This chapter contains adult themes. If that offends you...too damn bad! I mean, skip this chapter and wait for the next. ;) As always, thanks for reading and reviewing.
The elevator barely closes before his lips are upon hers once again. Linka manages to hit the button for her floor, but cannot distinguish if the tingling in her stomach is from the sudden ascent or from kissing Wheeler. He's got her pinned against the wall, his body pressing into her, his hands claiming her. It is possessive, but not violent. She yearns for more. She needs him closer. She wants to feel his skin against hers, all barriers removed. These thoughts only fuel her desire more.
The doors open and she whimpers her disappointment when he releases her. They step out of the elevator and he puts his arm around her waist, leaning on each other for support as the effects of the alcohol still impairs their motor functions. The lack of oxygen and blood rushing from their heads may have something to do with it too. When they arrive at her door, he stands behind her, wrapping his arms around her and kissing the back of her neck. Her hand shakes as she tries to swipe her key card to unlock the door, the anticipation building.
Once inside, as soon as the door is closed, Wheeler spins her around and presses her against it, immediately kissing her neck and making his way upwards until their lips meet. She begins unbuttoning his shirt, but once again her shaky hands make the task difficult. Wheeler is having better luck and has made short work of getting her blouse open and off, his hands now able to caress her bare skin. Wanting to be able to do the same and getting frustrated with her inability to get his buttons undone, she grasps the two sides of his shirt and pulls, sending the small plastic discs flying.
"Sorry," she apologizes, but only half meaning it.
He takes her face in his hands and brings his lips to hers.
"Don't be," he says against them.
Wheeler presses his hips forward, pushing his pelvis into hers. She lifts her leg to wrap it around his waist. He moves his hands to rest on her hips and lifts her so that she can wrap both legs around him. Linka puts her arms around his neck to hold herself up, her new elevated position giving him the perfect vantage point to place tender kisses along the outline of her bra. With her body pinned to the door and Linka supporting most of her weight by holding on to him, Wheeler is able to let his hands move from her waist to her thighs, sliding his hands under her skirt and pushing it upwards so that it is bunched around her hips. Placing his hands beneath her, he carries the blonde beauty to the bed and lays her down, covering her body with his. They kiss for quite some time, his lips moving over her neck and shoulders when the need to catch their breath arises. It is not long before their lips come back into contact, and they are savoring the moment, a moment that they've been waiting years for.
Linka begins working on Wheeler's belt and unfastening his trousers. She has better luck with that than she did his shirt. He has also managed to get the zipper of her skirt undone. She raises her hips off the bed to help him slip it off. He grasps her panties and removes them at the same time. She pushes his pants off his hips so he can kick them off. Wheeler wastes no time in removing his boxers too. Next, he slips his hand under her and unhooks her bra, pulling it off her shoulders and tossing it aside. He immediately drops his head to her chest and takes her in his mouth. When she reaches between them and takes him in her hand, he looks up, experiencing a brief moment of clarity of what is about to happen.
"This isn't the alcohol talking, right? You want this?"
"Da…you?"
"More than anything I've ever wanted before, Babe."
She smiles up at him.
"'Babe'…that is the first time I have heard that in a long time…I have missed that…I have missed you, Yankee."
He smiles back at her use of her old term of endearment…at least, that's the way he'd always thought of it.
"I missed you too…if this happens, I'm never going to be able to let you go."
"WHEN it happens…and I hope you do not ever let me go."
She positions him at her entrance and wraps her legs around him, pulling him forward, their eyes lock as they are joined.
"I love you," she finally confesses.
"I love you too," he responds, kissing her as he buries himself fully within her.
To Be Continued...