I shift, turning carefully in his hold to face him, and find his eyes already open. Dark, intense, and fixed on my face as if studying every pore and blemish.
"Watching me sleep, Easton?" I tease, though my voice comes out breathless. "That’s a little much, even for you."
He doesn’t blink. No humor touches his expression, only a raw, bone-deep sincerity that makes my stomach flip. "I wasn't watching you sleep. I was watching over you. There’sa difference." He pulls me a fraction closer, his hand splayed possessively across my waist. "I’m just trying to wrap my head around the fact that you’re here. With me."
The steady, unwavering truth in his gaze does irreversible damage to the walls I’ve spent years building around my heart. My defenses dissolve into nothingness under that look. I don't reach for my laptop, or my phone, or the truth I've spent years obsessively hunting. I reach for him.
Easton meets me halfway, his lips greedily sipping at mine until he thrusts his tongue inside my mouth. I press my body against his, matching his intensity. One moment, Easton is devouring me, and the next, he’s gone.
I whimper in disappointment and confusion, only to hear the deep, dark chuckle of Easton. He easily flips me on my back and spreads my thighs, staring down at my shamefully wet and aching core.
The sexiest man alive scoots down the bed and spreads my pussy lips with his thumbs. I wiggle and twist beneath his grip when he blows hot air into my opening, but Easton never loosens his hold.
Instead, he guides one leg over his shoulder, and then the other, opening me up even more for him. Then, Easton dives into my soaking wet cunt, making me cry out with the feeling of his hot mouth on my most private place.
He begins slowly, with long waves of his tongue that roll up and down inside my pussy. Just when I need more, his thumb finds my clit and rubs circles around the little ball of nerves while he continues to lick me and suck on my folds.
An index finger slides inside of me with ease, then a middle finger joins as he pistons in and out of me with his muscular arm, fucking me into the bed. He rotates his fingers and pauses to look up at me, grinning with mischief. Then he curls his fingers up and finds that secret spot, rubbing his fingers againstit and watching me tense and moan as he completely destroys me with his fingers.
“Yes, oh yes,” I cry out, unable to stop myself.
He growls into my pussy, making my clit vibrate with his voice. Easton slides and twists and rubs the walls of my pussy with his fingers while his tongue does wicked things to my little bundle of nerves. He licks it, bats it around, and finally sucks it into his mouth and bites down gently, causing my orgasm to rip through me and spill all over his fingers.
I buck my hips as he sticks his tongue in my entrance, lapping up everything I’m giving him.
When I finally come back down to earth, I sink into the mattress. Easton climbs on top of me, propping himself up on one elbow while his other hand cups my face. He presses gentle kisses all over with featherlight touches of his lips. He tickles my forehead, nose, cheeks, and finally, my mouth. Easton strokes his tongue inside of me slowly, deliberately, while his hand moves from my face and trails down my body, caressing me and setting me on fire.
I spread my legs and welcome more of his skin on my skin, thankful that we’re both still naked from last night. Groaning, I feel his hot, hard cock rubbing against my pussy, working me up into another orgasm. I wrap my legs around his hips and try to pull him where I need him most. All of this teasing has me desperate to be filled up by him again.
“Are you sure you’re not too sore?” he asks, pausing just before entering me.
“I’m fine!” I say impatiently, making Easton smirk. “Now fuck me.”
That smirk drops, leaving a hungry, feral look in his deep, dark eyes.
Easton pushes inside of me, slowly, watching my reaction. “Stella,” he groans. “Goddamn. Missed this. Missed being insideof you.” I nod frantically as he pulls out and thrusts into me again.
We both gasp when he hits home over and over. I love feeling the thick veins in his cock sliding against the walls of my pussy as he moves in and out of me.
“So tight, Jesus, you feel so good, Stella.”
“You… too…” I manage to say in between thrusts. I wrap my arms around his back and grip the taut muscles there, clinging to him while he picks up speed.
Easton twists his hips slightly, changing up the angle. He hits that spot inside of me with his dick, making my whole body jerk in his arms.
“Does that feel good?” he asks.
“Y-yes…” I moan.
I dig my nails into his back to spur him on. Easton crashes his mouth down on mine as our bodies come together, again and again, flesh meeting flesh, pleasure meeting pleasure. I squeeze my legs around him and clench my pussy to get him deeper inside of me.
Easton thrusts into me harder, faster, each stroke of his dick pushing me closer, closer, hitting that spot over and over, once, twice, again, again, fuck, one more time, please, please,I need it, my body trembling and aching for more.
He slams into me one last time and I scream, shattering around him. My pussy clamps down on his thick cock as all my muscles tense up tightly and then unwind, the orgasm rolling through me in explosive waves.
“That’s it, sweetheart, that’s so fucking it, do it again, Stella.”
I shake my head, unable to imagine myself coming again. Easton, however, doesn’t take no for an answer. He leans back and sits on his heels, grabbing my hips and fucking himself with my body. The angle is different, deeper, hitting new places that make me shake and moan uncontrollably.
