Page 23 of Stella

I straddled his waist. This is what I wanted, an echo of that fantasy I’d had of climbing into his lap. “Is this seat taken?”

Jerrick grunted, his hard cock pressing against my core. I moaned, unable to stop myself from grinding against him.

He groaned, and for a moment heat blotted out everything inside me. I shifted so I wasn’t sitting directly on his dick. I wouldn’t last long like that, and I wanted to savor him.

I licked his neck, tasting his sweat and sweetness. He tilted his head toward me and kissed me.

His mouth was perfect, soft silk pressing against my lips. He cupped the back of my head with his hands, and I tangled my hands into his shirt. His tongue licked along the seam of my lips, and then delved inside. I whimpered against him, pressing myself down onto his thighs because I needed pressure. He was licking inside my mouth like he would eat me whole.

He brushed his palms over the sides of my breasts and I shuddered again. My vagina still wanted to know when we were getting to the naked part.

But I also desperately wanted this closeness, this feeling of being thoroughly touched. I could wait longer.

His hands trailed down to my hips, and I shuddered, grinding onto his thighs. My skirt was twisted around my legs, and his thighs weren’t pressing against anywhere I needed him.

Jerrick deepened the kiss, his tongue consuming me. I couldn’t think past remembering to breathe around the burning desire. His big hands moved again, sliding all the way up my body to cup my breasts.

I moaned, digging my hands into his shirt. I straddled one of his thighs, and he grabbed my skirt and hiked it up.

Cool air hit the bare skin of my thighs, and I almost pulled away from the kiss. My sexy beta leaned forward to capture me back. I whined into his mouth, throwing myself into the sensory deprivation of kissing him while his hands roamed over my body.

Feeling deliciously exposed with my legs straddled over his thighs, wetness soaked my panties until everything south of my belly button was swollen and hot. Jerrick’s fingertips brushed the inside of my thighs. I lifted up from his leg so he could move up to my center.

He cupped me with his hand, and I whimpered into his mouth again. He moaned, grinding his palm into me. Everything lit up inside me like Christmas…and I hoped it would come early. I pressed down against his palm, my body twisting with need.

His palm on my core shifted, until his finger rubbed against my center. I was so wet he just slide back and forth.

I cried out, the sound deafening after our heavy breathing. Jerrick nipped my neck gently, then kissed down as my head tilted to the side in response.

The rough denim of his jeans rubbed against my thighs as Jerrick pushed a finger inside me. I gasped, rocking my hips, trying to ride his finger. He groaned as he trailed his lips along my collar bone, working two more fingers inside me. The feeling of being so much fuller was almost enough to make me come.

“Jerrick,” I squealed, writhing against his chest, the wooden chair groaning from my frantic movements.

He thrust his fingers in and out, moving his thighs up and down in counterpoint so my own weight impaled me on his fingers with each thrust.

The tart scent of blackberry and basil rose up and mingled with my own. My sexy Viking brought his thumb to press against my clit, and that, combined with his fingers thrusting inside me, pushed me higher until pleasure burst over my skin, and I cried out into his shoulder as I came.

My body shook as the walls of my core fluttered. He kept his fingers inside me, and I curled forward into him.

“You want to ride my hand again, or my mouth?” His voice was husky. He gently peeled my shirt off, and I was so very happy I didn’t have to tell him I wasn’t done, that was just an appetizer.

Jerrick dragged wet kisses around my breast until he reached my nipple. When he flicked it with his tongue, I shuddered, squeezing my walls around his fingers. It felt so sweet and dirty to have him inside me like this, but I wanted more.

“I want your cock,” I panted. Pleasure spiraled inside me at the press of his fingers. He curled the tips, brushing against my G-spot and making me see stars. “Please, Jerrick.”

“You need a few more orgasms first,” he grumbled, taking my nipple into his mouth. He kept thrusting his fingers.

I keened, shifting my weight forward. “You can’t mean I’m not wet enough. I could take two knots at this point.”

Lust speared through me. The thought of two knots at once, and then his cock in my mouth…I twisted, rocking myself hard. He groaned, working his fingers inside me. He moved his free hand to my other breast, working my body like we had been doing this for years.

An orgasm crashed over me, and I leaned against him. Pure bliss seeped into my bones and I sighed.

“Where have you been all my life?” I slid my hands over his chest. “Get naked. I want to ride you while sitting in your lap.”

Jerrick licked my neck. “I want you to ride my face first.”

Oh, thank all the cosmic energy in the universe.

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