“No, as in, you don’t want this, or no, as in don’t stop?”
The wait for her answer seems like an eternity.
“Stone. No, as in don’t stop.”
Thank fuck!
I open my mouth to speak, but she reaches up with a finger to my lips, then takes me by the hand and leads me down the hallway to her bedroom.
CHAPTER 13
DESIRAE
Leading Stone to my bedroom feels so right. I still have hold of his hand as I walk to my bedside and turn on the small lamp on the nightstand, bathing the room in a soft glow. The man who I stood toe-to-toe with when I barged into his office in West Palm that day is here in my bedroom, looking like he wants to devour me. And I want him to. I want to put everything else out of my mind. The possibility of losing my building, the worry about whether I can trust him with my business and with my heart. I don’t want to think about all that right now, I just want to feel. And he’s the perfect man for that job. Tall, dark, and handsome, sexy beyond words, and a scent that’s masculine and just him.
I want to explore every inch of him and I want him to see every bit of me. I know my body, what it needs, what it likes, and right now that is Stone Anginelli. No self exploration for me tonight. I’m going to give myself to Stone and let him take whatever he wants.
Stone is still holding my hand. With the other, he strokes my cheek, which causes me to look up into his eyes. I see the want there, the need, and the desire—desire for me. It feels good, knowing that he finds me attractive, knowing that he wants me. I say a quick silent prayer, thanking the underwear gods that I chose wisely today. I love wearing sexy lingerie, even if it’s just for me at home, and I can’t wait for him to see what I’m wearing under these sweats.
I turn my cheek toward his hand, relishing the stroking of my face, anticipating what’s to come. I place a kiss on his palm, my insides tingling at the sensation of my lips on his rough skin. It’s actually a turn-on that his hand isn’t too smooth. It’s rough and rugged, the hand of a man who’s not afraid of hard work, despite being the owner of a billion dollar company.
A groan emanates from his throat. “Des, I’m going crazy. Crazy with wanting you.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
With that, I turn my back to him, moving up against him and tilting my neck up to him to nuzzle. He pulls me into him, grinding into me as he nibbles my neck, then wrapping his arms around me to cup my breasts.
As his hands find the lace of my bra, my back involuntarily arches and a moan escapes my lips. I turn to face him, breaking our contact so I can remove the barriers between us.
With his eyes on me, I pull my shirt up over my head and toss it aside, then pull down and step out of my sweats, revealing a champagne color deep plunge lacey bra with a second top strap that stretches across mybreasts revealing a swath of bare skin, accentuating the roundness and fullness of my breasts. I’m also wearing matching boy shorts made of lace and mesh. His reaction is instantaneous—I see it in the dilation of his pupils and the movement of his throat as he swallows.
I unbutton his dress shirt as quickly as I can, reaching up to open it wide and push it off of his broad shoulders, revealing the most gorgeous man chest I’ve ever seen. My hands have a will of their own as I run my palms over his pecs, down his abs, and to his waist, unfastening his belt and slacks in record time.
He stands motionless, letting me take the lead. Not because he’s subordinate, I don’t believe that for a second. He’s considerate, and thinking of my needs. He confirms it when he says, “Tell me what you want, what you need.”
I whisper. “First, I want you to know I take my health and well-being seriously. I’m on the pill and I see my doctor regularly.”
“Thank you for telling me that. My last check-up showed no issues. I haven’t been with anyone since then and I always use a condom. I have one with me.” He smiles. “Prepared like a boy scout.”
“Something tells me you’re not a boy scout.”
He winks. “Only if you want me to be.”
He steps out of his pants, then pulls out his wallet, removing a condom, before tossing the pants on a nearby chair.
I take the condom from him and place it on the nightstand, then grab his hand, leading him to the bed. Before lying back, I grab a pillow, placing it under myhips for maximum comfort, then pull him down to settle between my thighs.
Instead of telling him with words, I guide his hands to show him my pleasure points. I place one of his hands on my breast, moving it until he instinctively takes over, rubbing and tweaking my nipple through the lace, and with the other I take his middle finger, inserting it inside my panties and placing it between my folds. He takes over stroking me, his finger matching the rhythm I set with my hips. The slickness that immediately ensues and the tingling and tightening of my nipple encourage him to continue. My head falls back and I close my eyes, getting lost in the sensations, as a moan escapes my lips.
I can feel Stone’s erection against my thigh, and it appears he’s enjoying this as much as I am. Without prompting, he adds another finger to his stroking, and alternates the rubbing on either side of my clit. I’m dripping wet now, and the tingling down there is growing warmer and more intense by the second. Just as I’m about to beg him to replace his fingers with his tongue, he lets out a guttural moan. “Des, you smell and feel so sweet. I want to taste you so fucking badly.”
“Please,” I beg, finding his head and curling my fingers in his hair.
He removes his hand from my breast, inching his body downward until he’s settled between my thighs. Using both hands, he peels off my underwear, then cradles my thighs before burying his face in my mound and mimicking the previous movement of his fingers with his tongue. I remove my hands from his hair and grab my breasts, pinching my nipples, reveling in thesensations as both my nipples and my clit radiate heat and harden into nubs. My pleasure heightens, rising higher and higher, as I reach the peak. My entire body is infused with warmth and convulses, as an orgasm slams into me with so much intensity I’m gasping for breath.
“Stone—please—I need you—now.”
I barely register what’s happening as he grabs the condom and rolls it on, before sinking into me as deeply as he can. I open my eyes to find him hovering over me, looking at me with the tenderest expression I’ve ever seen. Of their own volition my hips start moving again in a gentle rhythm in sync with Stone. His arms are braced on either side of me so that his weight is not on my chest, and he lowers his mouth to mine, his tongue demanding I open up for him. Once inside, it dances with mine, mimicking the same rhythm as his cock. My pleasure builds again as Stone makes one final thrust, then releases into the condom with a roar, which causes my insides to pulse in tune to the beating of my heart, as ripples of pleasure radiate from my pussy like waves. Tears of joy form in my eyes as Stone turns onto his side and positions me in front of him, wrapping his body around me and snuggling close.
