by Molly McLain
And she is all mine.
When the elevator’s sliding doors close, I let the rig bring us to the upper stories, and when we are between floors, I slam my palm against the red emergency STOP button.
The indicator alarm rings momentarily, then goes silent.
“We only have a few moments Mrs. North…” I set her on her feet and lift the delicate curve of her jaw with my rough weathered hand so I can get to her soft throat with my mouth. Gently I nip at the tender skin, before darting my wet tongue over her pulse point.
“Then we’d better make the best of it,” she answers with sultry rebellion. “Mr. North.”
I’ve been waiting to do this all day – cradling her face in my hands, I bring my mouth to hers. My lips press against hers – soft, warm, and sweet with a hint of strawberries. My tongue sweeps between parted lips and into her waiting mouth. It’s hot and wet – I know where else is getting hot and wet.
Skipping the manners and niceties – we are in a stalled elevator, after all – time is of the essence. I slide my hand down to trace the path of the thigh-high slit of her evening gown, lift and push it out of my way.
My eyes hungrily take in her delicious body, drop toward my target and discover she’s wearing the flimsiest black lace panties she owns.
“My favorite,” I growl.
“That’s why I wore them,” she breathes.
“I bet you’re soaked.”
“Find out.”
I slide my hand gently down her belly and dip my fingers underneath her panties…
“Oh yeah, you are.” My voice is husky with lust as my fingertips search her soft pleats. She mewls so sexily and I grow so hard in my pants all I can think about is getting inside of her.
So, I slide two fingers into her sweet opening.
She moans loudly in surprise and her knees weaken as she catches her hands on my thick shoulders for support.
I pump in and out of her as she cries with pleasure. Her wetness soaks my fingers and runs down my palm.
“Oh God, I want you so fucking bad,” I breathe in her ear hotly. “But first…”
Quickly, I remove my fingers and she whines at the abrupt absence.
“Josh.”
“Soph.”
I lower myself to one knee, spread her thighs with my hands and place my mouth over the thin strip of black lace fabric that covers her hot pussy.
“God damn, you’re wet!” I mumble. “I love it.”
I breathe heat against her swelling clit then lick over the panties. Her knees buckle further. This time she holds herself up by gripping the railing behind her. Gives me an idea.
I hoist her up and maneuver her legs onto my shoulders – so it looks like I’m giving her a backwards shoulder ride. Her sweet, perfect center is right there for my taking.
I lap over the flimsy lace with my tongue, nibble her flesh gently with my teeth, and suck her wetness into my mouth swallowing every mouthwatering drop.
When she gets closer to coming, I quickly yank the fabric out of the way and swipe my tongue over her clit with very loving torture until her climax seizes her. She begins bucking against my face. It’s perfect. She’s perfect. It’s a perfect moment.
And my cock is going to explode.
She screams, loses her support on the bar and grips my head instead as I literally lift her into the air and stand upright. Sophie laughs and sets a quick hand on the elevator ceiling to balance herself.
As I hold her steady with my left arm, I take the opportunity to use my right hand to release my rock solid, aching dick from my pants. I groan with anticipation.
“I want to suck on you,” she cries.
“I’d love that, baby, but no time.”
We’ve already been locked away in here for a good five minutes and it’s only a matter of time before they override the controls. I keep intermittently hitting the bright red stop button hoping to muck up their progress so we don’t get caught.
I lower Sophie to my waist and she wraps her slender legs around me. My cock slides easily through her wetness and into her heat. We both moan with lust. I help to bounce her body, as she rides my dick. Positioning one of my hands over the back of her shoulder for a good anchoring grip, and the other under her ass, I thrust inside of her harder, deeper…
“Oh fuck!” I can feel the hot rush as every nerve in my entire body ignites.
Every noise she makes is so fucking sexy.
Then I feel the familiar lurch as the elevator begins to move.
