Title: Stairway to Heaven
* * * * * As he stumbled into the apartment building after his sister, Obi clutched the door frame for balance. He wondered why in the galaxy he had decided to join Ouillot and Jade for a night out at a club. Dancing was not his forte, and neither was drinking alcohol. And he thought he looked ridiculous in dark blue jeans and an equally fitted, long-sleeved grey shirt. Yet Jade had seemed to like it, and in reality, she was his only reason for venturing into the lower district night life. Obi had felt a little nervous when Jade went out with his sister. Not for her safety…Ouillot would never let anything happen to her. And not because he didn’t trust Jade. It was as simple as jealousy. Obi had tried to overcome it, but the idea of her dressed like she had been, dancing with other men…well, it drove him completely mad with envy. He watched now as Jade staggered behind Ouillot, giggling loudly at something she said. Jade was dressed to please, in a fitted black suede dress that exposed her arms and barely touched at her thighs. He watched her legs move as she walked, his eyes lazing upward to catch a glimpse of her beautiful figure. “Oh, great.” Ouillot stabbed at the button again for the lift, but nothing happened. “Isn’t that voice activated?” Obi offered helpfully. “Yes, Mister Tekky-pants, it is,” she retorted, punching the button. “But that isn’t working, and neither is this override.” She sighed in exasperation. “We’ll have to walk it.” “Ten floors?” Jade complained. When Ouillot shrugged, she removed her high heels. “Well, let’s get going.” Out of habit, Ouillot bounded easily up the stairs, and Obi quickly lost sight of her. He and Jade were fine for about five floors, by which the combination of a narrow stairway and inebriated minds slowed them down. Jade paused and bent over, panting and squeezing her eyes closed. His mind hazy, Obi didn’t see her pause and collided with her backside. “Oh, I am so sorry…” He gripped her hips to keep his balance, and both of them suddenly realized they were in a very precarious position. Jade smiled, eyes still closed, and reached back to clasp his hand. “It’s no problem, Obi. Honestly.” Immersed in the scent of her perfume and the feel of her backside against his pelvis, Obi brazenly slipped his hand around her belly, then lower. To Jade’s surprise, he drew back the hem of her dress roughly before touching her intimately through her red satin panties. Jade gasped, her inhibitions vanishing as she clenched her thighs around his hand and leaned backward against him. He began to nibble at her earlobe, then her neck, moaning feverishly. “Is this alright?” Obi breathed, licking the inner curve of her ear. In reply, Jade leaned forward and fell to her hands and knees, overwhelmed by the heat of his breath on her skin and his hardness against her lower back. One strong hand reached past her shoulder to grip the step just above them, maintaining balance as he ground against her. Jade bit her lip, whimpering with delight at the deliberate ferocity of his movements. Obi whispered her name into her ear as his hand receded from her body, moving over her hip. It paused at the curve of her behind. “I love you so deeply,” he murmured. “I want to feel myself inside of you again.” Jade nodded deliriously, dropping her head forward. Obi kissed the base of her neck, nipping along her hairline with tender, passionate bites. She enjoyed his loss of control tremendously, unable to contain her excitement at how vocal he had become. “You drive me insane, I can’t stand being this close to you and not touching you.” To accentuate his point, he trailed his fingers over her back and around her ribs, gently easing his hand across her breasts. “Since our first night, I think about you constantly,” he continued, his voice frantic. “I touch myself, thinking of you…” His kisses were raining over her cheek at a frenzied pace, and he buried his face in her hair as he spoke, his voice low with arousal. “My body completes at just the thought of your name…J…Jade…oh…” Her body roused further, and a moan escaped her lips. At the sound, Obi writhed against her meaningfully, gasping her name. Jade threw her head backward and he reached his face far enough to cover her mouth in a passionate kiss. His hand suddenly shifted to the front of his pants and he tore at them hastily, releasing himself from their bondage. His fingers were under her dress, moving her panties aside and teasing her entrance with swift, taunting brushes. “May I make love to you?” Obi cried softly, his need almost painful. The sound and scent and desperation of his manner was driving Jade wild, and she kissed him ardently in reply. “Yes,” she groaned against his lips, lapping at them sensuously. “Please, love…” Without hesitation, Obi plunged into her, and Jade’s cry of ecstasy echoing through the deserted stairwell. He gripped her hips and drove into her relentlessly, the tightness of her bottom against his pelvis and her warmth gripping him combining for an erotic sensation. He bit down on her shoulder to stifle a cry, the action thrilling Jade so much that she shouted his name. The unique angle of their position heightened her bliss, and before she could control herself, Jade’s body peaked violently. As she shuddered against him, Obi felt her sweet release over his member, and he neared his own climax too soon for his liking. With a final thrust deep inside of her he came, the growl he emitted a sexy footnote for Jade’s senses. They were weak and lightheaded from the lovemaking, but Obi drew Jade back against him protectively. As the afterglow set in, Obi withdrew from her, and Jade readjusted her clothing with a satisfied smirk. “Wow,” she whispered huskily. Obi blushed and tidied his own clothing with a frown. “Well, that is to say…you’re just so beautiful I couldn’t help myself.” Jade turned and pecked him playfully on the lips. “I think I’ll dress like this more often.” Obi raised an eyebrow. “Master Sejam wouldn’t like that in the least.” Jade leaned into his ear with an enticing whisper. “Master Sejam wouldn’t have to know that I’m going to be wearing a red throng under my robes in class tomorrow.” With a giggle, Jade began to trot up the stairs two at a time. Obi exhaled heavily as he watched her curves swaying tauntingly before disappearing around the bend of the next floor. The End
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