Chapter 21
Meg
Just as I’m getting comfortable with the standing position we are in, Sterling throws me off kilter by lifting me, ME—on top of the counter.
I guess he didn’t have the proper…leverage.
I have to admit, I panicked for a millisecond.
I haven’t been picked up since I was probably seven.
I didn’t think it was possible, but Sterling made it seem effortless.
Before I know it, he is kissing me again.
I sink into it. I cannot believe that this is where the night has gone.
This may just be for now, but I’m going to enjoy every second of this.
It isn’t everyday that I get to make out with a tall, dark, handsome, capable man.
This make-out session will keep me fulfilled on those long nights that I spend alone in my bed. When I go back to the real world.
Sterling’s hand starts to move down my my neck. He skates my side and moves to my waist. Pulling me forward so that his hips and mine connect. I gasp at the evidence of our make out session coming into contact with the thin seam of my leggings.
Sterling’s erection bumps up against my my clit and I automatically move my hips searching for a repeat of that brief friction.
He chuckles and gives me what I am looking for.
I feel that chuckle all the way to my abdomen.
It sounds like confidence and experience.
He bumps into that spot again and I lurch forward.
His hand is pulling up the oversized sweatshirt I’m wearing and moving underneath.
My long sleeve shirt is thin, and I can feel his lightly callused hand moving to the back of my waist.
His hand sweeps up and down my back. His hips moving forward and back.
His mouth controlling mine. My body is on fire and freezing at the same time.
The crotch in my leggings is getting wet.
I should be embarrassed but all I can do is feel.
I feel like I’m climbing this hill and I just need to get to the top.
Every time I feel like I am almost there, Sterling pulls away, as if he knows.
It is like he knows how much pressure I need to keep me on the edge.
I realize the noises I am hearing are coming from me.
They are like mewling noises. I have never made these noises in my life.
I never understood what women meant when they said that men played their body like an instrument.
I always thought they were full of it. Sterling was giving me quite the tutorial.
Just when I think he is going to give me what I need he pulls away slightly again.
I groan low in my throat. Sterling moves his mouth to my neck and begins kissing, and licking, and suckling.
He apparently has found a spot there that is a direct line to my clit.
I can almost feel it beating in time with the pulse in my neck.
He is going to drive me out of my mind. I have never been in this place before. I realize that my hands are roaming all over his well developed upper body. There is no pattern. They are just greedily feeling all of the hard planes and dips. His muscles bunch and release.
Sterling is back at my mouth again, I wish I could say I took that break to take some deep breaths. Really, all I could do was clutch his shoulders and hold on for dear life as his hips took me to a fever pitch.
He brings me higher up the theoretical mountain and then keeps me there. His hands have found their way under my sweatshirt to my nipples. He is thumbing them over my shirt and tweaking them. I let out a squeak and move my hips towards his. He moves his mouth to my ear lobe and licks and kisses it.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispers lowly, almost growling. I almost lose it in that moment. I can’t formulate words. It is like my brain is broken.
“What do you need,” he prods again. One hand is playing with my nipple, the other is playing with the waist band of my leggings. His hips have stilled.
His breath on my neck is short circuiting my brain and I am panting. My brain is scrambling. All I can get out is one word.
“Please,” I breathe out. I almost feel faint. Cresting the hill is just out of reach and Sterling is in control.
“Please, what,” he says simply and moves his hips slightly.
Reminding me of the precipice I have been standing over.
Teasing me. I’m pulling him towards me, and he won’t get any closer.
My legs are locked behind his trying to pull his hips towards me even more.
He is strong and won’t give in to my silent demands.
Suddenly the dam breaks and the words tumble from my lips.