“Condom, Gia. Now. I’m not going to last.”
“I can’t reach...with you...” I arch into him some more.
“Fuck.”
I’m quickly moved aside as Stone leans over the tub and finds his pants, deftly retrieving a condom from his pocket. It takes only seconds for him to tear it open and cover himself with it before lowering to the tub again and reaching for me.
In one quick swoop, I’m straddling him again and he’s deep inside me. He’s not gentle, but he never promised to be. He’s warned me over and over again of this, and I don’t care. I love it.
The water sloshes around us, his hands on my hips guiding me, setting the pace, which is fast and furious.
I like it.
I love it.
Too much. My hands find Stone’s shoulders and I hold on to him for support, not that he’s letting me go. I lower my head, touching my forehead to his. I feel the heat of his body, the intensity in his love making.
No. In the sex. Love is not a part of this. It never will be. We both have too much dysfunction to go there.
His chest heaves as he pants ragged breaths through his parted lips and it’s not until he presses his mouth into a tight, thin line that I realize he’s trying to hold back his own orgasm. I kiss the corner of his eye and start a trail of kisses to his mouth. We haven’t kissed other than on our wedding day. I want to taste his lips again.
I kiss the corner of his mouth and he touches my lips with the tip of his tongue before suddenly jerking his mouth away and going still. We stay like that, our faces only an inch from each other, joined below the waist. I can’t read the turmoil going on inside his head.
He’s thinking. About what, I have no idea. The kiss bothers him. He had a similar reaction to our brief kiss after our vows.
Our eyes lock in a heated battle. I squeeze his cock and he clenches his teeth then picks me up and off him. I gasp at the sudden loss of our connection, and find myself turned around, my back to his front as he rams into me from behind.
“Stone.” I reach out for the sides of the tub to find my balance.
He moves partially out of the water onto his knees and jerks me back into him, his cock hitting so deep inside I feel he’s going to bruise me. It doesn’t hurt though. It. Feels. So. Good.
“Yes,” I moan, bending forward and holding on to the end of the tub as he fucks me from behind. It’s what we’re doing. Fucking, as he so frequently likes to say. And I don’t ever want him to stop.
I feel his hand on the back of my neck. He’s not choking me, he’s caressing. I feel his mouth on my shoulder as he lightly bites it, then he rests his chin next to my ear as he continues to move.
“You’re so fucking tight, Gia.” His hand comes around the front and squeezes my breast before lowering between my legs.
“I can’t,” I protest. I’ve already orgasmed. My legs are already weak. One more and I’ll have to be airlifted to the bed.
“You can,” he whispers in my ear and strokes my clit. “Come for me, Gia. Now. I need you to come now.”
I feel the pressure of his hand between my thighs, the hardness of his chest against my back, and I hear the intensity of the moment in his voice. If possible, his erection grows even thicker, and I know he’s about to come as well. Having the power to bring this man to his knees puts me over the edge.
I squeeze him and the edge of the tub as the waves crash through me again. Stone’s fingers continue pleasing me while his other hand grips so hard on my waist I know there will be marks on me in the morning.
I call out his name as he curses, and we crash down together. I hang my head parallel to the tepid bathwater and listen to his labored breathing. The smile that escapes my lips is from pure satisfaction, not only from the mind-blowing orgasms, but because I made progress with Stone.
Sure, he gives and receives sex quite freely, but this is different. I may be naïve, and maybe every woman he has sex with feels the same, but I savor what just happened, that I was able to make Stone Parlatore lose complete control.
Too soon, he moves away and steps out of the tub. I turn around and see him throw away the condom, then hold out a towel for me. I stand and reach for it, but he snatches it away and rakes his eyes over my body.
His gaze stops on my hips, and he frowns. “Did I hurt you?”
I look to where he’s focused and see my hip, red and marked where he held me so tightly.
“No.”
Stone moves toward me and reaches for the red area. His touch is light and gentle. “Your hip is so white.”