"I am going to make you come, Victoria," he whispers against my skin. Heat pools between my thighs at his words, and when he undoes the button of my jeans, I become putty in his hands, driven by a blind desire.
"I want to touch you too," I complain, groping shamelessly at his shirt, reaching down to his belt.
"No. I want to focus on you."
He doesn't give me the chance to protest, sealing his mouth over mine again while sliding a hand inside my panties. I'm drenched, of course, and when his fingers move up and down the rim of my entrance, I all but break out of my skin. I need something to support myself, but there's nothing except a wall behind me, so I lace my arms around Christopher's neck, deepening the kiss. I can't get enough of this man. When he slides one finger inside me, pressing his palm against my clit, I lose all sense of time and space. Right now there’s nothing in my world except this beautiful man and all the sinful sensations he awakens in me. He ignites me from deep inside, and before long, my hips move against his hand, driven by a will of their own as my entire body tightens with pressure.
We come up for breath, and I hold on to him for dear life.
"Do you want me to slide a second finger inside you?"
"Yes," I answer through heavy breaths, my hand yearning to touch him intimately. Dropping one hand between us, I cup his erection over his pants. The groan reverberating from deep inside his chest is music to my ears.
"Victoria, I said no touching me."
"I can't help it."
"If you don't do as I say, I’ll stop what I'm doing."
"Not fair," I mumble, but quickly obey because I have a hunch he'd carry out his threat in no time. Closing my eyelids, I rest my head against the wall as he slides a second finger inside, stretching me.
"You're so tight."
Heat singes me like a lightning bolt as he increases the rhythm of his movements, and the pressure of his palm on my bundle of nerves is pure perfection.
"Open your eyes," he commands in a low, seductive tone. I blink them open and find him gazing intensely at me. "I want you to look at me right until the end."
Nodding, I ride the wave of pleasure. Losing myself in his dark gaze only makes this moment more intimate. Needing to feel closer to him, I hitch a leg up his thigh, practically straddling him. I curl my fingers around his hair, desperation coursing through me. My climax shatters me into a million flaming pieces, and I cling to Christopher for dear life, moaning, and whimpering but never looking away.
"You're so beautiful when you come." He rests his forehead against mine for the briefest of seconds, and he blows heated, short breaths against my lips.
This moment is pure magic. I don't know why or how, but I'm not ready for it to end.
When he pulls his hand out of my jeans, his fingers are coated in my wetness. The sight turns me on.
Then, with a jolt, I realize where we are, and that Frank is about to return. Oh God. Frank. What if he'd walked in on us?
Christopher seems to be thinking along the same lines.
"Frank will be back," he says.
"The sink in the bathroom is already connected to the water supply."
Christopher takes off without another word while I try to compose myself, waiting for Frank to arrive. Checking the time on my phone, I note there are still five minutes left until the half hour Frank gave us expires.
Drawing in a lungful of air, I try to calm myself and wrap my mind around what just happened. Before I have time to gather my wits, the door opens, and Frank walks in.
"Done?" he inquires.
"Yes. All measurements taken. As soon as Christopher comes back
from the bathroom, we can go. Did you check the… wiring?"
Frank takes my bait and starts rattling about how he needed to fix it, and that no one takes their job seriously anymore these days. Christopher returns in the meantime, winking at me. The three of us leave the apartment, Frank walking in front of us.
***
Christopher places his hand at the small of my back as we exit the elevator on the ground floor, kissing my temple. This unexpected display of affection warms me on the inside, and I lean into his touch without much thought. We share an accomplice glance, and in his molten dark eyes, I see honesty, kindness, and a dash of mischief. Raising his hand up to the nape of my neck, Christopher brings his lips to my ear.