Page 63 of Still Yours
Then he thrusts.
His tongue is a cock in a different form, more dexterous and able to angle in all the right places. My hips meet him as he plunges in and out, his thumb flicking my clit and his other hand doing things I’d never imagined, like prodding at my anus and pushing in all the way to the knuckle.
My eyes pop open at the foreign sensation. I don’t hate it. Iloveit. It adds to the ecstasy as he uses his mouth and fingers to bring me to unexplainable heights. I’m sure my juiceswould pool around me if they could, but Stone laps up every drop of passion, unsatisfied until I mewl, a vocal warning of my impending orgasm.
“I missed that sound,” he says against my pussy, then mouth-fucks me harder.
The orgasm surges through me, shuddering my muscles and frying my nerves. I clutch his head to stay grounded because I’m sure if I let go, I’ll sprout wings and fly.
“I … I haven’t felt this, anything like this, for so long.”
I don’t realize I’ve said it out loud until Stone rises, his mouth and chin as slick as his satisfied smile.
“That’s great to hear, considering I’m not nearly done with you.”
I look at him with trepidation.
Stone cups the side of my neck, his thumb tracing my jaw. “I wasn’t lying. I need you. Need to be inside you, flying with you.”
I nod against his grip, fully taken with desire.
Stone loses his boxers, his cock springing forth. It’s so hard, it bounces painfully with its reveal, one side of Stone’s face wincing at the movement.
“Your balls must be so tight,” I murmur, kind of surprised at the dirty talk coming out of my mouth, but kind of loving it, too.
How long has it been since I stated my desires so simply?As long as I’ve been away from him.
“They’re fucking blue balls.” Stone cocks his head. “What are you going to do about it?”
I spread my legs, forcing Stone to take a step back as I idly finger my folds, wet with his previous ministrations.
His eyes are set on fire. “I wouldn’t do that if you’re not prepared for the consequences.”
I bite my lower lip and meet his stare. “Damn the consequences.”
Stone’s chest rumbles. Then he moves.
I let him cover my body on the counter. Bowls fall. Dried white beans scatter. The logical part of my mind—the responsible, level,you shouldn’t be doing this part—releases a quiet warning. My sex drive doesn’t heed it and I cover Stone’s lips with my own, wrapping my limbs around his lithe body and covering us in flour.
His fingers dive into my pussy, fucking relentlessly as I buck beneath him. He sucks out my cries and swallows them, the weight of him suffocating and addictive.
Air hits my cheeks when he rears back on a curse. “Condom. I need a condom.”
“Get it,” I heave out, then splay out like a starfish as he jumps off me and stumbles into the den, his dick jutting in front of him like a sword.
Stone returns in seconds, tearing open the wrapper with his mouth. He slides it on before climbing on top of me. I lift my knees and spread myself open for him. He growls his approval before slamming inside.
His entrance is slick, easy, and all the way to the hilt. I’ve never been more accepting of a man and his thrusts come immediately, our dance a familiar and desperate one as we reunite in the way we were always amazing at.
My back curves. My chin tilts up. My eyes shutter closed as I give myself into the way he stretches me and strokes the sweetest parts of my body.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Harder. Please, harder.”
Stone grunts, rising on his hands, his abs undulating with his sure strokes. His jaw tightens, the tendons in his cheeks jutting, then releasing. His eyes won’t leave mine.
“That’s it, Lavender. Give yourself over. Let me satisfy you.”
My thighs tighten with glorious warning.
