Chapter 10: The Black Lace Arrival
The knock came at eleven, three sharp raps like the ones she'd given three nights ago. Adam set his glass down and pulled the door open, and every thought he had fell out of his head.
Lindsey stood in the hallway wearing a long black coat, open at the front. Beneath it, sheer black lace covered her chest and hips, and thin straps ran down her thighs into garters clipped to dark stockings. The lace did nothing. Her small breasts sat fully visible behind the see-through cups, her nipples dark shadows under the fabric, the thong so narrow it was barely there.
"Hi," she said.
"What are you wearing?"
"Lingerie. Obviously." She stepped inside and shrugged the coat off her shoulders. It dropped to the floor and she left it there. "Do you like it?"
"You look..."
"Devastating? That was the goal." She hooked a finger under his shirt hem and tugged. "I went to the shop the day after last time. Paid too much. Was worth every dollar."
He shut the door behind her. She didn't linger in the kitchen, didn't ask for water, didn't sit. She walked straight down the hall to his bedroom, stockings whispering against her legs, and turned to face him at the foot of the bed.
"No small talk tonight," she said. "Take your clothes off."
He pulled his shirt over his head. She watched him, thumbs resting in the delicate band of the thong, her hair loose and dark over her shoulders. When he pushed his jeans down she crossed the small distance and pressed a palm flat against his chest, walking him backward until his knees hit the mattress and he sat.
She sank to her knees between his thighs.
"Three days," she murmured, taking him in her hand. He was already half-hard, and she felt him swell against her fingers. "Look, he likes it. He remembers me."
She lowered her head and ran her tongue up his full length, slow, from base to tip, then swirled it around the head. He groaned and fisted the sheets. She did it again, wetter, her spit dripping down his shaft, and then took him into her mouth, working down until the head pressed against her throat. Her eyes watered but she stayed there, humming, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn't reach.
"Lindsey. God."
She pulled off with a wet pop and looked up at him, lips shiny. "I want you inside me. I've been thinking about it all day in a meeting, about sitting in that conference room soaked under my skirt because of you."
She climbed over his lap, straddling his thighs. The garters stretched against her hips. She pushed the lace of the thong aside with two fingers, baring herself, and he could see how wet she was, her folds slick and swollen, her hole glistening.
"Feel," she said, taking his hand and pressing it between her legs. His fingers slid easily through the wet heat of her. "That's from thinking about you. Two days of it."
"You could have called."
"And miss this?" She kissed him, open and deep, tasting herself on her own mouth. She pulled his hand away and reached down, guiding him to her entrance, the blunt head notching into her. She sank down slow, an inch, two, her mouth dropping open, a long low moan spilling out of her as her body stretched around his thickness.
"Fuck," she whimpered, trembling, her head falling forward against his shoulder. "You fill me so much. Every time it's like the first time."
She bottomed out and stayed, grinding in small circles, his cock buried to the root inside her. The lace of the bra scraped his chest. Her thighs shook.
"Look," she breathed, taking his hand and pulling it down to where they joined. His fingers found her stretched around him, slick and tight. "Look how deep he is. Feel how I'm holding him."
"You're so wet, Lindsey."
"All for you." She lifted her hips, dragging herself up his shaft until just the head was left inside, then dropped back down, crying out at the sudden fullness. She did it again, faster, establishing a rhythm, riding him in long deliberate strokes. The bedframe creaked. Her moans filled the room, high and unbroken, one on every downstroke.
He gripped her hips, thumbs digging into the soft hollows of bone, and thrust up to meet her. She screamed a little, startled and delighted, and rode harder. Sweat gleamed along her collarbones. The garters pulled taut against her thighs with every plunge.
"Harder," she begged. "Adam, harder, don't be careful with me."
He planted his feet and drove up into her, the wet slap of their bodies loud in the room. She collapsed forward, her arms around his neck, her small breasts crushed against his chest, her hips still working in frantic rolling circles. Her nails raked down his back.
"I'm close," he ground out. "Lindsey, I'm close."
"Good." She grabbed his jaw and forced him to look at her, her eyes dark and wide and shining. "You know what I want. Where I want it."
"Inside?"
"Deep inside me. Don't pull out. Don't you dare." Her voice cracked. Her cunt was clenching around him now, rhythmic and hard, her own orgasm starting to break. "I want to feel you pulse in me. Fill me up, Adam. Every drop. Please, please, please."
She locked her ankles behind his back and bore down, taking him impossibly deep, and he broke. His cock throbbed hard inside her, spurting against her cervix, pulse after pulse, and she moaned through her own climax, her whole body shaking, milking him with every squeeze.
"There it is," she whispered, dazed, her lips against his ear. "Look how much he likes it. Look how much he gives me."
They stayed locked together, his cum hot and deep inside her, her legs still wrapped around him. He softened slowly. She held on.
He fell asleep like that, with her still sprawled across his chest, their skin tacky with sweat. The moonlight crawled across the floor. His breathing evened out into that slow, heavy rhythm she knew.
Carefully, she reached down to the floor where her purse had fallen. Her fingers found her phone inside, pulled it out, and she thumbed the screen awake with the dimmest brightness, angled away from his face.
The calendar was still open to last month. Little marked circles, one to five, an app she'd never told him about. She scrolled forward to the coming week and set a new reminder, then turned the phone face down on the nightstand and lay back against his chest.
His heartbeat thudded under her ear, steady and slow. She counted the beats, one by one, until sleep took her too.