Page 47 of Stone

I can sense my face, already flushed from the heat of the bath, go even pinker, beads of perspiration collect on my upper lip and brow. I let my eyes move up to his face.

He might not be conventionally pretty, but with the short dark hair, thick brows and bushy beard, he’s one hot motherfucker. Dark broody eyes, strong nose, and full lips that just visualizing them touching my skin gets my heartbeat racing.

“You like what you see?” his voice thick with arousal.

“Oh Lordy,” I pant out. “There’s no doubt that you’re a fine piece of ass.”

The laughter that bursts from him is so comfortable and unforced that it takes my breath away. When I follow his direction to scoot forward in the bath, and he gets in behind me, his arms sliding around me bring my back against his front, it’s so good and right.

“Do you want me to wash your hair,” he asks, his lips close to my ear. “I’ll need to avoid the cut, but I reckon I can do it.”

“Yes please,” I gasp, although I shouldn’t be that surprised as he’s been so attentive that at times his kindness has had me close to tears. “Thank you, Stone,” I croak out, getting all emotional again. I need to quit being such a baby, crying all the time; otherwise, it’s only going to piss him off as much as it is me.

“Hey, you don’t have to thank me.” He grabs one of the bottles that he’d left at the side of the bath. His arms come around to the front of me, so I watch as he squirts some of the shampoo into the palm of his hand. “Now let me know if I’m too heavy handed, the last thing I want to do is hurt you.” I give him a gentle nod before tipping my head back. The length of my hair is already wet, but the top is only slightly damp from the condensation. His fingers start to work slowly over my scalp everywhere other than where the wound lays.

“How do you feel about Sasha calling you Daddy?” I ask while he continues to take care of me.

“Guilty at first, then elated.”

“Why guilty?”

“Because I don’t want Sasha to forget Jacob or Savannah. I love her with my whole heart, she’s my baby girl, but I never want to replace them. Calling me Daddy Gabe, doesn’t seem so bad because she seems to identify us as separate father figures.”

“There might come a day when she drops the Gabe you know.” He lets out a huge sigh. “But you need to realize Stone, she’s still so young and when she starts kindergarten and is around other kids, she’s going to pick up that most of them just say mommy or daddy, mom, dad. They don’t usually add a Christian name unless maybe same-sex parents.”

“But I don’t want her to forget them.” I can hear the hurt in his voice and although I hate to see that he’s in pain, it pleases me that he trusts me enough to open up and show his emotions.

He takes hold of the shower attachment of the water faucet and slowly rinses off the suds.

“She won’t if we keep their memory alive, and we will.”

“I hope so.” He starts the process all over again but this time with the conditioner.

With my hair now clean and fresh, he lathers up his hands with soap and starts to work his big hands over my shoulders. The way his fingers feather across my skin makes me drool, but when he pushes the balls of his thumbs, each side between the base of my neck and shoulders, I turn into mush.

“Oh God,” I drawl, along with a long-drawn-out moan of approval.

“Jesus, woman,” he hisses, shifting his hips underneath me. “Making noises like that is only going to get you into trouble. My cock is already struggling to behave while it’s nestled up against your tight ass.”

“I can’t help it, it feels so good.”

“I know something that will make you feel good,” he whispers seductively into my ear. One hand traces the line of my spine while the other loops around and captures a breast. “Something that will make you see stars too.” While one hand teases my nipple, the other slips between my legs. A single finger glides over my clit before sliding inside me. I gasp, my back arches, my head dropping back against his chest. “Is this what you wanted, sweetheart.” Every word he utters is thick with arousal, teasing me into submission. “When you were looking at me naked, were you hoping that I would finger you, play with your pretty, pink pussy?” He pulls out, but then pushes in again but this time he adds another finger. “Do you want me to make you come?” He hooks his fingers inside me and massages the sensitive internal flesh, while his thumb flicks back and forth over my clit.

“Yes, yes,” I gasp, already feeling the rush of heat building to boiling point. “Fuck, Stone. I’m nearly there, so good, oh so good, don’t stop.”

“I got you, Oriana,” he tells me, and he has. When I climax, the need to scream out hits too, but Stone slams his mouth over mine and offsets the noise. I breathe hard through my nose, I’m close to passing out from lack of oxygen and euphoria. It’s the sexiest fucking thing ever, and I’m sure that it helps drag out my orgasm.

Stone

“Stone?” She whimpers while trying to take in air when I break the kiss that was intended to cover her screams. The last thing I want is Cub getting a chubby while watching Sasha through hearing us getting frisky in the bath.

She’s so fucking sexy, all panty, lips swollen, flush to her cheeks, yet still has an innocence about her. I intended on teasing her for longer, before I took my fill, but I can’t hold off any longer. I need to be inside her, but the dirty talk seems to rile her up even more.

“I saw you lick your lips when you saw my cock. You want to suck it, don’t you?” She’s so out of breath that she gives me a simple nod of the head. “I need to hear you say it, Oriana.”

“Yes, I want to suck your cock.”

“Turn around, Oriana,” I demand, taking hold of her waist. “Not today, but it is time for you to ride it.”

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