Page 48 of Sweet Retribution

I draw my elbow into my side and pull my T-shirt over one arm, then the other. I lift the hem, and toss it to the floor.

“Okay. You can resume now.”

That sly smile escapes his lips again. “Merda.”

“You keep smiling at me like that and I’m going to orgasm before you even touch me.”

“Is that what you want?” He grinds his erection into me. “To orgasm with my hands up here.” He squeezes my breasts again.

“I... can’t help it.” I lift one leg and wrap it around his waist, molding my body into his.

Stone picks up my other leg and loops his hands under my ass while he carries me to his bed. He drops me unceremoniously and I bounce. I watch as he fixates on my naked breasts.

He puts one knee on the bed working his way to me, but I sit up and push at his chest. “Wait.”

“Again?”

This time I smile. I sit on my knees and slide my hand between his hot, bare skin and the elastic of his waistband. “These need to go.” I cup his ass and squeeze as I push his pants further down his legs, my head dipping as I follow my hands.

His cock springs toward me and I stick out my tongue and lick him.

“Fuck,” he curses. He winds my hair around his fist and guides my mouth where he wants me, thrusting in and out as I suck on him. “Gia,” he says my name, over and over again.

It’s the most beautiful sound. Bliss, agony, desperation, want. My hands massage his solid thighs, then I use one to help hold his heavy cock and the other to massage his balls.

I taste the precum and suck it off the tip of his cock, my mouth making a popping noise when I release him.

Stone pins me back to the mattress and yanks my legs out from under me so they dangle off the side of the bed. “My turn.”

He drops to his knees and drags his tongue up my inner thigh as his hands grope for my breasts. One hand stays on my breast while the other travels down to my pussy. He uses his shoulders to separate my legs more before dipping his tongue to where I know I’m dripping.

He inserts two fingers and nips at my clit. My hips flare up. “Oh god, Stone!” I clutch at the sheets needing something, anything, to hold on to. They’re too soft, too slippery. I blindly reach until I find his head and hold tight onto his short hair, guiding his mouth where I want him.

My body craves his touch. He sends a raging fire through me that I can’t contain. I have no time to prepare for the explosive orgasm that rips through my body. I feel my hips lift off the bed, and Stone uses his hands and his mouth to keep me in place as I ride it out.

I lay spread eagle, my eyes closed, panting for air as I recover. He doesn’t give me much time.

“Up.” Stone yanks my arms so I’m standing, and I want to cry.

One orgasm and he’s kicking me out? His room is private, his sanctuary, I get that, but he’s the one who invited me in. I didn’t push my way into his private space.

Stone bends over the bed and whips back the comforter and sheets, then tosses me on to the mattress like he had earlier. His body covers mine so quickly I barely have time to register that he isn’t kicking me out.

No, he’s inviting me in. Like, really in. Under his covers, in his bed, not just on top for a quickie. He hovers over me, his naked body just barely touching my naked body. He holds himself up on his elbows next to my head and pierces me with his stare.

I tremble from the intensity. There’s so much going on behind them. Lust, angst, worry, and quite possibly, a touch of tenderness. I run my fingers through his hair and want to draw his mouth to mine. Other than our pretend wedding vows, he’s never kissed me. Never kissed anyone, according to Sebastiana. I want to ask him why, but I’m scared to learn the reason.

Letting me into his room is the closest he’s gotten to opening up to me, and I’ll take it. I feel the pressure of his cock against my thigh, and my legs open wider on instinct.

“Condom,” I say and tilt my head to his nightstand.

Stone withdraws slightly and I worry I’ve lost him, even if I don’t understand why. He gives a slow shake of his head. “I don’t have any in here.”

In here.Right. Because he doesn’t have sex in his bedroom, only in the designated sex cave downstairs. I don’t know how I feel about that. Repulsed about the sex cave, yes, but also elated that I’m the first and only woman he’s brought to his bedroom.

“I just finished my period so I should be safe. I haven’t been with anyone...” He knows. He knows too well.

“Me either.”

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