Page 32 of Starry Night Kisses

I wonder if I should feel some sense of betrayal at his news, but all I can focus on is the way his hips keep angling so that the tip of his cock drives into me deeper and deeper. “Fuck, I’ve dreamed about this pussy swallowing my cock.”Thrust.He pops off my chest to watch where he keeps disappearing inside me. “I studied every single post you made.”Thrust.“Read every book you rated highly.”Thrust.“And examined you for months after I realized you’re literally my dream girl.”

I want to cry from the onslaught of emotions pouring through me. I’ve never felt pleasure like this while at the same time experiencing panic.

Is he seriously a real stalker?

Does it fucking matter with how good he’s fucking you? He’s obsessed with you. He figured out all the things you like just so he could bring you pleasure. So what if he stalked you for a few months?

Eric chuckles. “You might be thinking I sound insane, but, baby, I’m just fuckingobsessed.” He groans against my lips as he devours them again. He tastes like chocolate and marshmallow andme.

Kissing him back passionately, I grip the rope tighter, and my toes curl while I attempt to take him in as far as he’ll go. Eric releases a long moan, whichheightens my arousal, pressing me harder against the scratchy bark of the tree.

Suddenly, it hits me that his confession doesn’t even phase me. It doesn’t scare me or make me think he’s a creep because he’s done nothing except take the time to learn about me so that he can understand me—what makes me who I am and what he can do to appeal to my likes and interests, even though it’s clear I would have liked him without any of that.

“Let me go,” I plead against his lips. “Undo the ropes, Eric.”

“I’ll do it because you asked so nicely.” He nips my bottom lip. “But I’m never letting you go, Evelyn.”

I’m more than okay with that.

He remains inside me as he quickly releases my wrists, somehow not slipping from between my legs even as he pulls us down once I’m free. Eric sinks to the ground with me straddling him, and his head falls back as I take over the pace, riding him with sharp jerks of my hips. Each thrust makes my breasts bounce as he taps my G-Spot.

“Fuck, baby. You ride me so well. Such a greedy little slut for my cock, aren’t you?” he moans.

I’ll never get tired of hearing the sounds he makes while I bring him pleasure. I never thought a man moaning would be such a huge turn-on. “I am. I fucking love your cock.”

I also love that you researched ways to bring me pleasure. I love that you adore me and want to make me happy. I love…

“I loveyou,” he says, moving his hands to my hips as he pounds into me from underneath. “I fucking love you, Evelyn.”

My release rips through me, and I tip my head back and watch the stars as I ride out my orgasm. A flood of warmth pours between us, like some ethereal experience as we come together. Wave after wave crests through me. I drop forward, connecting our lips as I continue to milk him until we’re a mess of shaking limbs and pitchy moans that escape our mouths on sated sighs.

“I love you, too,” I whisper against his lips. “As for studying me, we’ll have to talk about that. I feel like that’s cheating.” I laugh playfully, not an ounce of terror or displeasure in my bones.

“I know. And I’m sorry. I was just so sure you were made for me after reading only a few of your posts. Not just physically, but emotionally, as well. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I just didn’t want you to think I was creepy.” He looks so sincere as he wipes my sweaty hair off my face.

“Creepier than bringing me to the woods to tie me up and eat melted marshmallows and chocolate off me?” I tease, stretching to peck his lips. “Seriously, though. I think it’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“Tied you up and turned you into a giant graham cracker? Damn, the bar is low.” He laughs, reaching for the corner of the blanket to pull it around us.

We cuddle in our post-coital bliss as we watch thetwinkling stars above. “I don’t want to go back tomorrow,” he confesses.

I don’t reply because the thought of returning to the city has me thinking of how he’ll have to start traveling for work again. So, I remain quiet, eventually falling asleep in Eric’s arms beneath the starry night sky.

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Eric untangles our fingers for the sixth time in the last ten minutes. Expelling a frustrated growl, he reaches for his phone, which is attached to a holder on his dash.

“What?” he gruffly answers.

Over the sound of the road and Archer and Bagel playing in the backseat, I can barely make out someone frantically yelling on the other end of the line. Shifting toward the window, I try not to let my own frustrated sigh loose.

The trees have turned back into buildings, the outer city limits racing by as we head back.

“Look, I told you before I left that you would have to take care of it. You want that CISO title someday? You’re going to have to earn it. I shouldn’t have to hold your hand at this point in your career. You know what you’re doing. You got this. Now, stop calling me, and let me finish my vacation in peace.”

He hangs up the phone and slides it back into theholder, but when he reaches for my hand again, I keep it curled in my lap.

“Sorry about that,” he apologizes.

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