I put my thumb in her mouth, had her suck it clean, and then positioned my cock. Instead of taking it slow, I entered her in one hard, fast thrust, pulling her onto me as I pushed forward, getting deep, deep, deep.
She cried out so loud anyone on the lawns outside our window would hear. Hell, most people within a half-mile radius would.
“You’re going to break me in two,” she cried out, her hands bunched full of sheets.
“Never,” I growled.
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sp; I pulled back and thrust in again, hard and fast. She let out the same desperate moan, one melting into the next. My balls tightened, and I anchored my hand around her waist. I had to steady her, keep her still, and I needed to be close to her, to feel every vibration across her skin.
“More,” she cried out as I stilled.
I thrust again, not stopping this time before I pulled out and plowed into her over and over. I couldn’t tell who was making which sounds as they bounced off the walls of the room.
Her back arched. “I’m . . . Please. Beck, please let me come.”
This wasn’t the time to make her wait. Our lust and desire had pushed us into a different state of consciousness and orgasm was the only route out. I wasn’t going to be able to hold back anymore than she was.
But the way she asked my permission, the way she had waited for me to say yes before she fully let herself go—it was too much. She was too much.
“Come, baby.” The words scorched my throat, and before the command had fully left my lips, she began to quiver under my fingers. My climax pushed from the base of my spine, spinning, circling, and pressing out and up. It went on and on until I was bursting out of my skin.
I wrapped my arms around Stella’s waist, holding her tight as she bucked underneath me, her orgasm combining with mine as we cried out in unison.
I fell onto the bed, still holding her. Our jagged breathing settled as we found our rhythm.
“Beck . . .”
I waited for her to finish her thought. What would she say? Would she comment on how intense it was? But she left the sentence unfinished, almost as if she expected me to fill the gap.
She twisted in my arms so we were facing each other and placed her palms on my chest. “Far more relaxing than the spa.”
I laughed. “Did you enjoy your day?”
She tilted her head, nuzzling into my body with a sigh. Wanting to commit her contentment to memory, I closed my eyes at the sensation of her breath on my skin. After fucking, my mind was usually elsewhere, either on fucking again or on my emails as I reached for my phone, ready to chase the next development, close the next deal. All I wanted to do with Stella was to be right here. With her in my arms.
“I can’t remember my day,” she replied. “But you need to tell me about Henry. You said you bonded.”
“Over you. I get the impression he’s not too impressed with Karen’s behavior.”
She didn’t respond.
“You might be right about him. He might be one of the good ones.”
“I’m looking forward to hearing you say that I’m right a lot when we start the design process.”
“Don’t bet on it. I’m a tough client to please.”
“Oh yeah?” she asked, pulling out of my arms and wriggling down the bed as she grabbed the base of my cock.
I chuckled and then groaned as she kneeled between my thighs. I glanced across to the bedside table then handed her a hair clip. There was no chance I was missing the visuals.
She grinned and pulled her hair back, exposing her high, tight breasts and flat stomach. Sophie’s choice: My dick in her mouth, which was likely to be epic, or her skin sliding against mine as I fucked her again, this time face-to-face.
I wanted both options immediately.
Stella was teaching me a lot about patience.