He pulled his T-shirt off and I bit my lip, leaning forward to kiss him, and taking in his scent.
“Did you just sniff me?”
I grinned. “Yes, yes, I did. You smell delicious.”
His chest was muscular and hairless, and covered with tattoos. He was stunning.
“You sniffed me the first night we met, didn’t you? Don’t lie.”
I chuckled. “Pleading the fifth.”
He kissed me, sliding my robe off, and stroking my pulse. “If you need or want to stop, we’ll stop, okay?”
I nodded, licking my lips.
“I love you.”
I slid my hands up his chest. “I love you, too.”
He kissed me gently but deeply as he slipped my bra straps from my shoulders, then unhooked it and tugged it off. Cupping my breasts, he ran his thumbs over my nipples, and I shivered. His hands were rough and big, and they felt so good on my sensitive skin.
“Fucking perfect, baby,” he rasped, drawing one nipple into his mouth, then the other before kneeling before me and pressing his face between my legs. He slid my panties down my thighs, then ran his tongue over my clit and I wove my fingers into his hair.
Standing, he lifted me onto the bed, hovering above me, then kissing his way down my body. His mouth landed on my core and he ran his tongue between my folds, then sucked my clit gently, before slipping a finger inside of me. I arched against his touch and he added a finger, pumping his digits inside of me and moving back up my body to draw a nipple into his mouth, then he bit gently, and the sensations swamped me. His palm slapped against my sensitive mound as he continued to fuck me with his fingers, his mouth doing unbelievably incredible things to my nipples.
“I... I...”
“Come, baby,” he encouraged, and I let go.
Then promptly burst into tears.
“Hey,” he whispered, stretching out beside me and pulling me against him. “Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head. “I... have... never... felt... so...” I couldn’t get the rest out... I was crying too hard.
“I got you, baby,” he whispered, chuckling quietly.
I slid my hands up his back, buried my face in his neck, and just cried. For several minutes. Stoney held me close, stroking my back and letting me break down.
“You need to stop cryin’, baby, ’cause I can’t figure out if this was good or bad for you.”
I sniffed. “It was good. It was way too good. I’ve never had it that good.”
He smiled, rolling me onto my back and kissing me gently. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”
“I’m snotty.”
“You’re still gorgeous.”
“You’re supposed to tell me I’m not snotty.”
“But you are,” he retorted. “You’re also gorgeous.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Rude.”
He chuckled. “Come on, baby, let’s go eat.”
“Um, no, we’re not done.” I grabbed the waistband of his jeans and pulled him back to me. “Get naked.”