Shit! I’d forgotten to slam down on the stop button again!
That’s kinda fucking hot… to think that we could get caught.
“JOSH!” Sophie freaks.
I totally enjoy the adrenaline as I take her mouth with a frenzied kiss that muffles both of our moans as I explode inside of her.
All of me releases – my passion, my love, my energy.
We are one.
I hold her strong against me, savoring the moment, loving the feel of her.
“I love you, Sophie.”
“I love you too, Josh.”
The elevator is rushing to the first floor. We have just seconds as I reluctantly pull us apart. Quickly we straighten ourselves and situate our clothes right before the elevator doors slide open.
“Mr. and Mrs. North,” the hotel manager gushes. “We’re so incredibly sorry for the malfunction of the elevator! Please accept our sincerest apologies – are you both alright?”
“Never better.” I can’t hold back my satisfied smile.
We leave him and the elevator technician and his box of tools behind us.
“Josh,” Sophie begins as she leads me through the lobby, towards the exit and away from the ballroom where the New Year’s Eve gala is happening.
“I know we’re supposed to be going to the party and it’s so close to midnight, but…” She sighs. “I want to slip away and talk to you alone.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, of course!” she reassures me. “I just want it to be special, you know, you and me… and…”
“Okay, beautiful, I’m game, where do you want to go?”
“To the Bellagio fountain.” She smiles so brightly she glows.
I catch my girl’s hand in mine, lace our fingers together and head to the Bellagio.
The sidewalks and streets are jammed with people from all over the world to celebrate and ring in the New Year.
Sophie stoops over and takes off her high heels and slips her fingers through the ankle straps so they dangle from her hands.
“Come on,” she urges. “We have to hurry!”
Sophie smiles suspiciously and runs to the fountain until we’re right down next to it. Each time the water comes up, it sprays high over our heads while colorful lights accentuate each stream so with every movement it creates a choreographed kaleidoscope with the holiday music playing around us.
“I have a really big… well, actually, very tiny surprise for you.” She’s smiling huge and looks so excited it’s contagious.
“Oh yeah?” I can’t help but smile back. “What is it? I know you can’t be hiding anything under that tight dress you’re wearing.”
“You’d be surprised.”
Now I’m more than curious, but just then the crowd all around us began to chant.
“Ten… nine… eight.”
I say, “Make it quick, sweetheart.”
“You’re going to be a daddy.”
I am a daddy, I think, a little confused. I’d adopted Charlie – short for Charlotte – after Sophie and I were married. Charlie was her daughter from her first and abusive marriage.
“And you’re going to be again,” Sophie literally sing songs.
“Seven… six… five.” The entire city is pulsing with the countdown to 2017.
I stare into her deep brown eyes. She stares at me like I should totally be understanding what she’s saying, but I’m not wrapping my brain around it.
You are going to be a daddy…
“Four… three.”
Again.
Gently, lovingly, she pats her belly. Her eyes never leaving mine.
“You’re pregnant?” Is that what she’s saying?? Is that my surprise??
“I’m pregnant!” she gushes with the most beautiful smile.
“TWO… ONE!” The crowd cheers. “HAPPY NEW YEAR!”
“I’m going to be a father! You’re pregnant?!”
Yes, she nods.
“WE’RE HAVING A BABY!” I shout thrilled beyond belief!
I pick her – them – up and fold her into my arms and kiss her deliriously as I walk us into the Bellagio fountain’s streams!
As the three of us dance, the water sprays up all around us and comes showering down soaking our clothes – my tux and her evening gown – to our skins.
“I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!” I shout before lifting her body into the air and kissing her sweet baby belly. “I love you too little one.”
She laughs and throws her head back as I spin her in slow circles. Strands of her drenched hair fall across her face.
“I love you forever.” It’s a promise.
“I love you forever…” she promises back as I kiss her again.
“Oh, and by the way, Josh,” she continues. “It’s twins.”
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