Is this real? Does Stone feel this way about me?
Do I feel this way about him?
With a bit of help, he gets rid of my shirt. I’m the one to unhook my bra, and Stone moves his way down from my jaw. He kisses and nibbles the skin in my neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. His hands are on my naked breasts and he kneads and massages them. His touch is slow and gentle, and he takes his time making his way onto my chest with his mouth.
He’s building a need for him inside me. He kindled a little flame to life, and now he’s blowing on it, feeding it, letting it grow.
When he sucks my left nipple into his mouth, his hand firm on my right breast, I moan. He licks and sucks my nipple, flicking his tongue over it, and it sends a line of electricity to my pussy.
After teasing me, tantalizingly slowly, for a long time, Stone switches sides. He sucks my right nipple into his mouth and massages the other breast with the same rhythm. I gasp and moan, moving with him as he slides his body up and down against mine.
I reach between his legs and rub his cock through his jeans. He’s hard and ready for me, but we’ll take our time.
Stone makes his way down my body, both hands on my breasts as he plants kisses down my stomach. He runs his tongue around my belly button and licks a line along the top of my jeans.
He unzips them and slowly pulls them down. He takes my panties along with them. When I’m naked on the bed, Stone stares sat my body.
“You’re beautiful,” he says.
I blink at him. I don’t think Stone has ever said that to anyone. Hot, a quick fuck, sex on a stick—those are the terms I’ve heard others say he likes to use. But beautiful…with the way he looks at me, Ifeelbeautiful. I feel like I’meverything.
Stone wraps his hands around my left ankle, lifts my leg, and starts kissing his way toward my knee. He worships me, taking his time as he makes his way up. When he reaches my thigh, he nibbles the soft skin there. He breathes on my pussy, and the hot air makes me writhe with need. But he doesn’t touch me there yet.
Instead, he moves to my right ankle and starts the whole process over again.
By the time he reaches my thigh again, I’m a puddle of need. I want him so badly, it hurts, but the way he touches me and kisses me makes me want him not to speed things up.
Stone plants kisses on my thighs, my hips, my pubic bone—everywhere but my pussy.
I groan and push my hands into his hair, pulling him toward me. I want him to taste me. Ineedthe release.
“You’re driving me mad,” I moan.
He chuckles and closes his mouth over my pussy, and I gasp and cry out, finally getting what I want.
“Hmm,” he murmurs against my pussy, and his deep voice vibrates through me, sending a wave of pleasure rolling through my body.
I moan, and Stone sucks my clit. I’m already so close to the edge, the need building up inside of me, that when he starts sucking me, I’m close to an orgasm almost right away.
“Fuck, Stone,” I moan, curling my hands around his hair, pulling him into me. I move my hips along with his sucking, gently rocking them up and down. Stone keeps at it. I expect him to push his fingers into me like he’s done before, but he doesn’t.
Instead, he keeps sucking and licking, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Pleasure grows inside me, and I can’t think about anything but the way Stone knows how to get me.
The orgasm suddenly erupts, and I cry out, arching my back. I buck my hips against his mouth and ride the wave of ecstasy that washes through me. Stone chuckles against my pussy, and the feeling of his laughter only intensifies my orgasm.
Finally, when I come down, I lay on the bed, gasping.
“You’re still dressed,” I say when I look at Stone.
He’s been fully dressed every time we’ve done something. He doesn’t get rid of his clothes, not when it’s just a quick fuck, but he pulls his shirt over his head and pushes up from the bed. When he tries to get out of his jeans, he stumbles and nearly falls. I giggle when he catches himself on the bed.
“That’s a lot of alcohol,” he mutters.
“Where were you tonight?” I ask.
He glances at me. “Some shitty pub, looking for a fight with low-lives. The usual.”
“Did you get your fight?”