Page 5 of Stone
Tonight was special. Tonight would carry me through the long nights without him.
I’d dreamt about this very moment for so long. I was eighteen, no longer a little girl, and completely ready to become a woman.
With another dart of his lust-filled eyes, he lowered his head, immediately taking my lace-covered nipple into his mouth.
As he sucked and swirled his tongue back and forth, I cradled his head in my hands. Very slowly I tilted my head, allowing the electric vibrations to sweep through me like a tidal wave. “Oh, Stone.”
His growl sent flutters into my stomach. “I love hearing the way you say my name, Dani. I can’t wait until you scream it when I slide my tongue into your sweet pussy.”
Hearing his dirty talk kept me tingling all over. I ripped at his shirt as he reached behind my back, quickly unfastening my bra. His chest rose and fell as he pulled the lace away. The look on his face was carnal, predatory, and I’d never been so aroused in my life.
With my breath hitching, I yanked on his shirt, laughing nervously as I pulled it up his chest. Even his laugh was entirely different as he pushed my hand away, yanking the material from his back collar.
My mouth watered from seeing his chest in the sparkling light. God, he was so attractive, every muscle chiseled, his six-pack abs utter perfection. He worked out and had been a star football player at Virginia Tech. The whole package, brains and brawn.
I could sense his extreme hunger rivaling mine. He licked his lips in appreciation as he cupped my breasts again. Every actionwas gentle while I wanted to scream at him to be rough with me. I just didn’t care. I needed him inside filling me. Once again, he lowered his head, licking and sucking one nipple then the other.
Lightheaded, I dared rub my hand across his groin. He was thick and throbbing, so large that I could barely fit my hand around the wide girth.
Lights flickered in my eyes as he shoved my skirt up. The moment he fingered my thigh, I opened my legs wider. The scent of my desire wafted between us.
“You like my cock?” he asked, his voice almost desperate with the same raging desire I felt.
“Yes.” What wasn’t there to like? He was huge.
“I can’t wait to fill your sweet pussy with every inch of it.”
I loved hearing him talk like that, every word he uttered making me crazed. I squeezed his shaft and he lifted his head, allowing me to hear his appreciation of what I was doing.
“Fuck, baby. You’re driving me nuts.” When he crawled his fingers between my legs, I issued an audible shudder.
His nostrils flared as he traced my pussy through the thin lace of my thong. I’d been daring when I’d dressed, knowing this was the last night we’d have together. He swore under his breath and slipped his fingers under the elastic, fingering my clit.
An instant moan turned into a series of scattered whimpers.
Stone worked my clit as I continued stroking him. There was such an intensity about how he was watching me, his upper lip curled and his chest continued to heave. As he flicked his fingerback and forth across my sensitive nub, every muscle in my body coiled in delicious anticipation.
“Please. I need you.” My voice was barely recognizable.
He scooted back on the seat of his truck, jerking me forward before laying me down on the soft upholstery. When he lifted my legs, bending my knees, I was suddenly embarrassed. The heat rushing to my face was startling. I closed my eyes, moaning as he slowly guided my thong past my hips.
Everything he did was sensual including the way he brought the lace to his mouth and nose, inhaling while uttering another deep, demanding growl. With a smile on his face, he rubbed his hand between my legs as he’d done before, taking his time to swirl his thumb back and forth across my clit.
Goosebumps appeared floating across my arms and I had my toes pointing in my shoes as my nerves began to take a toll.
When he rolled his fingers down my pussy, I turned my head. Every muscle jerked and I bit back a cry. As soon as he slipped two fingers inside, my walls clenched around the thick invasion. The slight burn was something I’d expected and I squirmed as he pumped slowly. His eyes never left mine.
“Shit, you’re so tight, baby. Are you okay?”
“Fine. Don’t stop.” I lifted my pelvis in a wicked invitation. He rolled his thumb around my clit as he added a third finger. The more he touched me, the more the pleasure began to block out the hint of pain. I couldn’t stop shaking and dug my heels into the seat.
He crowded between my legs, hunkering over as he teased me. “I’m going to feast on that pretty pink pussy of yours. Spread your legs wide open for me.”
Shivers tore through me from the sound of his deep, husky voice. I’d never heard him so demanding. After taking a deep breath, I spread my legs, so nervous I folded my arms across my chest.
“No, baby. Drop your arms. I need to see you.” He gathered my legs into his arms and as he lowered his head, his hot breath created a wave of tickling electricity.
Still shaking, I lowered my arms, but kept my hands fisted.
