Steffie...2.0 chapter 7

 Steffie...2.0

Chapter 7

He stepped closer, his gloved hand reached out, lightly tracing the curve of my neck. The glove was unusual, made of a soft, velvety material that seemed to hum with a gentle vibration. I gasped as his fingers moved lower, grazing the edge of my dress, between my legs. The sensation was intense, the glove designed to stimulate the clitoris and that it did trust me.

"And nothing underneath..." he said, his eyes darkening. "How daring Miss."

I felt a rush of heat between my legs, my breath coming in short gasps. "I-I didn't expect to meet someone like you tonight," playing the game but not sure anymore if it was a game and what was the end game.

A soft moan escaped my lips as I felt his touch again, my body already responding to his words and the gentle caress of his fingers. "You're driving me crazy, Ethan," I admitted, my voice thick with desire.

His other hand moved to my waist, pushing me harder against the railing. I could feel his hard penis, the heat of his desire pressing against my ass. "Who is Ethan?" he murmured, his mouth brushing against my ear, kissing.

"I want you to feel EVERYTHING tonight." I knew exactly what he was saying and that's when I realized that it was out of control.

His hands trailed down to my hips, his fingers gripping tightly as he leaned in, his lips finding the sensitive spot behind my ear. I gasped, feeling the warmth of his breath, the softness of his lips.

"Ethan, I..." I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He chuckled softly, his hands moving to lift the hem of my dress, "I want you."

His hands slid up my thighs, pushing the fabric of my dress higher. I felt a rush of cool air against my skin as he exposed me, all shaven, my breath hitching in anticipation. His fingers hooked into the waistband of my pantyhose, and with a swift motion, he ripped them off.

"Beautiful," he whispered, his fingers tracing. I could feel the moisture gathering between my legs, my body aching for his touch, I lifted my left leg. I felt his hands on my hips, guiding me to bend over the railing, looking down 20 feet at least where the inflated mattress was.

The cold railing against my breasts, the position making me feel very exposed. I looked down again, my heart pounding in my chest as I felt Ethan's hands on my ass. What would I break if I fell down without the mattress?

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do this," he said, his voice a low growl. I felt his fingers along my ass, my legs, I gasped as I felt his tongue, hot and wet, while he slowly pushed me higher against the railing.

"Ethan, be careful..." I breathed, my hands gripping the railing tightly.

"Shh," he murmured, his gloved finger was finding my clit, circling it slowly. I moaned softly, my body arching against the vibration that was slowly lifting me up. He was driving me to the edge of ecstasy. I could feel my pleasure building, my body tensing as I neared the edge of my orgasm and the small railing.

"Oh God," I moaned, my hands letting go of the railing. " Please do it."

He chuckled, "Please do what Miss Robinson?"

"I need to cum and I need to feel a break again," I begged, my body aching for him, for a cast and crutches.

He stood up, his hands on my hips, his penis hard and ready against my ass. I could feel the heat of him, the hardness pressing against me.

"Is this what you really want? To cum and fall?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

"Yessss," I gasped, my body pushing back against him feeling the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins.

The buildup was so sensual, "You're perfect for this," he murmured, his hands all over my breasts, twisting my fully erected nipples slowly sending a shiver down my spine.I was moaning and pleading when the push came.

I was halfway over the railing already when the push and my orgasm from the sexual excitement of falling came. The push was not forceful, but intentional enough to guide me over the railing. I twisted to land backward, trusting the plan, the air mattress below waiting to cushion my fall.

But...

But in the chaos of the moment, my right heel caught the edge of the railing, the small space between the floor and the bottom of the railing. It quickly twisted my beautiful long leg unnaturally as I fell. Time slowed...

I hit the air mattress, the initial relief quickly replaced by a sharp, searing jolt of pain in my right leg. The impact reverberated up my body, the unmistakable snap and crack echoing in my mind.

I gasped, clutching at my leg instinctively, the pain both terrifying and strangely electrifying, an intensity that blurred the edges of reality. Ethan was at my side in seconds, his face pale and his hands trembling as he knelt beside me.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" His voice cracked with panic as his eyes darted to the unnatural angle of my leg. At that exact moment, I kissed him and saw in his eyes that he wasn't ready for this, he wasn't the one.

I managed a shaky smile through the pain. "I think I'm ok... But my leg is broken," I whispered, my voice tight with the effort to stay calm. Ethan's fingers hovered near the injury, his touch gentle yet unsure.

"Three places, maybe," he muttered looking at the S shape of my broken leg, his tone grim but steady as he assessed the situation.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean..."

"It's okay," I interrupted, surprising even myself with the calm in my voice. The mix of pain and adrenaline had my heart racing, my mind reeling at the reality of what had just happened. I leaned up moaning, my lips capturing his in a soft, gentle kiss.

"I don't think I want to do this again Ethan," I said, my voice filled with a desire that I knew would never fade.

Ethan's face was etched with guilt as he gently brushed a strand of hair away from my face, his hands trembling. I leaned back against the soft padding of the air mattress, my right leg bent awkwardly, already swelling beneath the sheer material of my pantyhose.

"I never should've gone through with this," Ethan said, his voice cracking as he knelt beside me. His hands hovered over my injured leg, hesitant to touch it, as though fearing he'd make things worse.

I drew in a shaky breath. "It's okay," I said, surprising both of us with the steadiness in my voice. The sharp, relentless pain radiating from my leg was a constant reminder of the consequences, but something deeper coursed through me, possibly 12 weeks in various casts and on crutches.

When I pulled back, I looked him square in the eye. "Ethan," I said, my voice firm but tinged with exhaustion, "It's over between us."

His brows furrowed, his lips parting as if to protest, but I placed a finger against them, silencing my young lover.

Steffie...2.0
Chapter 8 to come