Stone pulls me closer to his body, and his leg lands around my waist to cover my bare lower body. I don’t feel vulnerable that I’m the one half naked. We lie there with our arms entwined for a few moments in silence.
But it only makes me ponder a lot of thoughts floating inside my head.
I can’t take it.
“Your shirt. It has to go,” I request with a firmness in my tone. I’m in control of this evening, aren’t I?
Stone’s eyes widen and again he examines my sincerity. I’m about to scream that he doesn’t need to check every other minute, but he gets the hint when we’re in a stare-off and I don’t give up.
His eyes are just as daring as mine, but he obeys and sits up to take his shirt off.
“Jeans too,” I add.
Stone shakes his head, charmed by my insistence. He listens and follows through, stripping down to his boxer briefs while I peel my shirt up and off, leaving my bra on, and I’m not sure why.
His body is defined, and the small tattoo of hockey sticks on his chest just one-ups the sexy factor. I’ve seen it before, but it’s even better when he’s nearly naked.
I don’t waste time and sit up to splay my hands along his chest then travel down. I watch my fingers trace the lines of his warm body, and again, that beating inside of me nearly drowns my ears as emotions coil between my ribs.
Please don’t ruin this, I pray to myself and close my eyes in a long blink.
Stone watches as I skim along his skin until I grip his length through his boxer briefs, and he groans from the touch. He feels large and ready. Most of all, I just can’t get over this demand within to have him inside me. I sneak my hand into his boxers to wrap around his cock, and our foreheads touch as we both soak in the feeling of my touch on him.
“Damn it, I’m not sure how long I’m going to last waiting,” he mutters.
“You don’t have to wait. Please,” I whisper a plea as I encourage him to take every scrap of clothing off, which he does in a flash.
He sighs. “You don’t want to know the thoughts in my head, Harlow. You’ll only run.” There is something underlying, and I can only imagine it’s fantasies that would make my legs buckle until I’m on my knees to obey whatever he demands. He sounds nearly sinister, but it just pools more desire between my thighs.
Stone isn’t an innocent man. I have a sixth sense when someone is anything but vanilla in the bedroom. He would be rough and fast. He knows exactly what he wants. Stone leads the way with dark eyes to possess you, I can see it already.
Yet right now, he’s giving it all up for this moment with me.
“Sit on me, Harlow. Straddle me and stay on top,” he instructs as he reaches over to the bedside table to grab a condom.
With me sitting on top, I feel like I’m about to explode. It happens, my worst fear. The underlying fear, and an image flashes in my head that makes me freeze. Then warmth and calm slides down my spine. That’s new. I glance down to see that Stone and I are wrapped around one another.
I breathe a deep breath.
“Harlow, you have to tell me if you wan?—”
My finger flies up to hush his mouth. “Don’t say it.”
Stone’s hands quickly land on my cheeks to hold my head in place. “Listen to me, you’re in control. We don’t have to do anything. And if you want, bite my shoulder if you need to, squeeze my body tight, just don’t worry about disappointing me.”
That’s the last thing I want to do.
“I want this now, please.” I’m getting aggravated by his insistence to check in.
It only makes him smirk yet again, right before he rips open the condom wrapper and sheathes himself.
Then it happens. I feel him align himself along my opening and the tip of his length slides along my wetness, flicking my clit and wanting more.
My head falls to his shoulder, and I close my eyes with my mouth firmly tucked into the curve of his neck.
The moment he enters me, emotion nearly takes over me.
“Fuck,” Stone breathes. “You feel too good. Tight, and I’m trying to take you slowly, but you fit snug around my cock.” He tips his body up to hit me deep.
