Author's note: This is the adult part. Govern yourselves accordingly.
Kevin's right hand was buried in her hair, but it didn't take him long to work his left hand up under her tunic, and the heat of his touch on her bare skin made her body arch against his. He slotted his thigh between hers and pinned her a little more firmly, and Laura moaned into his mouth. Then his hand found her breast, caressing her through her bra, and the moan became a desperate whimper.
He broke the kiss and rocked his hips against hers, watching her avidly. His pupils were so blown he almost looked drugged, and when he spoke his voice was a lower, rougher version of itself. "I could feel you watching me in the car. Tell me what you were thinking about."
"How badly I wanted you to touch me." Her own voice sounded strange in her ears, and she could only imagine how she must look to him right now with her hair mussed from his hands and her lips swollen from his kiss and her skin flushed with arousal.
"You were staring at my hands," he whispered, lowering his head so that his lips grazed her ear. "Tell me what you were thinking about. Tell me your fantasy."
"You were…" She licked her lips, suddenly dry-mouthed. "You were cupping my breasts."
"Like this?" he murmured, and gently palmed the breast he had been teasing, taking its weight in his big hand.
Laura shuddered. "Yes. No. You were behind me."
Kevin made a wonderful little growling sound against her ear and rocked his hips again. "Was I inside you?"
"Y-yes. God, Kevin, please…"
"Is that what you want?"
She managed to nod.
"Bed," he said, drawing back to look at her hungrily. "Now."
Kevin released her, and Laura peeled herself off the wall and headed for his bedroom, very aware of his eyes on her as he followed. "Kevin Collins, are you checking out my ass?"
"Yes, I am," he answered, unrepentant.
Laura laughed, more at herself than at him.
"What?" he asked.
They had reached the foot of his bed, and she turned to smile up at him. "At first I was a little afraid I might not be your type. It's nice to know I was wrong."
"You didn't think I found you attractive?" He looked almost comically stunned.
"Lucy and I aren't exactly built along the same lines," Laura pointed out, and mentally kicked herself. Now probably wasn't the best time to mention Lucy.
But Kevin took it in stride, giving her a slow, deliberate, head-to-toe once-over she could feel like a physical caress before returning his eyes to hers. "Believe me, honey, there is absolutely nothing the matter with your lines."
Laura felt herself blush, as much at his apparently unconscious use of honey as at the actual compliment. "Are you sure?" she teased. "Maybe you should check again."
"Alright," he answered, and turned to sit down on the end of the bed, making a little Go ahead motion and looking a challenge at her.
Walked right into that one, didn't you? Laura thought to herself, and reached gamely for the top button of her tunic. It had been quite a few years since she'd put on a show for anyone, but watching Kevin watching her was unexpectedly hot. In fact, by the time she reached the lowermost button and shrugged off her top she would have sworn that the temperature in the room had risen ten degrees. He was looking at her like...well, like a man looking at woman slowly getting naked in front of him, but with Kevin there was another layer underneath the masculine appreciation, something solely for her.
She deliberately turned her back to him to bend over to take off her boots, and the way his breathing changed confirmed that yes, he did in fact have a thing for her ass. So she took her time about it, letting him look. By the time she turned back to face him his eyes were nearly black with desire, tracking every movement of her hands as she unfastened her slacks and let them fall, stepping out of them to stand in front of him in nothing but her bra and panties.
"Still no qualms about my lines?" she asked, and the huskiness of her own voice surprised her.
Kevin swallowed hard but continued to play the little game they had going. "I don't know. My view is still somewhat obstructed."
Laura decided that if he could still use the word obstructed in a sentence, she clearly wasn't trying hard enough. So she unclasped her bra and slipped out of it, allowing herself to sigh at the sensation of relief. "God, men have no idea how good it feels to be out of one of those things."
Her audience of one laughed unevenly. "Probably about as good as it's going to feel to be out of these jeans."
