say they want me has never turned me on before. It was fine. Fun, maybe. But when you do it…"
I ran my hands over her body, greedily covering territory on her ass, her hips, her belly.
"This okay?" I asked when my hand trailed over her clothes, and took over the fleshy triangle at the apex of her legs.
"Oh god…" Her hands flattened against the wall, while her nails dug into the plaster. "Yes."
I dug two fingers into the point where thighs and sex met.
I finished my thought, half aware of it, focused as I was in learning her pussy through her clothes. "When you say you want me, I lose my mind."
"I want you." She pushed her ass back against me and moaned.
I groaned. Mindlessly, I pulled her from the wall and led her to sit on a random staircase step.
Her hand shot to the banister, the other to keep her balance on the step above. "Javier!"
I opened her legs, raked my fingers down her thick, soft thighs. I fidgeted with the large ornamental button keeping her pants closed.
"I need my mouth on you," I said.
She tormented me with a slow lick of her bottom lip. "Show me what you want to do."
Kneeling an appropriate number of steps below her, I opened the button and pulled the piece of clothing down. With wide legs they slid down her generous limbs easily. She kept her heels; one of them settled on my shoulder and stabbed.
I whimpered with need. My eyes locked on her pussy, hidden behind black silk. Two of my fingers made a pass down the soft fabric, before pushing it to the side.
I gazed at her. "Can I use my tongue on you?"
Mouth open in lust, she arched an eyebrow. "I don't know. Can you?"
I licked my bottom lip and smiled. "If I may."
I dove mouth-first to her. The same insatiable thirst from that day in my library took over, and I played with her until she squirmed and buckled from my touch. I parted her lips with my fingers, teasing sensitive skin and folds and slick everything.
Her moans filled my ears and her taste coated my mouth— I couldn't get enough. I licked and sucked, and I would forever seek more of this salt and tang on my tongue. She undulated in search of friction, like the stairs were my soft mattress and writhing was the most natural of consequences.
"Please, Javier," she whimpered. "I need you inside."
I pushed two fingers into her and curled them to search for and rub the right spot. My mouth kept working her; a tremor ran through her thighs and I almost lost it. I pushed a hand down where her belly turned to her mound— if she came, I wanted to feel it.
"Fuck! Javier—" she moaned.
"Come, Nora," I mumbled against her flesh. "Give me one before we go upstairs."
"I want to come with you inside—"
"You will. I can give you another— and another—"
I took as much of her clit into my mouth as I could and flicked it with my tongue.
"Fuuuuck—"
She trembled all over. Her thighs squeezed my head and a string of curses left my mouth— I didn't know which ones. I pushed my tongue into her and lapped from the results of her climax, until she pulled from my hair to ask me to stop.
"Holy shit, Javier." She chuckled and brought me to her. "You love eating out, don't you?"
"I love eating you out." I rested my weight with my hands on the stairs and kissed her. "Do you taste yourself?"
She nodded.
"Isn't it obvious why I can't get enough?" I asked.
"You make me feel sexy," she whispered.
"Good."
I pulled from her hand so we stood. My erection tented my slacks; I was so hard I could burst. Her eyes dropped to my cock. Enjoying her attention, I stroked my hard on with a hand a couple of times.
My eyes swallowed the sight of her. Standing two steps above me, she was my same height. Her translucent shirt hung open, doing nothing to cover her curves in her bustier and panties.
"Take that shirt off for me?" I asked.
She did, and I gulped. Her breasts pushed against the structured lines of the corset-type garment. Her underwear teased at the rounds of her hips.
"Turn around, please." This time, my voice came out raspy.
She did. The back of her panties disappeared into her ass, but askew now that I had played with her. The volume of her body offered hills and dips that begged for my reverence. It intoxicated me with urgency for her; I was left dazed in my need for her.
"You're incredible, Nora."
She gazed at me over her shoulder. "Should I go up?"
I bent down and gently bit on the indulgent round of her ass. "Please."
I regretted it as soon as she started up the stairs, and I could see her flesh jiggling with each step.
Whatever sound I made got her giggling. "You okay back there?"
"You have no idea how much I want you."
The fervor in my voice spurred her on, and she took on the stairs faster. Her hips and thighs quaked with her movements, and I tormented myself with my hand as I watched her go.
"Hurry," I groaned, "or I'm going to stop you again just to get wet from you."
She stopped only a few steps away from the fourth floor landing.
"What?" She asked, breathless. One hand rested on the wooden railing; the other reached for my undone tie and pulled. "Wet from me?"
She dropped the tie on the floor and undid the top buttons of my shirt with a single hand.
I stepped closer to her, one hand behind her on the banister, the other lazily stroking my cock. "I want to sink into you. Get my cock wet with you. To know how you feel, before I watch you walk into my room and into my bed, wearing these sexy clothes and your heels."
Her eyes fastened to mine. She fished my chain out of my shirt and pulled me from it. It dug on the back of my neck, sharp on my skin. I would have followed her call like a leashed dog, had it hurt or not. She had me at her mercy and didn't know it.
She tugged until placing my mouth on hers was the only thing that made sense. We kissed, a fevered lock of our mouths and tongues.
"You sound so famished for sex," she whispered.
I took her chin with two firm fingers. I spoke with my lips close enough for our mouths to touch, my eyes opened and desperate on hers.
"Don't get it wrong, Nora. I didn't go four years without sex despite my instincts. I rarely missed it… and I never starved until I met you." I devoured her mouth for a minute, another. "If I'm famished, it's for you."
I turned her around and pushed my bulge hard against her backside. She grabbed onto the wooden railing and let me torment us both with the promise of doing the same, skin to skin.
A loud whimper broke the dark of the staircase. Her back arched up. The banister kept her in place as I lost my mind for her.
"You're going to feel so good," I groaned. "So fucking good. I know you will."
"Javier…" she panted.
"F-fuck." I stopped before I came in my pants. It almost destroyed me not to shove my clothes down, pull her underwear to the side again, and push into her at last.
The control it took to hold back electrified my veins. Buzzing took over my mind. I had never wanted like this.
"Why did you stop?" she whined.
I took the last few steps to the landing for my bedroom suite and kicked my shoes off. I'd lost my jacket at some point; I didn't know where I'd dropped it in the house… and couldn't care less. With shaky fingertips I undid the rest of my shirt buttons and dropped it to the floor.
I stood in my slacks and my necklace, my cock hard and straining, seeking more of her.
"I need to have you in my bed." My voice rasped through my throat.
She walked toward me, her heels clicking on the parquet floor. Her lips tilted in a small smile.
I stole a kiss from her and interlocked our fingers. With determined steps, I took her through the right door, my heart in my throat.