Page 62 of Still Yours
I whisper through my panting breath, “We shouldn’t.”
Stone rises. He takes his hands off me, my body aching from the lack of contact.
Instead of backing off, Stone says, “For once in your life, be selfish.”
“What?”
“I’m standing in front of you, rock hard and desperate to pleasure you. Put your reservations aside and justhave.”
I hesitate. I feel a bead of sweat form on my collarbone, then trickle between my exposed breasts.
Stone watches it, then flicks his gaze back to me.
I could do the smart thing. Continue with the mantra,we shouldn’t. My body says otherwise. I’ve deprived myself of life’s most basic forms of finding ecstasy by burying myself in work and refusing to delve into memories. I left a lot of myself behind by doing that.
Here, now, Stone wants me to forget, but in an entirely different way.
My body remembers.
I mouth,Take me.
Stone buries his face in my breasts. I arch back on a moan when he captures one of my nipples and expertly bites down, then flicks it with his tongue. It turns my veins into electric wires, sending dangerous voltages up my body and sparking behind my eyes. I grip the back of his head, tangling my fingers in his hair.
“Don’t stop,” I groan to the ceiling. “Oh God, don’t stop.”
“Never,” he promises, before using the same skill on my other nipple.
I writhe against the countertop, the scent of cooking bacon, onion, garlic and Stone against my nostrils. An aphrodisiac of epic proportions.
Stone’s hand breaks away from my breast, traveling to the hem of my pajama shorts. The elastic is a poor defense against his deft fingers. Satin pools around my ankles and I kick them somewhere—as far away as possible because I want to be naked in front of this man. Fully exposed.
I haven’t had sex in years and my vagina has taken over my brain, commanding attention and demanding the release of all this frustrated reserve of sexual energy.
Hiking my legs around his waist, Stone growls his approval, straightening and setting me on the counter. He grazes his lips across my cheek, his stubble prickling my skin, and murmurs into my ear, “With all these cooking supplies, I’d bathe your pussy in butter before I dine, but I know I don’t have to because you taste like fucking honey.”
Stone, being familiar with my scent and taste and having deprived himself of it for years, takes the anticipation so much higher.
“I want your tongue on me,” I pant.
Stone leans back to meet my eye. His are hooded, his pupils even larger than before. “Say it. Beg me to fuck you with my tongue.”
I’m squirming on the counter, damp and throbbing between my legs. “Please, Stone. Fuck me with your mouth.”
He smiles, predatory and sure, then lowers until he’s nestled between my thighs. Stone’s eyes flare at the sight of my bare pussy. He grits out, “Your wish, Lavender, my command.”
My hands slap on the granite behind me as I try to find some friction to keep from puddling onto the counter. Stone slides his velvet tongue from my anus to my clit, delicate and teasing as he collects the juices. His eyes flutter closed, and he groans.
“Damn, you’re as delicious as I remember. More so.”
Instinct has me thrusting my hips into his face, my body language insisting he go deeper, but he darts away with a wicked grin.
“You’re on my timetable now, and I’m not getting you off until I re-introduce myself to every secret your pussy tries to hide.”
“Please, Stone,” I say, hoping if I keep begging like he enjoys, he’ll devour me.
“Not gonna work, sweetheart. Now shut up and let me work.”
Thighs trembling, I watch him bury his nose in me and inhale deeply. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. No guy has ever wanted to scent me so thoroughly, except for him. This is the Stone I knew, the one I want, who prods me open with his tongue and spreads me farther with his fingers.
