Page 28 of Stone's Promise

I felt fire wherever his tongue and fingers roamed. With every passing moment, the intensity grew. His tongue was a whip against my swollen clit.

“Cody.” I pushed my fingers through his thick hair, watching his head motion between my thighs. The sensation was overwhelming. I dug my heels into the mattress. As he sank two fingers inside me, I cried out in climax, the sound muffled against the pillow.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his breath ragged. I noticed the way his eyes, a stormy shade I'd come to know intimately, scanned my face. His fingers traced the contours of my cheekbone.

"Em." This time, his voice was barely above a whisper, as if he didn't want to break the spell that had taken hold of us.

He shifted closer to me and began unzipping the fly of his jeans. The tough fabric was stretched with his erection. I put my hands over his and felt his movements as the zipper slid down, releasing his cock. Its impressive size filled my hands as I wrapped my fingers around the base. I sat up and leanedforward, taking the tip between my lips and sucking the clear preejaculate collecting at the tip.

He groaned. His cock grew bigger in my mouth, the veins on the underside pulsing with his need. He pressed me back down on the bed. His hands skimmed over my body again. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

“I need you now, Cody.”

He reached for a condom in a drawer on the nightstand. I watched, getting turned on more as he tore the foil and stretched the latex over his long shaft. He leaned down, the head of his cock brushing against my entrance.

I could feel the wetness between my legs, a testament to how much I wanted him. I raised my hips as he pushed inside me.

He moved slowly at first, savoring the connection between our bodies. I relished every thrust, each one taking me further into a passionate haze. Our moans and gasps filled the small room, punctuated by the sounds of skin slapping against skin and mattress creaking under our weight.

Cody's hands held me close, his fingers digging into my hips. He looked into my eyes, his expression a mix of lust and love. He growled as he picked up the pace. The bed creaked under our combined weight. With every stroke, I felt myself getting closer to the edge again.

He slowed down and pulled out, his cock still hard. He guided it back to my entrance and thrust in again, hitting that spot inside me that made me see stars. I cried out.

He began to pound into me harder. I moaned and pushed back against him, meeting his rhythm with my hips. I could feel the tension building inside me, his cock hitting my g-spot with every thrust.

I called out his name, my orgasm hitting me hard and fast. I felt the walls of my vagina clamp down around his cock as he continued to thrust into me. It was overwhelming.

A deep groan rumbled in his chest, and I felt him get rigid all over as he came. His movements slowed, and then stilled.

Finally, his body went limp on top of mine. I felt the warmth of his chest against mine, our hearts still racing from what we had just shared.

I lay there, my heartbeat slowing yet still echoing in my chest. He disposed of the condom and got back in the bed. He reached out for me. His arms were my sanctuary, strong and secure, wrapped around me with gentleness. The room was silent except for our synchronized breathing.

As sleep began to tug at the edges of my consciousness, I let myself believe in the possibility of us. Whatever tomorrow might bring.

I WOKE UP TO LIGHTfiltering through the bedroom blinds and the soft scent of Cody’s cologne lingering on the sheets. I stretched, feeling more rested than I had in weeks. Maybe months. The kind of sleep that came from having nothing weighing on me. No overthinking. No doubts.

Then I blinked, glancing at the empty space beside me.

Cody was gone.

For a second, disappointment curled in my stomach, but then I caught the faint hum of a washing machine somewhere in the house. A glance at the clock told me it was nearly ten.

I never slept this late.

I pushed up on my elbows, running a hand over my face. My body still felt loose, warm, like I’d spent the whole night wrapped up in something good. Inhim.

This was not just some fantasy I let myself indulge in for a night. I’d let my guard down, told Cody how I felt, and he hadn’t run for the hills. He hadn’t brushed it off as a complication.

I slid out of bed and found my clothes folded neatly on a nearby chair. That made me smile. Even in his rough, gruff way, Cody was thoughtful. That was something I liked about him, one of many things.

I grabbed the t-shirt he’d worn last night from the floor and slipped it on, inhaling his scent as I made my way out of the bedroom.

The house was quiet except for the low hum of the washing machine, and I found Cody standing in the kitchen, barefoot, flipping a pancake onto a plate. He was fresh out of a shower, hair still damp, wearing a simple T-shirt and sweats.

His eyes flicked up when he noticed me, and something in his expression softened. "Hey, sleepyhead."

I smirked, tugging at the hem of his shirt. "You let me oversleep."

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