Nate kept his hand moving all through her spasms, dragging the orgasm out until her muscles were weakly clenching and shuddering and she wasn't sure if the jerking twitches of sensation were aftershocks or the ramp-up to another climax.
“Okay,” she managed breathlessly, “it's time for pants to come off.”
Nate laughed. “Sounds like a plan.” He pulled his hand away. Stella had to bite her lip to keep from protesting, reminding herself that she'd suggested this.
His whole hand was wet. He glanced up at her, a twinkle in his eye, and then brought it to his mouth. Stella sucked in a quick breath as she watched him lick it clean.
“You taste good,” he said when he was done. His voice was deep with desire.
“Oh. Good.” Her own voice was high and breathy. “Pants,” she reminded them both.
“Right.” He took hold of her hips and lifted her effortlessly off his lap—Stella made a startled noise; she was a generously-curved woman, and while she wasn't insecure about it, she wasn't used to men being strong enough to just toss her around like it was nothing.
He set her down in front of him, keeping his hands on her hips until it was clear that her legs would, in fact, support her. Stella breathed deep and steadied her muscles, then stripped her pants and underwear off, leaving them in a damp heap on the floor.
Then she raised her eyebrows at Nate, who was unapologetically watching her naked body.
He grinned, looking almost boyish for a moment, and then lifted his hips and ditched his own pajama pants. He was commando underneath, and Stella was treated to the sight of a very, very impressive hard-on, flushed with blood and curving up toward her. Her mouth watered.
But before she could decide to drop to her knees right here in front of the couch, Nate was pulling her back onto his lap. He kissed her deeply—tasting salt-sweet with her own flavor, which sent another flush of heat through her body—and settled her right where she wanted to be.
She kissed back, sliding her hips along his length, getting him wet. He groaned, and then muffled the noise in her shoulder, biting down for a long moment. Stella shuddered.
Then he lifted his head and said, “Ready?”
Stella nodded, her breath speeding up. “Five minutes ago.”
He laughed a little, and then lifted her up again. Stella reached down, wanting to feel his cock in her hand. He made a low noise as she positioned him, which turned into a long, sustained groan as she sank slowly down onto him.
“Oh, God,” he said finally. “Oh, that's good. Stella, you're—”
But whatever she was got lost in his indrawn breath as she seated herself fully on him. His head tipped back onto the back of the couch. Stella closed her eyes and let herself adjust to the feeling of him inside her. He was big, and felt bigger like this, pressing so deep. Her inner muscles rippled with pleasure.
Then she started to move. Slowly at first, little shifts of her hips, barely lifting up at all. And then a little faster, his hands clenched against her, rising up a little more. God, he felt good, thick and heavy inside her, touching places that felt like they'd been loveless and aching for years.
As she started really thrusting, he lifted his hips to meet her, coming together in a slick slide, pleasure sparking. Again, and again, his movements tapping her clit each time, making her clench and moan. He moaned with her, kissing along her neck on the downthrust, reaching for her when she lifted again, hauling her back down. Thrusting deep into her, their thighs sliding against each other, sweaty and desperate.
Stella lost the rhythm as the pleasure started to overwhelm her. She ground down against him, loathe to lift up and away, wanting the pressure on her clit and the feeling of his tip so deep inside her. His arms came around her and he bit her ear. “I'm going to flip us,” he murmured. “Ready?”
She nodded desperately. “Yes, yes—”
He came up off the couch entirely, holding her tight and steady against him, and then the world whirled, and she was on her back on the couch cushions, and he was above her. He thrust in hard, deep and true, and Stella bit down on her hand to muffle a shriek.
The pleasure came over her in a wave. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before, as though the climax started in the pit of her stomach, but spread through her entire body, heating a spark inside her chest. It was like Nate's blue eyes, darkened with passion, were looking right into her. Like he was nestling himself inside her forever, instead of just...for now.
Stella reached for him, and he caught her close, moving with her, thrusting into her body, kissing her like he couldn't keep any part of him away from any part of her. She let herself go then, shaking and shuddering against him, pleasure carrying her up to a greater height than she’d ever reached before.
Slowly, slowly, she came back down. Nate was resting against her chest, catching his breath. Stella was struck by the sense that they were still joined—he wasn’t inside her anymore, but somehow it felt like he was.
And it felt good. Strong and safe, a comforting warmth deep within her. Stella watched him breath, his eyes softly closed, and felt a smile spreading helplessly across her face.
Warm and content, she let her own eyes drift shut.
***
Stella woke to the same feeling of contentment she’d felt when she fell asleep.
Hot on its heels was surprise. She hadn’t expected that.