It’s not what I wanted; I would have loved to dive headfirst into this with her. But I do get where her mind is going with this, learn to navigate your relationship separately before thrusting yourself into a situation that isn’t easy to leave if it gets to that—not that leaving again would happen.
We have two weekends of the month going back and forth between her apartment and mine.
We shop, run errands, and cook meals together—stealing kisses as we stir pasta sauce. Don’t tell Ansel, she’d probably never use that counter again, but I sat Stella right there and devoured her like it was my last meal.
Two weekends a month, we play house, experience what it would be like to be married, and intertwine our lives. She falls asleep wrapped in my arms, and I watch her sleep, admiring the way her face relaxes—and plump lips spread open ever so slightly as she sleeps.
Honestly, it’s utter perfection. This, her and me, this is what my dreams are made of. I start to drift off to sleep, but feel Stella’s body turn. She wedges her ass right into my lap, barely moving her hips, her panties brushing against my boxers as she grinds herself into my cock. I can feel myself start to stiffen as she works her hips a little faster, and a soft moan escapes her lips.
Shit. She’s dreaming, and it’s definitely not innocent. Do I wake her? God, I don’t want to embarrass her. But I’m not sure how much longer I can pretend I’m not losing my mind here.
I wrap my arms around her tighter and press a kiss to her neck, soft and coaxing. “Stella, baby… I think you’re dreaming. I need you to wake up.”
It takes a few tries, but finally, her eyes flutter open, wild, dark, and filled with something I can’t name. She stares at me like she’s seeing me for the first time, and then, without warning, she pins me down, all fire and possession.
There’s no coming back from this. Not for me. My cock is fucking throbbing now. This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced. She leans down, her raven-colored hair falling like a veil around us, her lips crashing into mine, desperate and hungry. Her taste floods me, sweet and sharp, like I’ve been starving for her.
“Baby, please tell me you’re awake,” I murmur against her mouth, just before her tongue finds mine. Her hands are still holding me down, her pussy rubbing against my cock, barely any fabric between us, and fuck, I can feel how drenched she is through my boxers. The heat of her thighs sears into me, every roll of her hips setting the bed to a soft, traitorous creak.
“I’m awake, Donovan. And I want you—right now,” she whispers, her voice wicked in my ear, sending a full-body shiver down my spine. Her breath fans hot against my skin, making me shudder.
She lifts herself off me, trailing kisses down my chest as she pulls my boxers off like she’s unwrapping a gift she’s been waiting for. Where the fuck did this side of her come from? Not that I’m complaining one fucking bit.
She stands at the foot of the bed, her eyes alive with mischief and a hunger I’ve never seen in her before.
“Don’t move a muscle,” she teases, her gaze flicking to my cock twitching in anticipation.
She disappears for a moment, and when she returns, I’m still lying exactly where she left me, cock hard, body straining, waiting for her. “Mmm, you listen so well, baby,” she moans, climbing back onto my lap and setting my neckties beside her like a threat. The praise hits me like fire, making my cock throb even harder.
She rocks her hips, her soaked panties dragging along the head of my cock, slow and deliberate, like she knows exactly whatshe’s doing to me. The friction steals the breath from my lungs, every slick grind pulling a groan straight out of my chest.
Her hands trail up her thighs, over her stomach, cupping her gorgeous tits. She keeps grinding against me, playing with her nipples, rolling them between her fingers, her head tipping back with every flick. Her moans echo through the dark room, raw and desperate, and it’s all I can do not to explode.
“Goddamn it, Stella. You look so fucking sexy sitting on me like this.” I reach up, desperate to touch her, but she freezes, smacking my hands away. “Uh-uh, hands down, Donovan. Don’t make me stop.”
Christ. I didn’t think I could get any harder—until she takes control and leaves me undone.
She leans down, grabs my ties, and presses her body against me as she secures my wrists to the headboard. Tight, commanding. The silk bites into my skin, soft and punishing all at once. Fuck, this is happening. I am completely at the mercy of this fierce, devastating angel on top of me.
She rocks herself back to a sitting position, and we both let out a moan as her clit catches the head of my cock just right.
“God, Donovan… you look so good like this,” she murmurs, fingertips skating over my skin, goosebumps trailing down my body. “Will you listen if I tell you what I want?” “Please, Stella. I’ll be good. I’ll listen to every fucking word.”
She shifts off me, hands wrapping around my cock, working slow strokes up and down. Her grip is firm, her pace torturous. Then I feel it—the heat and wetness of her tongue dragging along the head, licking up the precum I know is spilling out of me.
Her moan vibrates down my length, a low hum that makes my vision blur. She tastes me, licking up my length before teasing me, taking the tip in, then pulling back, flicking her tongue against the head, over and over. Every flick makes my abs tighten, my hands straining against the ties. My hips jerkon instinct, the need to bury myself in her mouth almost unbearable.
But she stops, pulling away with a sharp look.
“Fuck, damn it, Stella, why’d you stop? Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
“I didn’t give you permission to move,” she says, almost daring me. “So you’re going to stay right here, exactly how I want you.”
“Yes ma’am,” I pant, my body screaming for more.
“Good boy,” she purrs, half-teasing, half-testing, but the sound of it has me straining against the ties. Her breath is hot against the tip as she leans in, and then she goes back to sucking just the head of my cock, her hands moving with perfect rhythm. Then, without warning, she takes me deep, her mouth swallowing as much of me as she can until I hear her gag, and fuck, the sound nearly ends me.
“Damn it, Stella… keep gagging on my cock like that and I’m going to come down your pretty little throat.”
