"You're wearing too much," was her answer to his whisper, but though the words were pointed, the tone was anything but. She spoke to him with husky, breathless words that rippled with the same need he'd confessed to, the only real difference being her confidence that those others in the apartment were too caught up in each other to notice anything outside their own little world. She gasped again as he pulled her snug to him, the tight press of his body to hers sending a flickering lance of heat and pleasure through the gentle tremble of her spine as she moulded to him, soft to hard. Her hands slipped over him once again, pushing at his shirt, the t-shirt beneath, as eager now as she ever was to have him bared to her, to make him her playground, if he would let her.
Oh, he would definitely let her, but the feeling was mutual and he wanted to play with her as much as she wanted him. He helped her get his shirts off, both of them coming off quickly and a little clumsily in his hasty removal of clothing, but instead of finishing with his pants, he turned his attention instead to her jeans. He rolled her onto her back, straddling her body as his fingers worked the button and zipper open, but instead of tugging them away, he boldly slid a hand inside her jeans, feeling the warmth of her beneath his hand, even though there was still a layer of cloth between him and her flesh. He felt a swell of desire coiling inside him, like a snake ready to strike, and still he restrained himself to focus on her.
She rose and fell beneath him in a slow undulation that invited as much as teased, biting her lower lip with a breathlessly enticing smile as he pulled the denim that encased her open. But she hadn't expected what came next. As his hand slid inside her jeans, pressed snug to the flickering, tender throb of her desire, she felt the breath whoosh from her lung, her eyes opening wide to show him the sudden powerful flare of want that made itself known. Her body tensed eagerly, the sharp arch of her back became deeply pronounced ... her hand rose to curl to his cheek as her lips curved once again, inviting him without words to keep exploring.
Encouraged by both her reaction and her smile, explore he did, his hand further enticing that flare of desire, shifting his weight to settle himself beside her as fingers stroked the heat that lay beneath the thin lacey covering. He watched her face for a moment, studying her expression, eager to learn what made her sigh and moan, before leaning down to claim her lips, his kiss gentle at first, taking his time in slow exploration of her lips, even as his fingers stroked and teased her beneath her jeans.
Eager to please her and even more eager to explore the secrets that were only Lucy's to share, he deepened the kiss, parting her lips to taste all the sweetness her mouth had to offer, just as his fingers slipped beneath the lace covering in further exploration. Taking his cues from her every reaction, his fingers teased and tormented, finding the place that seemed to drive her most mad with desire, stroking and rubbing and nudging, groaning beneath her lips as his own body caught fire.
It took everything she had not to roll into him as he settled at her side, not to demand with hands and lips and hasty words that he stop teasing and get on with it. There was something almost magical about the way he touched her, teasing sense and sensation from a body she had thought could not react any more plainly than it had already. But when Steve's fingers slipped below the soft lace of her underwear, he was rewarded with a deep, tender moan that could have vibrated through the hallways, had he not caught it with his kiss and passed it back to her on his breath. She writhed in slow, wonderful torment, each sound she made ghosting into his mouth as he coaxed from her something wonderful in itself, something that trembled and shuddered and rose in throbbing, pulsing light to burst from her in an explosion that was for his eyes only. And even as she came down from that blinding pinnacle, softening the kisses shared to let herself breathe as she gasped in amazement, she smiled lazily, looping her arms about his neck to pull him close.
He felt her shudder beneath him, muffling her moans that were breathed against his lips, and he knew he had succeeded in sending her over the edge, but what now? Though painfully aware of his own arousal, he made no demands, wondering if he should continue or let her rest. Should he take what he wanted or wait until it was offered? He hesitated, uncertain, his kiss gentling against her lips, even as his body burned with desire. He kissed her again, softly, slowly, his fingers lingering where they were, unmoving now that she'd crested without him. After a moment, he drew back, looking down at her with a question in his eyes, the boldness fleeing, uncertain what do do next, though he knew what he wanted.
Dark eyes fluttered open to meet his uncertain gaze with encouraging confidence. Her hand gently slid down along his arm, extracting his from the heat where it lay nestled and drawing it up. Still holding his gaze, she wrapped her lips around his fingers slowly, one at a time, and, in a flurry of movement, suddenly she was on top of him, knocking him onto his back, leaning down to tease his lips with hers as she rolled her body over his with lovingly wicked intent. "You're still wearing too much," she murmured impishly, catching his lower lip between her teeth and tugging gently.
He would have replied, but she was too fast. He made no resistance as she rolled him onto his back, looking up at her with eyes that were bright with adoration and smoldering with desire. His lips gave way beneath hers, and his breath caught in his throat as she caught and tugged at his lower lip. "Lucy..." he breathed, his eyes moving over her, desire rising just looking at her, more scrumptious than the sweetest candy. His hands moved to his pants to finish what she'd started, in a hurry to put out the fire that had flared hotly with nearly unbearable heat and need.
Her pants had to come off too, her body falling to his side in a peal of exhilarated giggles as she wriggled about, sliding denim and lace down her legs to kick off in some random direction before her hands joined his, as eager as he to have him bare to her touch, her heat. As she threw the last of his clothing over her shoulder, her other hand curved to the back of his neck, drawing him up into a languid kiss as much to distract as to tease while that burning, longing heat settled over him once more, no longer hidden away beneath layers of restrictive cloth.