Page 55 of Stella
“I know that.”
“Let me show you what you do to me,” she breathes. “If I show you, and you watch, then it isn’t really sex and we’re not crossing any lines, right?”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
“I think you can work it out.”
I glance down at her heaving chest; the tank tight against her tits, and her nipples are pebbled and taunting me like it’s a test of wills. I lick my lips because, fuck it, I can’t help myself.
I want to touch her.
My eyes find hers again. “Show me how you touch yourself.”
Her apprehension slowly turns to a sly smile. “You catch on quick.”
I brace my hands against the counter once more, crowding her in as I watch her hands slide down her body to cup her tits.Holy fuck.
She bites her lip as she thumbs over her taut nipples, and it takes all of my patience not to take over the job, rip her top up and suckle on those pretty puppies.
What’s worse? Stella groans. She tugs on her nipples, her eyes slowly closing as she moans. “God, Cale, that feels so good.”
“You forgot your bra, sweetheart.”
She smiles, her eyes still closed. “I didn’t forget it. I just didn’t put it on.”
I swallow hard. “Let me see them.”
I know once I see her tits for real, there’s no going back, but I have to see her.
She tugs on the hem of her shirt and her tits jiggle as she bunches it up under her armpits.
I stare at her breasts, full and perky. Her nipples, dark and inviting, as she cups them once more, pulling on her peaks as I adjust my cock. I want to come all over them. Mark her.
Tell her she’s mine, and if any other man has seen these, I’m gonna kill him.
Okay, I’m not usually a serial killer kinda guy, but this is how she gets me worked up and completely unglued.
I want her.
And I want her to only want me.
I bite down on my lip as her eyes spring open, one hand leaving her breast as she slides it down her toned torso and heads under her little shorts. No fucking way.
When she reaches between her legs, she moans. I stand there, a breath away as I watch her fondle her breast and touch her pussy.
“Cale, oh god, that feels so fucking good.”
I can’t anymore… my dick is gonna explode watching her get herself off and not being able to touch.
Just her tits. That’s it. Just one touch.
I reach out, cupping one breast as her eyes shoot open. I knock her hand away, jealousy hitting me that the other hand gets to play between her legs and I don’t. I cup the other one as she cries out my name. I test their weight, then squeeze them together, enjoying her soft pants.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Oh my god, Cale, touch me,please.”
Her hand works faster as she rubs herself. I know if I pull those shorts down, it’s game over.
I dip my head, unable to resist, and I bring my mouth to one nipple and suck. She groans and pants, squirming against the cupboards as she leans back to allow me more access. I nip and suck, squeezing as I lap her up. Leaving her wet, I move to the other nipple and treat that with the same attention. Her free hand works its way into my hair and she groans.
