Her lips brush mine as she speaks. “I feel… safe with you.”
That sentence nearly breaks me.
Because it’s not just desire anymore.
It’s need. It’s trust. It’s the kind of thing that makes men like me ruin their own lives.
I close my eyes and inhale her. “I’ll always keep you safe.”
Stella’s voice is a whisper. “Promise?”
My eyes snap open.
She’s watching me—soft, brave, completely serious.
I swallow hard. “Always.”
Her throat bobs as she swallows too. Then she leans in and kisses me again, gentle, like she’s making a promise back. I can’t stop kissing her, and then I do something I probably shouldn’t. I pick her up in one swift motion and carry her to the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind us.
I deposit her on the bed as I rip off my shirt. She licks her lips, and it doesn’t something to me. Like sets my soul on fire. I’m burning red-hot for her, and she just stares up at me with this innocence that almost makes me stop.
Almost.
She sits up straighter, maybe she notices my hesitation, but she slowly removes her clothing. And I just fucking watch her. In awe. Unable to do anything but stare.
“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her, my body hardening instantly.
She’s standing in front of me in nothing but her white cotton bra and panties, and I nearly choke at how perfect she looks. Like an angel.
“Come here,” I tell her, watching as she follows my directions so well. I kiss her, tenderly and softly, letting her body press against mine.
We move in tandem, falling to the bed together. I move over top of her, wanting to taste every fucking inch of her. I’m so turned on, and the thought of being inside her nearly has me blowing my load before I’ve even gotten started.
I trail kisses from her jaw, down the column of her throat, and across her collarbone. She rummages her fingers through my hair, wrapping her legs around my waist. I keep kissing, exploring as I remove her bra.
Her tits fit perfectly in the palm of my hand. They fit even better in my mouth. I suck her pert nipple in between my teeth, eliciting a moan from her. “Jack,” she breathes, and I nearly combust at the sound of her voice. Her bedroom voice.
It does something to me I’m not prepared for. Like I’m ready to declare my love for her right here and now.
“Stella, I…” I damn near do, until I reel it in, remembering this isn’t the time. I don’t want to scare her away. But I want her to know she’s mine now. “You’re mine,” I whisper as my cock lengthens between us.
She sucks in a breath. “I’m yours.”
I move down her body, pressing kisses as I go. I settle between her legs, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of her cotton panties. I slide them down her legs, and marvel at the sight before me. Her virgin pussy.
All mine.
I drag my tongue through her wetness, savoring her flavor. “Mine,” I grunt out, unable to utter any other words apparently.
Her fingers fly through my hair, her body responding to my touch. “Ah, Jack,” she moans out, long and slow. “Are you sure?”
I glance up at her, our eyes connecting. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” I resume, sucking her clit in between my lips. I keep working her, letting my tongue drag and press in all the right spots.
I use my fingers, making sure to apply just enough pressure on her clit to watch her go off like Fourth of July fireworks. “Oh, Jack… I’m coming,” she calls out and pride swells deep in my chest.
When her body’s calmed a bit, I stroke my cock, moving back up her body. I kiss her, letting her taste herself on my tongue. “That was mesmerizing.”
She smiles, shyly, her cheeks turning pink. “I’ve never had anyone take care of me like that before.”