Laura dropped her gaze to his lap, where the bulge in his Levi's was unmistakable. "Go ahead if you're...uncomfortable," she said, and gave him back her own version of his earlier I dare you look.
He obliged, now watching her watching him as he opened his fly, slowly popping one button at a time. She got a better show than she'd bargained for, and goes commando under jeans added itself to the running list of things she had learned about Kevin. Has a very nice package was already on that list, but now suddenly seemed like a good time to review that item.
She hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her panties and pushed them down, stepping out and letting them dangle from her fingertips as she crossed the small space between them to stand between Kevin's spread legs. His erection was standing up against his belly now, and she trailed the soft fabric over him, knowing he would still feel her heat. His entire body jerked in reaction, and Laura smiled. Lay a three-syllable word on me now, mister, she thought, and almost laughed. She hardly recognized this playfully seductive version of herself, but damn, this was fun.
Whatever self-consciousness she might have felt earlier had definitely faded, and she lowered herself to her knees between his feet without a qualm, slowly dragging her nails along the denim covering his thighs and looking up at him, making absolutely sure he was watching her before she licked her lips. She could clearly see the moment Kevin realized where this was going, and the way his eyes went wide was a memory that would stay with her for a long time. Granted, it had been a while since she'd done this, but she couldn't imagine that Kevin would complain if she was a little out of practice.
And she was right on both counts-yes, she was out of practice, and no, Kevin definitely wasn't complaining. Especially not after she took his hands, which he was valiantly keeping down at his sides like a good boy, and raised them to her head, lifting up off him long enough to say clearly, "Show me what you like."
Even in the throes of passion he was remarkably gentle, burying his fingers in her hair but not restraining her or pulling her down. His guiding touches were subtle, just enough to help her know what felt good. He also had a wonderfully varied repertoire of pleasure sounds, and pretty soon Laura was almost as turned-on as he was just from listening to him.
Then about the time she got into a groove, having finally remembered the knack of breathing without losing her rhythm, he was suddenly pushing her away. For a moment she was startled-had she somehow hurt him without meaning to?-but then she realized that his latest sound was actually a word, albeit a barely understandable one: Close.
She had originally intended this to be foreplay, but she was enjoying herself and no longer wanted to stop. Which meant she needed to let Kevin know that, since he was too much of a gentleman to assume. Again she raised up enough to speak clearly, looking up into his wide, wild eyes.
"Come for me. I want to watch you."
And she went right back to doing what she'd been doing, paying close attention to Kevin's tells as he approached the point of no return. Not that she had any intention of backing off this time, but on some future occasion she'd love to see exactly how much teasing he could take before his control slipped. The biggest thing she noticed was that the filter that normally prevented him from cursing in front of a lady failed spectacularly near the end, every other breath becoming a harsh, gasping fuck just before his hands fell back to the bed, clutching at fistfuls of the covers as he came.
Laura stayed with him through it, swallowing slowly around him and rubbing her thumbs over his hipbones as he shuddered. He was almost silent, and she couldn't help wondering whether that was a natural quirk of Kevin's or whether he had trained himself to be quiet. When his shaking subsided to fine tremors she finally pulled away, and he collapsed backward to lie heaving for breath, his left hand coming down to search for hers.
So she crawled up to lie beside him, propping herself up on her elbow and slowly running her free hand over his belly and chest as he returned to himself. He turned his head and looked at her, or tried to-he seemed to be having a little trouble getting his eyes to focus. Finally he gave up, closing them again before saying weakly, "Wow."
Laura laughed. "Thanks."
"Did my brain actually leak out my ears," he asked after another moment, "or does it just feel that way?"
She made a show of checking, brushing his hair away from his ear and peering at it as he laughed. "I think you're good."
"I certainly feel good. I can't even remember the last time I felt this good." He stretched and opened his eyes again, having more luck with the focusing part this time. "Give me another minute and I'll return the favor."
