“How many do you have with you?”
My brows jumped. “Big plans for the night?”
She flashed the goofiest smile. “It’s been a while for me. A long while.”
I smiled and closed the distance between us. Brushing the hair from her shoulder, I leaned down and dropped a soft kiss on her creamy skin. “I have two with me. But I have more in my suitcase back in my room.”
“Okay…” She looked away for a few seconds, and I could see the wheels in her head turning as her eyes lost focus.
“Is there something else you want to talk ab—”
I didn’t get to finish the question because Stella launched herself at me. Caught off guard, I stumbled back a few steps but managed to keep her in my arms. I’d heard the saying climbed like a tree before, but never actually experienced it. In one swoop, she jumped up, wrapped her legs around my waist and arms around my neck, and her lips came crashing down on mine.
“I want you,” she mumbled between our joined lips.
So much for being unsure where things were heading. Her eagerness was a total surprise, yet I fucking loved it. I would’ve gone slow, taken my time not to rush things. But this? This was so much better. We had all night for going slow. Taking long strides, I carried her through the living room and into the bedroom. Stella pushed her tits up against me and ground her wide-open legs up and down my already hard cock.
I groaned. “And here I thought you wanted romance.”
“I think I’d rather have you eat my face off right now.”
I set her down on the bed and dropped to my knees. “Sweetheart, that’s not what I’m about to eat…”
I was so fucking consumed with the idea of burying my face between her legs, that I couldn’t be gentle about getting her panties off. Reaching up, I gripped the flimsy material of her thong and tore it straight from her body. The gasp that spilled from her mouth was almost enough to make me come, and she hadn’t yet laid a finger on me.
I nudged one of her legs wider and tossed the other up and over my shoulder. Her pussy was beautifully bare and glistening, making me salivate. I couldn’t wait to devour her. Flattening my tongue, I dove in for a long stroke, licking from one end to the other. When I reached her clit, I sucked it into my mouth and drew deep.
“Ahh...” She arched off the bed.
The sound made me wild. I was so amped up that it wasn’t enough to have my tongue in on the action alone. So I pushed my entire face into her wet pussy, using my nose, cheeks, jaw, teeth, and tongue. And while I was in there, I stopped to take a deep inhale. Later, I’d have to remember to see if Stella could develop this as one of her custom freaking scents—for my private collection only.
Her hips bucked against me as I sucked and slurped, and when she cried out my name, I knew she was close to coming. So I slipped two fingers inside her. Stella’s muscles clamped down tight as I pumped in and out.
When her back arched off the bed again, I reached up and pressed her hips to the mattress, keeping her immobilized as I continued my feast.
She moaned. “Ah…I’m…ah…”
I began to be concerned I might finish at the same time as she did. And if that were the case, my finale would take place in a pair of three-hundred-dollar slacks and be reminiscent of a teenage boy. But the sound of her losing control was just that fucking good, and I actually didn’t give a shit if it came to that, because there was no way in hell I could stop.
Stella’s nails dug into my scalp. She yanked my hair as she moaned louder and louder and then…all of a sudden she let go, and I knew she was coming.
“Oh, God… Ohhhhhhh…God…”
I kept at it, lapping at her until every last quake had rolled through her body. Then I wiped my face with the back of my hand and crawled up onto the bed, hovering over her.
Stella had squeezed her eyes closed tight, but the biggest smile stretched across her face. She threw one arm over her eyes to hide them. “Oh my God. I’m so embarrassed.”
“What are you embarrassed about?”
“I basically attacked you.”
“And it was the best fucking thing that’s happened to me in as long as I can remember.” I peeled her arm away from her face, and she peeked one eye open. “Attack away anytime the mood strikes.”
She bit her lip. “You’re…really good at that.”
I smiled. “I’m really good at a lot of things. The night is just getting started, sweetheart.”
She opened her other eye and her face went soft. “You called me sweetheart. I like that.”