“You’re the devil,” he breathed out. “It’s taking everything I have not to explode all over you right now.”
I continued to roll my hips, this time more desperately, feeling all his ridges glide across my sex. My clit was a heartbeat, begging for more friction, so I was grinding more intensely. A feather-like moan left my lips.
His eyes fell hazy. His breath cut short. His fingers sank into my flesh as he came. His climax spilled out, seeping down his cock and over my pussy. I didn’t stop and continued to grind against him as he twitched and pulsed. Stone watched me slide up and down his cum-soaked cock, chest heaving, muscles straining, abs flexing, mouth falling apart until he was completely emptied.
Eyes hungry, he grabbed the nape of my neck and kissed me once.
Twice.
Three times.
“We’re perfect,” he whispered into my mouth, and it suddenly made me tear up. I didn’t know if it was what he’d said or how he’d said it. I didn’t know, but all I could think about were our scars. His that were on the outside, mine on the inside.
Buthe referred to himself as perfect, my heart screamed.
This was the moment, I believe, Stone fell in love with himself, too.
His arm snaked around me, and he turned, throwing me on my back.
He yanked me to the edge of the mattress, staring up at me with dilated eyes as he lowered to one knee. My leg was lifted and wrapped around his shoulder, and as soon as I felt his lips on the inside of my thigh, my head dropped back. He kissed both sides of me, then spread my lips apart with two fingers and dragged his tongue up my soaked flesh.
My body shivered, my mouth fell open. Half moan, half sigh.
I lifted up on my elbows just when he licked me again.
“Oh my god, Stone,” came out in a ragged breath.
His eyes sailed up to mine, and he smiled against my pussy.
It made me melt, and I was on my back again, his tongue sliding over my clit, slowly, repeatedly, again and again, over and over. A climax was climbing, and he took me into his mouth. “Stone, please,” I cried, fisting his hair.
“Please, what?” he asked, looking up at me.
“I want you inside me.”
Stone flashed a cunning smile. “Don’t worry, darling, I’m going to fuck you.” Then his tongue pressed into my flesh, dragged up the length of me, and then he wrapped his perfect fucking lips around my clit. His fingertip sailed down to my opening, and he teased it at the same time his tongue was scraping my clit. He did this until an orgasm stole me and owned me.
Stone’s mouth turned gentle, and he licked me softly as I came down from the orgasm, pressing kisses onto the insides of my thighs.
He lifted me off the mattress until he was sitting on the edge of it and I was straddling him. I kissed him and tasted myself on his lips as I grabbed his cock. When I lifted myself up on one knee to align us, Stone leaned back on his hands, his chest heaving in anticipation. Our eyes locked.
Then slowly, so that I could feel everything, I slid his thick head inside me, sensations and chills tearing through my body. His gaze lowered, his expression falling, brows slanted, mouth parting as he watched my wet pussy sink over his cock until he was deep inside me and stretching me fully.
When his eyes met mine again, they were wild.
Hating the distance, he sat up until my breasts collided with his chest and wrapped my legs around his waist. He grabbed my hands next, warpping them around his neck. He held my head while his other hand slithered down my spine until he was fisting my ass, guiding me to grind over his cock. “We feel so good,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to mine.
“And how does it feel to be here with me, right now, at this very moment, married?” I asked him, squeezing his cock with a slow, sensual roll of my hips. My clit scraped along his pelvis, and an explosion of warm tingles flared. I whimpered, his hand on my ass guiding me to keep grinding.
“My god, Adora,” he said upon a moan, moving my hair to one side so he could watch what I was doing. My pace picked up, all the blood rushing to my clit, and my legs started to shake from the pleasure. Stone looked up at me. “I am unable to think...” He breathed heavily. “What was the question?”
I laughed. “I said ... how does it feel to be here with me, right now, at this very moment, you and me, married?”
He slid his palm up my side, another breathy moan leaving him. “It feels like ...” A dark gaze drifted between my eyes. “It feels like I’m in the right place ... at the right time ... for the second time in my life.”
I raised a brow, slamming my pussy down on him. “When was the first?”
Stone grinned and grabbed my jaw.
