“I do.” He sucks in a ragged breath. “You are so damn beautiful. And I don’t just mean physically.”
My eyes widen at that. He means… he likes my personality? It’s a little hard to believe him, but it’s even harder not to counter that with the earnestness written across his face.
In the next second, Stellan buries his face in the spacebetween my breasts. I’m not wearing a bra, so I’m bare before him.
“Fuck,” he mutters again, looking at my breasts. My hard pink nipples demand attention. My whole body tingles in anticipation of his mouth on my skin.
“Yes,” I moan. “Touch me. Taste me. You can have all of me.”
He puts his hands on my breasts, pushing them together, licking and kissing them both. My back bows, thrusting my nipples out and pushing my head back. This is too much, the sensations are so pleasurable that I fear for my sanity.
I feel that familiar connection in my body, between my neck and my breasts, my nipples and my pussy. He touches my breasts and I feel it in my pussy, feel my body readying itself, feel myself growing wetter. I roll my hips against his, my mouth opening to release a soft moan.
I need more. This is everything. This moment, these sensations, that passionate expression on his face. But I can’t wait until he’s inside me.
“Stellan...” I whisper. “I need you.Allof you.”
I push eagerly onward, rolling my hips again. Stellan has what I lack. He is going to fuck me, filling a chasm deep inside of me that I never even knew was there with his magnificent cock.
Burying my fingers in the short hair at his nape, I gasp as he kisses me. There’s an impatient moment where he tries to get his shirt off. But as soon as he does I run my hands over his abs and sides, my breath catching as I look at the skin he exposes.
“You’re sohot, ” I marvel.
“I can’t wait anymore.” He groans, looking at me. “It’s not enough,skatter. It’s never enough. I want you naked, wet, and ready for me,” he grits out.
His gaze is direct and scorching. He is a ravenous fire, threatening to burn me alive. And I am the kindling, stacked and ready, welcoming his
spark to my dry tinder. We are so very close to combusting, all we need is a match to light our fire and raze us to the ground.
“I’m ready,” I whisper, tugging on his jeans. “I need you, Stellan. I need you to fuck me.”
He presses his kiss down on me like he’s drowning and I’m the only oxygen in the whole entire world.
I work at the zipper on his jeans, undoing it and then sliding my hands around to his ass. His skin is hot and smooth under my touch. I slip my hands down the strong muscles I find there, pulling him against my body again. I slide his jeans down his hips, kissing him again.
Our tongues dance for several beats, as if we are fighting one another. God, yes.
He frames my breasts with his touch, skating one of his hands down my
ribs, down my belly, to the fine thatch of dark hair that grows between my legs. I close my eyes and moan as his fingers trace the lips of my pussy. It’s all I can do not to spread my legs and beg for him to touch me. I’m like a bitch in heat, out of control, only for him. And I don’t care at all.
I’m shameless and needy and wanting what only he can give me.
In the next second though, he nips at my earlobe and lays me down on the bed.
“Scoot back,” he urges, voice gone to gravel. “Open your legs for me,skatter. Let me see your creamy pussy. Let me see what isminefor the taking.”
Dropping my head and moving a couple of inches further back on the bed, I obey, opening my legs a little.My thighs shake with need and excitement; I can feel myself creaming at the very idea of him tasting me. I moan as his clever fingers find my clit.
“That’s it,” he coaxes, looking down. He puts a little space between our bodies, urging me onto my back. He repositions himself, rubbing his long, hard cock when it pops out of his jeans. “Spread your knees wide for me, skatter. I want to see all of you.”
Feeling a weird combination of shameless and embarrassed, I spread my legs as far as they will go, knowing that he could crush me or reject me.
If he did that right now, I swear I would die. If anybody else saw me like this, so naked and utterly desperate, I would cry. But I look at Stellan and the desire in his ice blue eyes emboldens me.
I want to be wanton with him, to show him how hungry I am for whatever he will give me. I’ve waited for this moment for what feels like forever, so I might as well be brazen right now.
“Looking at you like this, spread out and waiting for me to touch you... it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Stellan puts two fingers in his mouth, then drops those fingers down to massage my clit. I stiffen at his touch. It feels so good and all he’s doing is gently massaging my clit.
