Page 59 of Shot Through the Heart

“Baby, I was hard just from seeing you. The kiss?” I shake my head. “One kiss from you and I’m practically feral for you.”

Her pupils dilate and she bites the corner of her plump bottom lip. Reaching up, I pull the flesh free with my thumb, only to groan when she immediately wraps her lips around it.

I snap, pulse racing as I bend down to grab her thighs and lift her up. Immediately, she wraps her legs around my waist and clings to me as I lower us to the floor onto the blankets and pillows. I’m immediately grateful that I hadn’t gotten to clearing the setup before she came back.

Stella moans my name as I lay her down in front of me. With what little restraint I have left, I push back to watch as I remove her shirt. She lifts off the ground enough to help me pull it over her head before dropping back down.

She doesn’t flinch or move to cover herself up as I take my fill of her body. The light from the fire dances over her skin, bathing her in a warm light that makes her glow.

“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her, relishing the flush that spreads from her cheeks and down her neck. She reaches out and grabs the hem of my shirt.

“Off,” she demands and I move quickly to oblige. Once that’s gone, I decide not to waste any more time later and remove my sweatpants and boxers. I do the same for her, barely letting her lift her hips to help me get rid of her silk pajamas and underwear. Then I’m on her again.

My hands find her breasts and I groan as I smush them together before bending to suck one perfect nipple into my mouth. I flick my tongue out, making her squirm as I lavish her chest. Her legs wrap around me again, making her wet cunt slide over my aching cock.

“Fuck, baby,” I groan and grab her hips to hold her in place.

“Greyson,” she whimpers, and my dick jumps at the sound.

The fire pops beside us, reminding me of our surroundings, and I pause. Stella sneaks her hand between us while I’m distracted, wrapping her delicate fingers around my cock. I pant as if I’ve just run a marathon while trying to focus on my thought.

“Should we be worried about Harper walking out?” I ask, unsure of how I’m able to form words while she’s squeezing my dick.

“No,” Stella whispers and pumps me slowly. “If she wakes up, she’ll yell for me before wandering around an unfamiliar place.”

Thank fuck for that because I’m holding on by a strand, but the last thing I need to worry about is traumatizing our daughter by seeing Mommy and Daddy naked.

With that all cleared up, I grab Stella’s wrist, stopping her from stroking me, and pin it to the floor beside her hip.

“I didn’t get to take my time with you yesterday. I plan to make up for that now.”

Releasing her wrist, I slide down her body, leaving a trail of kisses on every inch of her that I can. I pause when I reach her waist, mesmerized by the stretch marks that now decorate her skin. They’re beautiful.

Slowing down, I trace and kiss each one, memorizing the changes that came from her carrying our daughter.

Stella shifts beneath me, her impatience evident, but I’m not done admiring her.

I flick my gaze up to her face, finding her watching me from hooded lids.

“Fucking perfect,” I tell her, holding her stare as I bend to kiss the mark just below her belly button.

I could worship the lines that prove just how strong Stella is all night long. Images of what she must have looked like pregnant play through my mind, making me harder than a rock. The need to see it for myself, to fuck her until she’s pregnant again, hums through my veins.

Shaking my head, I remind myself she’s on birth control and that we’re nowhere near ready for a baby when we don’t even have our current situation fully figured out, but my dick doesn’t get the memo.

Still, no harm in practicing…

Forcing myself to keep moving down, I finally bury my face in her pussy. I told her I was going to take my time, but I don’t know if slow is possible when all I crave is to make her come. My tongue flicks across her clit while I trace two fingers over her soaking entrance.

She lifts her hips, whispered yeses and pleases mixing with the crackle of the fire. I reward her begging by working my fingers into her cunt while making sure to keep focus on her clit.

Her hands find her breasts so she can pinch her nipples. She clenches around me and I crook my fingers just right as she repeats the move. Massaging the bundle of nerves deep inside her, I watch her face. Her eyes are closed, mouth hanging open and letting her deep breaths escape.

Stella’s eyebrows scrunch together, and I catch the subtle nod that she gives herself in time with the pulsing around my fingers.

Pulling my hand free, I hold back my smirk at the desperate squeal that escapes her as her eyes snap open and find me.

“I was?—”

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