Page 99 of Addicted

He kissed me again, deep and slow. His hands roamed over my body, and it wasn’t rough or demanding like usual, but gentle. It was reverent, like he was worshipping me.

Stone kissed down my neck, my collarbone, between my breasts. He took his time with each nipple, sucking and licking until I was arching into him. Then he kept going lower, kissing down my stomach and over my hips. Down my thighs.

When he reached my pussy, he looked up at me and our eyes locked, then he buried his face between my thighs. His tongue moved over me slowly, deliberately, like he was savoring every taste. Every sound I made.

I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing, because this wasn’t just sex. This was love.

Stone ate me out like he was making love to mewith his mouth. Looking into my eyes the whole time. Watching my reactions. Repeating what made me moan louder. What made my thighs shake.

“Come all over my face, baby,” he murmured against me. “Yo’ nigga thirsty.”

My body responded instantly. I came hard, my back arching off the bed, my hands gripping his head. Stone licked up every drop, groaning like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

He stood and started removing his clothes slowly, never taking his eyes off me. Like I was his entire world.

When he was finally naked, he climbed back on top of me.

“I love you, Indigo,” he said, staring into my eyes.

“I love you too,” I whispered.

Stone pushed inside me in one smooth motion. We both gasped as he started moving. Slow. Deep. The deepest, slowest strokes he’d ever given me. Looking into my eyes the whole time. Making love to me.

“You mine forever,” Stone said, his voice rough with emotion.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“You belong to me, and I belong to you.”

“Yes, daddy.”

He kept talking me through it. Kept telling me how much he loved me. How I was his. How he’d never let me go. I kept crying because it was so intense. So overwhelming. So much more meaningful than anything we’d done before.

Stone folded me up, pinning my knees to my chest as he fucked me deeply.

“I love you, baby,” he said, his voice breaking. “Love you so fuckin’ much.”

“I love you too,” I sobbed.

“I would never hurt you. I’d die before I ever hurt you.”

“I know.”

“I’m so sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry for threatening you. For scaring you. I can’t lose you, Indigo. I can’t.”

“You won’t,” I promised. “You won’t lose me. I’m yours.”

Stone’s strokes became more desperate and intense. When he finally came inside me, he buried his face in my neck and held me so tight I could barely breathe.

I clung to him like he was my lifeline. Like if I let go, I’d fall apart. Stone didn’t pull out for a long time. Just stayed inside me, kissing my lips and all over my face.

When he finally looked at me, his eyes were crazed. Obsessed. Addicted.

And in love. So deeply in love.

“I love you, Indigo,” he said again.

“I love you too, Stone.”