Page 85 of Stella
“Does it mean I want you any less?” I shake my head. “No, Stella. I still want you, even with that ugly thing on your back.”
“Hey, it’s not ugly!”
“It looked better with my cum all over it,” I mutter.
“Of course you’d say that.”
I begin to rub the ointment on her, and she bristles. “Is it sore?”
She shakes her head. “No. That happens all the time when you touch me…”
“You bristle?”
“No, I shudder, there’s a difference.”
I smile to myself. I think I could get used to making her shudder all the time, not just once…
I roll onto my side, taking in her perfect body, my eyes landing on her tits. I skate a hand across her stomach, amusedat how I can touch her and she’s so deep in her sleep that she doesn’t notice. The only telltale sign that she’s affected is the way goosebumps rise on her skin as I skate my hand across. Not being able to help myself, I lower my head and suckle softly on her erect nipple. I’m an asshole, but it’s just too tempting.
I don’t pull or tug hard like I did last night; my final hoorah before we fell asleep was coming all over these perfect tits. I had to one up coming over her tattoo, and now that goal is accomplished, I can move onto just appreciating her.
She moans as she stirs again, her eyes still closed as I move to her other nipple. I suckle that one too, enjoying the fullness of her tit as I skate my hand south to cup her mound. Such a pretty, perfect pussy, and it’s all mine. Making sure I pay her body special attention isn’t just a privilege, it feels like a goddamn neverending expedition. And I’m here for it. I’m here for whatever she wants.
My middle finger can feel how slick she is in her sleep, and my dick hardens as I know what I need to do to wake my princess up. I know she’s sore, so fucking her again would be a little caveman-like, even though I want to. I kiss her from her rib cage all the way down to the apex of her thighs. Moving between her legs, as silently as I can without waking her, I blow on her pussy. She makes a cute sound as I do it again, marveling at how fucking hot she is, even innocently asleep. But I have to have her on my tongue one more time before I get going. I already left my dog all night, and Calli will be pissed. She was fed, and she has water and dry food, but that isn’t the point. I’ll get some cold treatment, but that’s to be expected.
I trail my tongue through her slick heat as her legs fall open all by themselves. I chuckle to myself; even in her slumber she’s affected by me. It not only gives my ego a huge boost, but my dick is so fucking painfully hard. You wouldn’t think I came so many times last night, or I’d have anything left in my balls, butapparently Stella is the woman to revive my entire body in the space of a few hours.
I brush her clit with the end of my tongue, and she moans. Glancing up as I slowly tease her clit, her legs start to shake a little. I pin them back gently, not really caring if she closes them around my head. I’d love to be stuck here for all of eternity, pleasing her and getting myself off just by touching her.
Like a fucking dog with a bone, I rub my cock against the mattress because this is what she does to me. She makes me so feral and needy, even though I had my fill of her all night until the wee hours of morning. I’m dry humping the bed because I don’t want to hurt her pussy anymore than it already is after I ravaged her over and over last night.
“Cale,” she whispers.
I glance up expecting to see her eyes meeting mine, but they’re still closed. Her eyebrows are knitted together as her lips twitch, and it only spurs me on. I want to make her come in her sleep. Having her wake up to me between her legs seems like a good plan, and when I toy between suckling, licking and prodding with my tongue, I feel the shift in her body as her back rises off the bed.
“Oh,” she whimpers.
I badly want to finger fuck her, but I refrain. If she’s already sore, then I won’t be adding to that because her first time isn’t meant to leave her from walking for the next few days. This is enough for me. Seeing her pleasure and her flushing skin is enough.
I lick over and over, pressing my tongue flat against her bundle of nerves, and her hands reach to my hair. She presses my head down, and I don’t let up.
“Fuck, fuck,fuck!” She comes on my tongue, and when I look up at her, big hazel eyes stare down at me in wonder. “Holy shit, Cale.”
I grin. “Morning.”
“Thought you’d wake me up, death by pussy?” She’s still trying to gain friction as I hover right above her sweet flesh.
“Your body turned me on,” I say truthfully. “I thought it might be a nice way to wake you up.”
“Nice?” She snorts. “Nothing about you is nice.”
“That isn’t true,” I say.
“In the bedroom,” she clarifies. “Nothing you do in the bedroom hasnice boywritten all over it.”
I grin slyly as I go back in, ready to taste her again, my eyes not leaving hers. I bury my face in her pussy as she comes again quickly, begging me to insert my fingers.
“I was worried you’d be too sore,” I mumble.
