And we both stared at each other, my thighs clenched, while I tried to decode how I felt. Physically, mentally, and emotionally.
I was confused and empty and freezing without him.
I was angry. Lost. Disheveled. I was all things and nothing.
Stone’s voice cut through the silence first. “Are you all right?”
“No,” I whispered. A sad sigh escaped me, and my fists clenched, my nails piercing my palm again. “After you, I don’t think I’ll ever be okay again.”
He could have mistaken these words for anything other than what I’d actually meant. And for that, good.
“Please come here,” Stone whispered, his lips swollen apple-red as he stared at me. Blood streaked across his torso and thighs. His face was stained too, but the cut under his eye from when I struck him was no longer bleeding.
I walked on wobbly feet to him, stopping between his spread thighs.
“I hurt you,” he said, gazing up at me, brushing his knuckles across the back of my hand. I looked down, and that was when I felt fresh, warm blood sliding down the inside of my legs. When I looked back at Stone, his gaze raked my inner thigh, following the blood trail.
He grabbed the back of my thighs and pulled me to stand between his knees. There was no time to think. No time to react. His lips fell open, his head tilted back, his tongue darted out, sliding leisurely through my slit.
The instant shock caused me to jump back from his mouth.
My mind went numb. My eyes were wide, my hands trembling.
I studied his blank expression.
“No,” Stone insisted. My heart slammed, insecurity spiraling out of control as he dragged me to stand closer, between his knees, trapping me in this spot.
Even though I’d never had anyone go down on me before, I didn’t think this was what Stone’s intentions were. I’d seen this side of him back when he’d withdrawn my splinter from my finger in such a raw, blunt way. Stone was part wild, animal-like, and all he wanted was to lick the bleeding.
I tried to breathe and remain calm, but then he grabbed behind my knee, lifted my leg, and planted my foot high on the arm of the chair. I fell forward, catching his shoulders for balance, and a cool draft coasted across my spread pussy that was close to his face.
The act was innocent for him but erotic and heady for me.
Every hair raised across my body. “Stone, it’s okay. You don’t have to,” I whispered, but then he was smoothing one palm up the inside of my thigh, dragging his hot tongue across the inside of the other, licking the blood away.
I squeezed my eyes shut to find bravery. Then I opened them again, feeling him grab underneath me, fingers squeezing my ass and his thumbs hooking around both sides of my pussy from behind. Then he sank his thumbs into my slit and spread my lips apart. The cold air hissed across my core while Stone stared, watching as his thumbs slid down the slick edges to my opening. He then stretched me open, drawing circles, watching me glisten as he gently massaged the hole my blood was coming from.
“Oh my god,” I breathed, unable to believe this was happening.
His lips parted, his hooded eyes dilated as his gaze raped my bare pussy.
Then his eyes sailed up to my face.
He guided me closer, dropped his head back, and pressed his warm lips against my opening before grinding his tongue inside.
With a sigh soaked in bliss, I sank into his mouth, twirling my fingers through his white hair to keep me upright. Stone’s thumbs held me, keeping me spread, dragging a tongue inside me and kissing the rim, soothing the sting.
“Oh my god,” I cried again just when he moaned, a deep vibration buzzing through me. A warm whisper.
I dug my teeth into my lip and locked eyes with him.
He licked me deeply. From bottom to top. A slow drag across sore pink flesh until his tongue raked my clit. I threw my head back, digging my nails into his shoulders, an orgasm crying inside me.
Mercy, mercy, my heart screamed, going pale from all of the hot and heavy blood pooling to my core. And when Stone’s tongue slid back down and curled into my opening, I almost died.
“Stone,” I moaned, raking my nails up the nape of his neck and through his damp hair. His head fell back into my palm, and his mouth and nose dragged up and down through my slit. I whimpered from the softness that had become him. Wet, delicate strokes. Threads of gentle secrecy.
My legs shook, but he held me together in his hands as he watched me from below. The sensation was so intense that I tried to wiggle out of his grasp. But each time I moved, he gripped me harder and licked me deeper with his bared teeth scraping my clit.
