“I’m going to fuck so many babies inside you,” I growled.
“You’ve got about three days’worth stored down there,” she snickered, covering her mouth with her lips.
For a moment I just stared at her.
Then I laughed—a rough, helpless sound that escaped before I could stop it.
Only Stella could say something like that with such innocent delight and still look at me as if she had no idea what she’d just done to my self-control.
My hands slid to her waist, pulling her closer until the space between us disappeared completely.
“Careful,” I muttered, my voice rough again.“You keep talking like that and I won’t be responsible for what happens next.”
Her eyes sparkled.
“Oh, I’m counting on it,” she said sweetly.
The room suddenly felt a lot warmer, and the night was just getting started.
I swooped down to kiss her, burning on the inside like never before. Desire surged through me, hot and relentless, tightening every muscle in my body.
All the women who’d come before her flickered through my mind for a moment. Most couldn’t handle my constant focus on sex, my intensity, the way I fixated on the woman I wanted. And the ones who claimed to have a higher libido always ended up cheating sooner or later, chasing novelty instead of connection.
My Stella could handle everything—and more.
She had a steadiness I’d never seen before. A quiet control over her impulses that I’d certainly never possessed at her age.
She met my hunger without flinching.
She moaned softly and pressed her body against mine until I felt the warmth of her softness against my harder frame. That subtle difference between us always pushed me right to the edge. The way she yielded while still holding her ground made something primal stir deep in my chest.
I palmed her ass, pulling her closer, tightening my grip as I angled my head and deepened the kiss.
Her lips moved against mine, soft and eager, while her hands gripped my shoulders. Our tongues moved together at first with urgency, but gradually the pace slowed.
The kiss deepened.
Sensual.
Unhurried.
I forced myself to focus on my breathing, grounding myself before I completely lost control.
By the time I finally released her mouth, we were both breathing hard.
I tugged on the small bow tied at her hip, watching her eyes as I slowly pulled the ribbon loose before untying the one on the other side.
The delicate material slipped free and drifted silently to the floor.
It felt like Christmas morning.
Like opening that very first present and knowing the rest of the day would only get better from there.
I took her hand and led her toward her favourite contraption—the one she had mastered suspiciously quickly.
Her fingers tightened around mine to steady herself as she swung one leg over and lowered onto the glider. The apparatus creaked softly beneath her weight, the faint sound echoing in the quiet room.
“You know what to do,” I murmured, guiding her hand down to one of the handles.
