Chapter 25: Craving More
SEXUAL SCENE AHEAD... YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
His face was clean shaven and those piercing blue eyes had gone dark. He looked me up and down like he was approving every single decision I had made getting dressed that evening. I refused to let him see the nervousness sitting just underneath my confidence because tonight Suga was running the show.
"Yes," he said, and his voice came out a little strained, like he was fighting something. "You look absolutely gorgeous tonight Cadence."
"Thank you," I said, smoothing invisible wrinkles from my dress and moving my hair slowly behind my ear. "I wanted to look my best for you."
Okay. Now or never.
I looked directly into the camera. I needed him to see that I was there entirely for him.
"Let us play a game. I know how much you like to watch. And for the past few days I have been thinking about you constantly. You have invaded a few of my dreams about how you would please me if you had me."
"What did you have in mind?" He swallowed hard. I could see the excitement already.
"Strip Elevator."
He stiffened immediately. I had his full attention.
"How do you play?" he asked, a smirk crossing his face on the screen.
"I know you can control this elevator floor by floor or start and stop it whenever you choose." I ran my fingers slowly up and down the buttons and closed my eyes for just a moment imagining those same fingertips trailing down his chest all the way to his waist.
"And how would you know that?"
I smiled and turned around slowly so he could see my backside. I had noticed him looking at it at the park the day he chased me to the car. Some things you file away for later.
"A little birdie told me. Now are you ready to begin?"
I was more than ready. The fabric of the nightie had begun pressing against my nipples and tiny pricks of sensation were spreading outward making them harden. Warmth had started forming between my legs like someone had pressed a button I did not know existed. I licked my lips and kept my composure on the outside while my body was staging a full internal revolution.
"One question first Cadence."
I looked at the screen with a slow smile. "What might that be?" I said, pronouncing each word deliberately while the tingles spread evenly across my skin.
"Are you wearing the present I sent you?"
I wanted to say yes immediately but a moan was already begging to come out so I did what any self respecting woman in a glass elevator would do.
I pressed one perfectly polished finger to my lips. Walked closer to the camera. Slid that finger slowly down my chin, down my throat and placed it between my breasts. I moved the fabric aside with one slow deliberate motion and let the red lace appear in the frame. Then I looked back up at the lens and licked my lips.
"Are you going to let me come up and play with you?"
He grinned.
I moved my hair to one side and slowly pulled the zipper down my back. I watched him on the monitor as my fingers drew it all the way to the bottom, wiggling just slightly to hold the dress up at my throat. I could see his eyes sparkling. I turned around to show him exactly how far down the zipper went.
The elevator began to move.
I faced the night sky as the river came into view below me. Halfway up I let the dress fall to the floor and took my time stepping out of it. The elevator slowed. I turned back to face the monitor with a smile. Those hungry eyes from the night of the ball had come fully back to life and every pore on my body felt it.
I turned back to the glass and placed both hands flat against it. The cool air from the vents did absolutely nothing for the ache between my legs. I blew against the glass slowly and watched condensation form. The elevator stopped. I was suspended at the top with the black night sky all around me.
I turned to face the monitor.
He was gone.
The tingles hit full force. An unexpected moan escaped my lips before I could catch it. One hand reached for my breast and the other made its way between my legs. I was completely lost in it when the elevator doors opened.
He was standing right there.
Shirtless. And from what I could see everything else had been removed as well. The condom was already on. He walked toward me and I stepped back until my back met the glass.
The cool surface behind me was nothing compared to the heat coming off him. He was hungry and I was the feast and I had absolutely brought this on myself.
He reached for my hands and spread them against the glass. His lips found the crook of my neck and the heat from his tongue went through my skin like a live wire. Every instinct I had said wrap your arms around him and beg him to take you immediately. Forget the experiment. Forget the research. Forget the plan. I needed relief and every single thing he did was making it worse in the best possible way.
"You cannot come into my house expecting to take over," he said against my skin. "I own you for tonight. Every single time you are with me."
He moved the fabric aside with his tongue and captured a nipple in his mouth. I felt myself right on the edge and then he moved away and the loss of contact made the ache worse than before. Maybe I had bitten off considerably more than I could chew.
Time for a different approach.
"How bad do you want me Paul?" He looked up at me from my nipple.
"Just as much as you want me," he said.
I kissed him.
He was not expecting it. I had heard through the information chain that Paul was not a kisser. But this was my way of telling him without words that he was different to me. That nobody had kissed him quite like this before. He went still for a moment and then slowly relaxed, his hand coming up to cradle my chin as he deepened it. His tongue took over and I ran my hands through his hair and held on.
His hand traveled down my stomach to the top of my heated sex.
"Are you wet for me," he asked against my lips, "or were those greedy little fingers getting a head start?"
He took my finger and guided it alongside his own between my legs.
"I was getting it ready for you," I said. "Only you."
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