I tore the condom open and suited up. Took myself in hand, teased her folds. A rush of arousal met me, slicking my cock, my hand. "Yes?" I repeated.
"Yes," she repeated. I dragged the head of my cock around her clit. Watched the exact moment when I got it right and her gaze turned cloudy. If I glanced up to study myself in the mirror, I'd find a smug grin staring back at me. "I want—yes."
I brought her knee to my waist, anchored it there. Pressed my hand to the small of her back to keep her steady. Bowed my head to her breast, the one I'd marked and claimed and now planned to conquer. Closed my lips around that bud, licking at first and then sucking. Sucking hard. Slammed into her in one rough, starved motion.
I stayed there a moment, my tongue tracing the round of her nipple and my hips flush against hers, and I remembered it. The feel of her, the overwhelming heat, the orgasm pulsing inside me, the tsunami swell of emotion. I steadied myself just enough to remember this moment because I knew I'd carry it with me all my days.
"Cal," Stella groaned, her nails making half-moons on my skin. "Oh my god, Cal."
I pulled back slowly, dragging my cock from her channel and releasing her nipple with a loud pop. As I moved, I looked down at her belly, at the thatch of dark curls on her mound, at the place where I lingered inside her, where her flesh stretched to accommodate me. I nearly came at the sight of us, thick, wet, throbbing.
But I returned to her nipple, sucking like I wanted to draw the very essence of her out through that tight bud. She whispered to me, a chorus ofohhhhandyesssssandfuuuckandmoreandCal, Cal, Cal. And I thrust, hammering her hard enough to rattle the cabinets and knock my toothbrush to the floor. I wanted more, wanted deeper, wanted her body spasming out of control.
"You are so beautiful," I said, the words faltering as her inner muscles pulsed around me. My hips rolled against hers, fast and demanding. In the periphery, I heard water running, felt droplets on my hand. I didn't stop to connect those sensations to an origin. It could wait. Everything could wait. Everything else in the world could wait while I fucked my woman like I could make her mine if I hit deep enough. My teeth closed around her nipple, biting harder than before and—and then I felt it. The throb of her cunt, the rush of wet and warm. I didn't stop, didn't slow down as her body quaked.
That I'd lasted this long was heroic.
"Please," she whispered. "Please don't stop."
"That's amusing. As if I would." I looked up, ran my scruffy chin over her breast. The ripple and pulse of her inner muscles sent a shiver through my shoulders and a laugh tumbling from my lips. It wasn't funny—it was overwhelming. It was every sensation sparking to life, circuits overloading. "Fuck me, Stella, do that again. Do it again and I'll give you the world, the whole fucking world."
"Me? You do it—oh, fuck, yes—you do it again," she hissed.
I twisted my hand around the band of her bra, using the leverage to work her over my shaft. "This is what you want, isn't it?" I asked, the words ground out through my rigid jaw. "You want me using you, using this cunt any way I please. This is what you came for. Isn't it, sweet thing?"
"Yes, yes, yes," she chanted.
Her words were the red flag and I was the bull, and my release barreled through me with an angry snarl. I wanted to bury my face in her hair, her breasts—but I had to watch. I had to watch while I pumped myself into her, wishing for the first time in my life that we didn't have a thin layer protecting us from each other. Wishing I could mark her cunt the way I'd marked her breast.
A soft, sated grin swept over across her face, popping her dimples, parting her lips. "Yes, yes,yes."
I was spent. Words, thoughts, breath—all of it, gone. I stood there, Stella's legs around my waist and my palm wrapped around her bra, panting into the crook of her neck while my cock pulsed and twitched inside her. Stella said nothing, only smoothed her hand down my back and rubbed her lips over my jaw, my chest, my shoulder.
Goddamn. Just…goddamn.
"Are you all right?" I asked, my lips covering the birthmark under her ear.
"All right? Yeah, that's one way to put it," she laughed. "I knew you were going to murder my vagina."
"I still don't know what that means."
Stella huffed out a laugh, her breath warm on my skin. "It means I'm going to need you to carry me to bed because these legs are not so steady." She glanced between us. "And I'm looking forward to the creaming portion of these games."
"Honey, that happened a couple of minutes ago," I said. "You were busy scratching the shit out of my back and screaming at the ceiling."
"The other creaming," she drawled. "The one where you're gonna use that thick baby lotion on my boob—the one you ate as a midnight snack—and then I'll go full cowgirl on you."
"Is that what's happening?" I asked.
"I mean, I'm here for it," she said. "It would be great if my ass stayed dry for that go-round though. I've experienced far too many instances of ass wetness—and not the fun kind of ass wetness—since meeting you."
For fuck's sake. The waterwasrunning. I must've knocked the faucet at some point, turning it on and bathing her ass. I nudged it off, reached blindly for a towel to dry Stella's backside. "Sorry about that."
"I don't know how you can apologize at a time like this," she replied. "Would it be weird to high five? That would be weird. We shouldn't do it. But that's where I'm at—I want it up high and down low and I want to dump a cooler of Gatorade over your head."
I groped her bra to find the clasp, finally releasing it. Our bodies trapped the lace in place but I was more interested in softening my grip on her. Holding her instead of pounding her, caressing instead of biting. A bed and blankets rather than the bathroom countertop and accidental waterslide.
I held up my hand. She glanced at me, a sparkling smile pulling at her lips, and slapped her palm against mine. "I want to do this again," she said.
