“No, I mean I want you now, Alex.”
“You do? Are you sure?”
“Babe, I’ve never been as sure of anything in my entire life.”
“Shit, you called me ‘babe,’ Stella.”
“You like it too?”
“I love it. Say it again.”
“Babe,” I whisper in his ear as he picks me up and strides to his room.
He sits down on the bed with me straddling him. I look down and wonder what he wants me to do. When he wrapshis arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him, I feel how excited he is. I’m shaking with nervous anticipation. I have no idea what to expect. I’m not worried though; I trust Alex to be the kind of lover that’s caring and gentle when he needs to be.
He leans in and kisses me with so much vigor it makes me dizzy. I kiss him back with equal force, our tongues intertwining. Making sure I don’t fall, he moves his hands down to the hem of his jersey and lifts it up over my head, leaving only the white tank top, but that doesn’t last long either. It’s on the floor before I know it. I reach up and pull his T-shirt from him as well. His chest and stomach are solid and ripped. I run my fingers over his pecs and nipples.
He gasps at my touch. “I’ve wanted your hands on me since the second we met.”
This encourages me to explore all of his peaks and valleys. His abdomen is insane. I count the bumps—eight. Damn, he has an eight-pack. I slide my hands lower to the waistband of his cargo shorts and reach for the button, but he stops me.
“Not yet, Stella. I need to make sure you’re taken care of before I get ready.”
I nod as he slides his hands up to my breasts. He takes his time playing with each nipple, pulling and sliding his fingers back and forth over their pebbled surface. Since I’ve never really tried to pleasure myself, it surprises me what just touching my breasts does to the rest of me. I can feel it everywhere, and it’s better than the last time because now we’re skin to skin. Leaning forward, his chest is against mine. I rub my breasts back and forth over him.
“Damn, that’s hot, Stella.”
He reaches down to unbutton my shorts and pauses before he pulls them down over my hips. He looks into my eyes, making sure I’m okay. I nod.
“Lift your hips.”
I lift up onto my knees so he can pull my shorts and panties down to reveal my secret garden. I giggle aloud.
“What’s so funny, Pixie?”
“Secret garden,” I snicker.
“Secret garden?”
“Yeah, that’s what I decided to call all of my lady parts.” I nod down at myself. “Secret garden was the first thing to pop into my head.”
Alex chuckles. “I believe that ‘secret garden’ is the perfect name for your beautiful pussy, Stella.”
I gasp. He’s such a dirty talker. When he runs his fingers through me, that’s when I know this is getting real.
“You shaved for me.” It’s not a question.
I smile.
“You didn’t need to do that, Pix. I love it natural. But this is nice too. It doesn’t matter what is growing in your, um, secret garden. I’m going to love it. But you’ll like this. You’ll be even more sensitive here.” He cups my mound.
I let out a breathy laugh until he takes a finger and sinks it slowly into my center.
“Oh, God, Alex.”
“You like that?”
I nod furiously. “Uh-huh.”