"You don't have to," she answered, meaning it. Kevin was a very generous lover, and it really wouldn't have bothered her for this time to be all about him. But he looked so affronted by the suggestion that she couldn't help laughing. "Of course, if you want to…"
"Oh, I want to. Just as soon as I can feel my hands again, because I'm thinking that might be helpful."
"Probably," she agreed, laughing again, and moved to kiss him, giving him something to do that didn't require the use of his hands. Something he was very good at-it wasn't long before her own simmering desire was back to a rolling boil. Which happened around the same time he sank his fingers into her hair, apparently having regained his manual dexterity. He nudged her over onto her back and started to follow her, then suddenly stopped, looking down at himself with an expression of consternation.
"What?" Laura asked.
"I'm still dressed," he said, and he sounded so genuinely astonished by the observation that this time she laughed until she nearly cried.
"Wow, you really were out of it."
"Like I said, you melted my brain," he answered, laughing with her rather than taking offense. "Just a second."
Laura watched as he scrambled off the bed and undressed. She didn't get the slow striptease he'd gotten, but honestly at this point she wasn't sure she would've had the patience for that anyway. Her body was pretty insistent about the fact that it was her turn now.
He did, however, take a moment to stand just looking at her before he lay back down, murmuring aloud, "God, if I were twenty years younger…"
"If you were twenty years younger you'd kill me," she said matter-of-factly. "Not that I wouldn't die happy, mind you-"
Kevin grinned.
"-but there would be no way I could keep up with you."
He lowered himself over her and kissed her quiet, then began to work his way down her neck, kissing and licking and softly sucking. Laura laid her hands on his shoulders and nudged him southward, feeling him smile against her skin.
"Bossy," he accused.
"Tease," she shot back, and felt his shoulders shake.
Then his mouth was on her breasts, and she forgot everything except how very, very good at this he was. She could almost come from this if it was done right, and Kevin was an artist. Before long she was moving restlessly beneath him, arching up in search of more pressure, more friction, just more. His weight shifted, and all at once his clever fingers were there between her legs, seeking and stroking.
"Like that," she breathed when he got it perfect. "God, yes, don't stop. Kevin-" Her voice broke, and a wave of heat washed through her, leaving her dizzy and gasping.
Kevin gave her a minute to recover, slowly moving downward and leaving a meandering trail of kisses in his wake, then lowered his mouth to taste her as his fingers pressed inside. Tension began to coil low in her belly again, gradually winding tighter and tighter until she was shaking uncontrollably, teetering right on the edge of something incredibly powerful. "Please," she whispered. "Please, please, please…"
She wouldn't even be sure, later, exactly what he had done differently, but all at once the stars aligned and she was in freefall, reality suddenly sliding sideways like something out of Alice in Wonderland. The room spun, and a voice-hers?-said something, and then there was darkness.
When the world came back into focus the first thing she saw was Kevin, propped up on his elbow and watching her like she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
"Welcome back," he murmured.
"How long was I gone?" She truly had no idea-it could have been twenty seconds or two hours.
Kevin smiled. "A couple of minutes. Nice place?"
"Mm-hmm." She stretched luxuriously, arching her back and feeling every place her muscles were going to be sore tomorrow. It had been years since she'd felt so gloriously aware of her own body. "Damn, you're good."
She hadn't exactly meant to say that last part out loud, but it was difficult to be sorry when Kevin was so obviously delighted by the compliment. "Thank you," he answered.
"Come here," she said, and reached out to tug at him, craving another kiss.
Kevin hesitated. "Oh, I haven't, uh-" He scrubbed his hand across the lower part of his face, then sat up, starting to reach for his discarded t-shirt.
"I don't care," Laura answered, and pulled him down into a kiss anyway. She'd never understood people who were that fastidious about sex. Yes, she could taste herself on his mouth. Wouldn't it be weirder if she couldn't, considering what they'd been up to? She could feel his surprise, but after a few seconds he relaxed into the kiss, apparently accepting that it didn't bother her.