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But she moans so prettily when I do it, so the second time, I'm more deliberate with it. I move slower, and let my other hand push the bunching fabric of her dress up over her hip. Her skin is soft and warm, the heat of her barely contained by the sheer fabric of her panties. They're already damp by the time I touch her, just a graze between her legs that has her tensing like she's been shocked.
“You can't be serious,” she rasps. Thank God whatever she's got on her lips doesn't smear. She already looks ravished, her lips swollen and shiny, her hair mussed, her cheeks the prettiest pink I've ever seen.
Though, I suspect I’m about to see an even prettier shade very soon.
“I never start something I have no intention of finishing,” I tell her, pushing my fingers between our bodies and easily slipping the wet fabric to one side. Between her legs, shoved as close as we are, the air is hot and slick. It's easy to find and graze her entrance and all too satisfying to watch her squirm. “Might as well make the most of being trapped in an elevator, don't you agree?”
She stares up at me with wide, dark eyes, before she bites her lower lip and nods. She yanks me close for another kiss and that's all the invitation I need to adjust my grip and hold on to her while giving myself enough room to use my fingers. With a small grunt, I shove two inside her, curling them immediately as my thumb ruts up and down between her folds in search of her clit.
She lets me know when I find it, immediately jerking her hips up and clenching her thighs around me. Her heels hook at my back, and she makes the cutest, high-pitched little mewling sound I've ever heard. I’m suddenly desperate to see what other sounds I can pull out of her.
“You like that, baby?” I tease because I can't help myself.
I like it when she rolls her eyes and gets that little crease between her brows when she's irritated. Any retort she has is lost when I curl my fingers and start circling her clit with my thumb. She's so responsive and so damn easy to read. Her nails dig into my shoulders and her chest heaves with shaky breaths, lashes going low, mouth hanging open as I touch her.
Kissing down her jaw to her neck, I am pleased to note the goose bumps rising on her arms when I kiss or touch a particularly sensitive spot. The mirrored wall behind her is fogging up from our body heat and, while part of me wants to hold her up forever, another part of me is desperate to see if I can make her knees buckle completely.
“Noah!” she whisper-cries again, clutching at my hair as I kiss over her racing pulse. I groan, closing my eyes as I feel a fresh gush of slick coat my fingers as I find a particularly good spot for her.
My mouth waters. I need a taste, more than I've needed anything in my life.
I pull my fingers out and pull back so I can bring them to my mouth, sucking them clean. She gasps, her cheeks darkening further as I set her down and she squirms again.
“That's so dirty,” she complains meekly.
I grin. “You taste too good to call it dirty, Sloan,” I grumble, which makes her laugh.
I don't stay away long, still obsessed with the idea of getting more of her on my tongue. I want, more than anything, to devour her whole. I sink to my knees and grab her hands, threading them through my hair.
“Let's mess each other up, hey?”
I don't wait for her answer before I'm shoving her dress up and leaning in for my well-earned meal. She's soft and slick and pink, so wet and warm when I push a finger back inside her and keep curling into that spot she seemed to like so much before.
My tongue seeks out her clit and wraps around it when I find it, and I close my eyes with another low groan when she immediately whines and yanks on my hair. Her hips buck against me helplessly.
After a moment, she shakily puts her weight on one leg and braces her other thigh on my shoulder for balance. I moan wordlessly and wrap my hands around her hips to hold her steady, lost in the taste and feeling of her shivering and trembling with pleasure just because of what my tongue is doing to her.
I could die a happy man, right now, hearing her moan and whimper and cry out my name. She's so fucking sexy like this, helpless and demanding and needy, I can't get enough. I never want the elevator to move again.
“Oh God, ohfuck, Noah, I'm…”
God, yes, you are…
I don't bother pulling back to encourage her more, there's no way I'm moving from this spot. Fumbling, I reach down to unbutton my belt and unzip my slacks to pull my cock out, stroking myself as quickly as I can because at this rate the noises she's making are going to make me come in my pants like a fucking teenager.
She shudders, her foot digging hard into my spine and one hand flying out for balance. Her knuckles go white in my hair as she clings onto me, and her other knee buckles so she's only held up by my hand on her. She comes with a harsh moan, a juddery thing that seems to last forever, enough for me to pull back with a curse and bury my face in her stomach as I come as well, aiming as best as I can so I don't get any mess on her shoes.
Fuck…
It takes a little too long, with the room spinning and too hot and feeling her trembling against me, to realize she's not the only thing shaking.
The elevator is moving again.
Still on my knees, I throw a look at Lucy and she shrugs apologetically.
“I must have knocked one of the buttons when I was…” Her cheeks flush scarlet.
“When you were coming on my tongue?” I supply with a grin, tucking myself back into my pants and glad that the floor of the elevator isn't made of carpet.
