Stone is safe and makes my pulse race in a way that isn’t panic; it’s freeing.
We move closer, my breath picking up, as my nerves are still there, but I don’t care.
He reaches up and slides his hands through my hair to bring my mouth to his for a kiss that’s cementing, lustful yet soft. Warmth floats around us from this electricity that traps us in a current. I close my eyes to sink into the touch of his lips skimming my mouth.
I take this opportunity to circle my arms around his neck because I have an overbearing need to bring our bodies tighter together.
Stone tilts his head back slightly, his eyes dipping down to take in the look on my face where there’s a ghost of a smile. It’s his gaze that has me captivated because his eyes darken with a determined glint that he will do everything I ask, even if he has a far more powerful side that he’s keeping locked up.
He catches me by surprise when without warning he lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist instantly.
“I’m going to lay you on my bed, but you’re going to have to trust me on this,” he tells me softly.
“I do.”
Stone keeps to his word and lays me carefully on the bed, ensuring my head lands on a pillow, then he slithers down my body with his gaze tipped up. I watch every second as my body melts under his touch. The next moment, he’s on his knees working to remove my skirt and tights, which he peels down in a swift tug. Something lodges in my throat that I recognize as eagerness, especially when he parts my legs open.
He kneels down, with our eyes still tied by an imaginary rope, and he begins to kiss slowly up my skin, from my knee to my thigh.
My breath. Why does it grow heavier, and I don’t want it to stop?
“Don’t lie to me, Harlow. The moment you feel we need to?—”
I rise to lean against my propped elbows to get a better view. “Don’t say stop. I need this. I don’t want to stop. Trust me when I say that. I want you.”
He offers me a gentle smirk before he’s back where he left off.
My pussy is throbbing from a desire that’s so damn needy that my hips rock up to encourage him to give me more.
Stone gets the hint, and his tongue darts between my legs, giving me one stroke that already causes me to moan. His tongue maps out where to go, and when he lands on my clit, I’m a wanton woman who writhes and twists because it feels too good.
He flicks the tip of his tongue over my clit before drawing circles, and my eyes slide to the back of my head as I get lost in this fleeting moment. His hand splays below my belly button to keep me down so he has a better canvas to work with.
“Fuck, Harlow, you taste sweet. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.” His voice has a satisfied underlying tone. He may have done this last night, but he is ravishing me as if this is our first time.
My hand comes to my head to check that I’m still on planet earth. “Don’t tell me that, it just makes me more desperate for you to make me come.”
Stone chuckles softly deep in his throat. “That’s kind of the point,” he rasps.
I have to smile to myself at his remark. But it makes me realize that I’m in a light mood that’s taken over my mind and body.
“I-I think…” I begin to stammer. A release begins to barrel down my body, twisting in my pelvis. My only answer at this point is to comb my fingers through Stone’s hair to hold on and keep me safely against the mattress. My moan is a sound I didn’t know I could make; it’s honest. This is by far better than any fantasy that’s been lingering on a loop in my thoughts lately.
He slips a finger Inside of me, and I whimper a pleased sound, enjoying the surprise as he slowly pumps, and my walls tighten around him. I’m in such a frenzy between his tongue and fingers that heat spreads across my skin, a near burning feeling.
“I want you to come on my tongue, Harlow,” Stone murmurs his demand against the apex of my thigh. His slightly stubbled jaw drives me wild again.
The aching of my clit is too much to bear, and then it hits me like a tidal wave, and I vibrate on his tongue just as he requested. He doesn’t leave me just yet and keeps his tongue on my clit until the convulsing fades away and my labored breath begins to calm down.
My heavy eyelids indicate my drowsy and spent state. I’m not complaining, but I need to come down from my orgasm. I smile when Stone studies me to check that he succeeded at his job.
“You’re beautiful,” he informs me as he moves to lie on his side next to me. Stone captures my chin with his finger to tip my mouth up, and he kisses me. I taste the proof of his talents on his lips, and he slips his tongue inside my mouth. I hum a sound in my relaxed moment.
My hand roams down his body to find the button on his jeans, but his hand wraps around my wrist to stop me, and then my eyes shoot fully open with confusion, as I can feel he’s hard as a rock.
“Not now.” His face is light and doesn’t have me worried. “No need to rush.” The feeling of the back of his finger gliding along my cheek is sweet, but I know where his mind really is.
Still, I nod once.
