The Lovers: Part 3, The Elevator

The rain was pouring down heavily as they pulled up in front of her apartment. She was still recovering from her last earth shattering orgasm. Her thighs quivered as she exited the car, taking his hand. He led her into the building, his thumb rubbing the back of her hand, making sure her fire was still burning into thick flames beneath her skin.

They entered the elevator and their electric chemistry grew quicker than normal as they stood apart, trying their best to control the hunger they had for one another. Their bodies grew closer and closer together until he stood before her, pressing her back against the elevator wall, his hands on either side of her head. His eyes penetrated hers, daring them to look away, but she replied with a wicked grin, her hands tugging at the waistband of his jeans, which hung low over his hips. She wanted to feel how hard he was for her. She wanted him to feel how incredibly wet and slick she was when he touched her.

But the elevator had stopped on a floor that wasn't theirs and opened its doors, interrupting them as a resident of the building entered and joined them.

That didn’t stop his hand from dipping into the front of her jeans, slipping his finger into her slippery folds. She bit her lip to keep from moaning. Her head rested against his shoulder as she sighed softly, his finger circling her throbbing clit. She could hear him breathing raggedly against her ear, panting as he slipped in another finger. She bit down on her lip hard, hearing the stranger in the elevator clear his throat.

She could feel his lips brush lightly over the skin on her neck, his teeth grazing underneath the spot under her ear. She knew she was on the brink of another mind-numbing climax.

“Don’t come. Not yet.” His whispered command was almost impossible to obey. His fingers were too deep inside of her to resist the sensation that was beginning to rock through her, causing her to lean against him for support. His lips kissed all the way to her lips, to keep her from screaming out.

Finally, the stranger had had enough of their little show and quickly exited as the doors opened. They closed once again and left them in heated solitude as it resumed to take them to their desired floor. The air was thick with the scent of her arousal. His fingers rubbed harder, hitting the spot she most favored. She practically whimpered when she felt his fingers slip out of her. Her eyes met his, a confident smirk evident on his lips.

“Cruel,” she accused, as the man in front of her with the smug grin on his beautiful face nuzzled her flushed cheeks with his nose.

“Am I?” he teased in his deep voice, right against her ear.

He silenced her response with a kiss, his tongue slipping into her mouth, heatedly colliding with hers, his hands grasping hers, placing them above her head. He pressed into her, his hardness rubbing up against the front of her skirt. He groaned into her mouth, as the kiss increased with passion. She wanted more. Needed more.

She managed to push into him, causing him to stand against the elevator wall across from the spot they'd been occupying previously. Her tongue tasted his eagerly, ravishing with an eagerness that surprised them both. His hands squeezed hers briefly but then continued to slowly let hers go, so he could rest his own against her waist, lifting her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. Their lips remained in glued to one another. Her fingers raked through his short and damp hair, as her tongue licked the roof of his mouth, his fingers digging into her hips.

“Can't… take it… anymore…” she said in between heavy breaths and wet kisses. His laughter vibrated into her mouth and he pressed her back onto the elevator wall once again. The elevator lights flickered on and off, but she didn’t care. She was too wrapped up in him, in what he was doing to her body to mind the faulty wiring in the entire building.

She felt him unzip his jeans, bringing himself out once again. She quickly hiked up her skirt to give him access to what he needed in order to make her come again. He pumped into her hard and fast. She couldn’t hold back a moan this time. He was thick and large, and he fit inside her perfectly, as if he were made solely for her.

She continued to thrust her hips, sliding along his thickness as she rode him fiercely, her nails digging into his back, his throaty groan filling her ears. She felt him swell for her, her muscles grasping around his cock, contracting, pulling him in deeper into her. But he pulled out then, leaving her to whimper desperately. He lowered her down first, then lowered to the juncture between her legs, bring her leg over his shoulder, pulling her exposed center to his mouth. His tongue dipped into her, his mouth closing over her clit, sucking gently at first. She had no idea how he knew how to make her body scream. It was as if he had tasted her before, his lips and tongue knowing exactly where to go and how to make her arch her back. It made her even aroused to know he knew how to please her without any former knowledge on her part.

The sucking of lips increased while his tongue flicked, and her fingers ran through his hair, pulling as she reached her climax. She felt him lick every last drop inside her, then he placed a soft kiss over her center and pulled down her skirt, staring at her as he fixed up her clothes. She watched him lick his swollen lips as he fixed his pants and she knew it wasn’t over. They hadn’t even made it to her apartment yet. They shared a sizzling look when the elevator doors opened.

Their fun was just beginning.