Page 102 of Stone Vows

“Oh, God. Yes! Yes!” I scream at the ceiling as wave after wave, pulse after pulse, overcomes me, sending me spiraling off the cliff and into the crashing whitecaps below as they pound against me, toss me around, and churn me under until they finally let up and I can reach the surface and breathe once again.

I feel like I just ran a marathon. My breaths come fast and my legs are tense. I realize I’m still holding his head hard against me. “Sorry,” I say, releasing him.

“Don’t be sorry, Lex,” he says, standing up to come face to face with me. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Jesus.”

He wraps my legs around him and I grab onto his neck as he lifts me off the counter. He walks us across the living room. I think he’s going to take me to his bedroom, but he stops short.

“I can’t wait another second,” he says, pinning me against the living room wall, devouring my neck and shoulders with his mouth.

I reach between us to put my hand around his penis. Oh, God. It’s velvety soft. It’s hard as steel. It jumps, thick and ready, under my touch.

He breaks the seal his mouth has on my flesh to ask a question. “Condom?”

“I’m good,” I say, running my fingers up and down on him. “Nobody since him.”

“Me too,” he mumbles, finding my neck again with his tongue. “Nobody since her.”

I don’t even have the wherewithal to comprehend what that means right now. I’m too busy thinking about what his hands are doing to me. And how his fingers are touching me.

“Are you on the pill?” he asks, breathlessly.

Shit!Oh, my God. I didn’t even think. I know I’m nursing, but that’s no guarantee. “No.”

He puts me down and runs across the room, frantically rummaging through his pants to find his wallet. It’s almost comical to watch. He’s determined. Desperate.

He races back to me, quickly putting on the condom before he reaches me. I boldly jump back into his arms, needing to feel flesh on flesh.

“Now, Lex. Please.” His eyes, along with his words, beg me to give him entrance. So I do.

“Now,” I say, nodding my acceptance.

He holds me up, pressing me against the wall as he enters me. He takes his time, letting himself get used to me. Letting me completely open myself for him. When he’s fully seated, he quickly pulls out to the tip and then pushes back in. He does this over and over until I unexpectedly start building up again. But I can tell he’s holding back. He’s gritting his teeth. He’s concentrating hard. He wants me to come. Again.Me. Before he’s even had his.

“Don’t worry about me,” I say.

I don’t tell him I won’t come this way. That I never come this way. He’s using his hands to hold me up, and I’m too shy to use mine to help myself along.

“I’ll always worry about you, Elizabeth.”

I don’t bother to correct him. Maybe I’ll always be Elizabeth to him. I don’t even mind it when he calls me that. It reminds me of some of the best weeks of my life.

Then my thoughts become muddled and grey as he leans his head in and kisses me. He kisses me hard. He kisses me with tongue and I taste myself on him. It’s strangely erotic knowing where he’s been. His chest presses against my breasts, rubbing them as his thrusts become more demanding. He licks my neck, all the way around to my ear.

I feel my insides coil. I feel the familiar tug of impending release. Building. Building. Oh, God.

“That’s it,” he whispers, his hot breath flowing over my ear. “You feel so good, Elizabeth.” He grunts and thrusts. “Come with me.”

On his command, my body pulsates, burning from within as my walls squeeze him tightly. He shouts out as he explodes inside me, our words of ecstasy mingling together as we cry out in tortuous pleasure.

His knees buckle and he falls back onto the floor, careful to keep me on top of him. We lie like this, our chests pinned together, our hearts beating wildly, our breathing labored. We lie like this until my eyes grow heavy.

Maybe it’s the late hour. Maybe it’s the alcohol. Maybe it’s the release he gave me—the two releases—that I’ve craved for so long. Maybe it’s a bit of everything. But the last thing I remember before falling off into slumber is him picking me up and carrying me.

That’s not true. The last thing I remember is how I feel in his arms. I feel safe. I feel loved.

I feel home.

Chapter Forty-eight

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