Page 91 of Vera Stein Is Fine
I nodded slowly, encouraging her.
“Okay,” she whispered as her body eased against me, and I groaned as the full weight of her pushed against my cock.
“You’re so good,” I told her, and watched her cheeks flush in response.
Our lips found each other, and she tasted like sugar, the frosting still fresh on her lips. My fingers traveled up her spine until I found her zipper.
She froze and reached over me to switch off the lamp.
“Leave it,” I told her.
She shook her head. “I don’t want the light on.”
I took her wrist, but she pulled out of my grasp.
“That’s nonnegotiable, Eli. I only fuck with the lights off.”
I hated that. I wanted to ask her why so that I could poke holes in her theories, but I was too scared of ruining this moment.
She flicked the light off and I was at least thankful for the Las Vegas glow that illuminated the dips and curves of her body. After that, she letme resume unzipping her dress, and she slid off the sleeves so that the dress bunched around her waist.
Her beautiful porcelain breasts hung right above my mouth and I greedily licked and sucked.
“No bra,” I managed to say.
“It was built into the dress,” she said breathlessly as her head rolled back.
“You’ll find no complaints from me.”
With trembling fingers she unbuttoned my shirt and tossed my already untied bow tie to the floor. Her hands ran a course up my chest before she leaned back down again to nip and lick the space below my ear.
“Fucking hell,” I said on the tail end of a moan. I was fully hard now and based on the way her hips circled over my erection, I wasn’t alone in how badly I wanted this. “I need to get this dress off you.”
Together, we pulled the filmy fabric over her head until she sat astride my lap in only a pair of white cotton panties with a lace band around the waist.
“I know it’s nothing special,” she started, “but—”
“Stop,” I said firmly. “I literally want to tear these off with my teeth. They’re plenty special.”
She gasped quietly and in a sliver of light, I watched as she took a gulp of air and worried at her lip.
Vera needed someone to turn off her brain. I was willing and able.
I held her to me as I sat up and then rolled her onto her back. Leaning back on my knees, I watched as a passing light swept over her body, and I saw exactly what I was so scared of missing out on. Her brown curls radiated from her head, her full breasts rose and fell to the rhythm of her breaths, and her nipples were so hard that I was tempted to see how she would react to me simply blowing on them.
I wanted to make this good for her, but I was in serious danger of coming in my pants. It had been a few months, and the last time was with my high school ex-girlfriend, who my father was convinced would make the perfect partner. She’d said something about how she knew we would come back to each other, and I had to stop things right there. Because I didn’t need her to confuse that hookup as me going back to her. I wassimply an asshole looking for a lonely fuck while I was visiting my parents. It wasn’t fair to her or to me, especially since when I closed my eyes, I saw Vera there on the backs of my eyelids like a flickering movie screen. So even that last time hadn’t ended in satisfaction.
Vera began to writhe under me as we explored each other with open, panting mouths. I pressed my thigh against the warmth of her core and she let out a low moan.
“Do you like that?” I asked. It had been moments since I’d heard her voice and I already missed it. The girl normally couldn’t shut up and the moment I needed to hear her voice the most, she was all too quiet.
“Yes.”
I ground my thigh against her again. “Talk to me, Vera.”
“About what?” she asked. “I can’t even—what are words?”
“Tell me the plot of your favorite Christmas movie.”
