Page 78 of Stella
I give him a look. “Try me.”
“If I fuck you like I want to, beautiful, I’ll be shooting my load in two seconds.”
“Such a romantic,” I breathe.
He moves a little quicker, and I melt just a little more under his heated touch. He’s fucking perfect. A god. A man who camehere to blow me off, and now we’re fucking like our lives depend on it. Fine, I let my guard down, but how could I not?
This man owns a part of me that even I don’t understand.
I squeeze him and he groans. Moving his hands from the bed, he cups my tits, molding them together as he plucks my nipples. My back arches off the bed.
“That,” I stammer. “That right there.”
Cale bobs his head, moving his mouth over one breast to suckle my nipple. The overload ripples right through me, and I feel my orgasm building as Cale works his hips back and forth. It’s too much. It’s so good. I grip his hair in my hands and whisper; “I’m gonna come.”
He raises his eyes to meet mine, “Eyes on me, I need to see you.”
I move my hands, gripping his ass as he speeds up just a little. I know he’s not giving it his all, and I plan to rectify that, but right now, all I can do is hang on tight as I start to spasm. The orgasm hits me like nothing I’ve ever experienced. The fullness, the way he’s stretching me, and his slow but hard thrusts are hitting me everywhere.
I bite down on my lip as I spiral out of control, my hips lifting to meet his, the pain of my tattoo long gone as I come for the first time while having sex. It’s pleasure like I’ve never known, and I can’t get enough of him.
“Cale!” I cry. “Oh, god, yes,yes!” It feels like I’m floating, like maybe I leave my body for a few moments, it’s that intense.
He works that ass like a pro, giving me what I want until I relax my grip on his butt. He’ll have some nice fingernail marks tomorrow, but that’s the least of my concern.
I watch in awe as he presses his full weight on me, his lips finding mine as he encases me, his hips still moving faster and faster and we’re caught up in a frenzy. Nope, Cale doesn’t let up, and before I know it, I’m having my next orgasm in underthirty seconds. It may have something to do with the way his hips piston at exactly the right angle and pace, or how he seems to own my body from just reading me and knowing what I want. Of course, this man has had a shit ton of experience — not that I want to think about him with another woman, orwomen.Clearly he had a life before I came along, but he’s not the only one who is jealous and possessive.
“You okay?” he grits.
I smile up at him, my cheeks feel flamed as I drink him in. “I’m good. Better than good.”
“I’m barely holding on here,” he mutters into my neck. “You feel so damn good.”
“I want you to come, too,” I whisper.
He kisses my pulse. “Oh, I will, baby, but if I don’t slow it down, it’ll be embarrassing how fast that’ll happen.”
“So?” I throw back. “I can’t see myself sleeping tonight, so we’ve got time to practice, and you know what they say about practicing makes perfect.”
“Ouch, that’s a hit to my ego.”
I laugh as he pulls out, already missing the closeness. “I meant me, obviously, not you. Everything you’re doing is amazing.”
He pecks me on the lips chastely. “Ride me.”
My eyes grow wide as he crawls up the bed to rest against my pillows. Seeing his butt as he rolls himself over makes my skin even more flushed. I give him a cocky grin. “Is that a request or an order?”
He snickers. “Both.”
I crawl into his lap as he sits up, his hands cupping my face as his dick bobs between us. His hands are on my ass as our mouths devour each other. “You feel so good, I want more of that,” I murmur.
“I didn’t hurt you?”
“It was a good pain,” I say in between kisses. “I mean, I’ll be feeling it tomorrow, but your dick is spectacular.”
“How would you know?” he mutters against my lips. “You’ve never had any before.”
“Just because I haven’t had any, doesn’t mean I don’t know big and thick when I see it.” I reach between his legs and grip him as he hisses. “What’s up,Detective?You’re not worried about little old me, are you?”
