Page 83 of Sweet Little Thing

“Do you love me?” I blurted out the words. I had to ask him. Even if the answer was no, I had to know.

He studied me for a moment. Then he pressed his body closer and cupped my left cheek in his hand. He bent down and pressed a kiss to my mouth. “Love seems too weak a word for this, Beulah. But if that’s what you need to hear. Yes, I love you.”

Love wasn’t a weak word. It was powerful. It was the most important thing a human being could experience. We all needed to feel it. Love was precious and unique. There were differentlevels of love. There were loves you’d never lose. Some loves came for a time and marked you. There were loves that were beautiful and fleeting. But each one was important. Each one the grandest part of life. I loved my mother. I loved my sister. They were the loves you are given in life. The ones you don’t have to search for. This love I felt for him was new, different and it may be the most terrifying of all.

He ran a hand through my hair. Letting his fingers tangle in the locks. I leaned into his touch. “I think love is as close to heaven as we can experience on earth,” I told him.

He gave me a crooked grin. “No, Beulah. When I’m deep inside you, is as close to heaven on earth as it’ll ever get. Hell, baby, I’d argue that even heaven isn’t that sacred.”

I slapped his arm. “Stone, don’t say that.”

He leaned down and kissed me. Long and slow. Sweet and soft. I wrapped my arms around his neck and enjoyed the taste and emotion that came from the connection. His hands ran down my body, cupped my butt, and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he walked me over to the table.

“How much longer does the pasta have?” he asked.

“Twenty minutes,” I told him. “Longer if I put it to simmer.”

“Twenty minutes is good,” he said. His pants were already pulled down, and he was inside me. Slowly, he sank in, and I winced, but it was a delicious feeling. “I swore I was going to give you time before I was inside you again, but I can’t. I want to stay up inside you. No end.”

“Me too,” I agreed. “I love being sore from you,” I told him. “It turns me on. I feel wicked having been used so much it hurts.”

He growled, and his jaw clenched. “I’m going slow this time. Stop taunting me. You make me lose it, and it hurts you. If you keep that naughty little mouth shut, we will do this slow and easy.”

I ran my hands over my breasts as he watched me, slidingmy right hand down to touch where he entered me. He froze and watched as I began playing with my swollen clit. When he started moving again, he was breathing hard, and his eyes were on me, touching myself.

The excitement in his gaze only added to the way it made me feel. I was showing him how I pleasured myself while he pleased me even more.

“Do you touch yourself when you’re alone?” he asked huskily.

“Yes. When I’m in the bath,” I admitted.

“I want to fuck you hard. Watch you scream. Watch you come apart under me. Keep touching that pussy, and I will. My restraint is almost gone, baby.”

I lifted my hand away and his eyes followed my finger as I moved it to my mouth and licked it.

“Jesus,” he muttered.

I stuck my tongue out and ran the finger over it to the tip, then used the finger to begin to play again. That was his breaking point. He grabbed my thighs and rocked deep into me with no restraint. When I moaned his name, he moved faster. His eyes glazed over from the building release we both knew was coming.

I held my knees up to his waist, and he grabbed my left one and pulled my ankle to rest on his shoulder. He was deeper now. I sucked in a breath at the shock.

“Do you think about this when you play with that pussy?” he asked.

“Yes!” I admitted. I had thought of him many times, even when I felt guilty for it.

“You’re gonna play with it tonight. I’m going to stand over you and watch until I shoot my load all over your hand and thighs.”

The idea of that made my body hum. “AH! AH!” I was so close. “Stone! Yes! Oh, oh!” The light shattered around me. I grabbed at his arms and felt my nails sink into his skin.

“GOD! FUCK! I CAN’T,” he yelled, and the heat from hisrelease was shot inside me as his body shook. “HELL!”

The simple knowledge he was coming inside me again sent another surge of euphoria through my body. His release of pleasure became a state of bliss that I wanted to live in.

Stone lowered his body over mine, his face buried in my neck. “Jesus, Beulah. I can’t do that again. But you make it so hard to pull out. I want to be inside you when I come. That is love, baby. Pure fucking love.”

I pressed my lips to his head. “When you let me leave this apartment again, I will get birth control. It takes 30 days before it works, though.”

He lifted slightly. “There’s a shot that works immediately. You need that, or you’ll be pregnant in a month.”

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