Page 81 of Still Yours
Stone stalks to the stairs while I cling to him. He growls and claims my mouth, even as he takes the stairs.
Stone’s never been clumsy. He shows that off as he smoothly takes the stairs with his tongue tangling with mine. We round the banister and make it to the guest bedroom without a single stumble, and Stone kicks the door closed with his heel before heading to the bed.
“Wait,” I say breathlessly, my lips tingling from his scruff. They’re swelling, and all I want is more of him.
Sliding down his toned body, I back up enough to help him pull off his shirt and unbuckle his belt. After unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, his cock springs free, pulsing and hot in my hand.
“I want to take care of you,” I say, unable to take my eyes off the piece of him throbbing in my grip.
Stone’s answer is to groan while his head falls back. “I can’t say no to you, Lavender, not in this position.”
Smiling, I push at his chest until he falls back on the bed, naked and divine.
I get down on my knees between his legs and take him in my mouth.
Stone’s salty pre-cum hits my tastebuds, and I purr with satisfaction. The noise makes Stone buck, shoving his dick deeper in my throat, but I relax my muscles, opening for him.
If I remember right, Stone loved a good deep throat, and though it’s been a while since I’ve done that for a man, my body remembers what to do. Tipping forward, I lower my head until my chin hits his ball sack.
Stone gives a muffled curse, wriggling and straining with the rapture he must feel from being so fully consumed by my mouth, my tongue grinding against his underside, and my teeth grazing across his delicate skin.
His balls tighten with an impending burst of cum. I massage them while bobbing my head, twisting my mouth, then going down on him again, the movements sending him into a frenzy.
“God—fuck—Noa—stop. If you want me to fuck you, you gotta st—” His warning is cut off by a tight moan as he explodes in my mouth. The taste overflows, like salty seawater andhim. There’s so much of it I can’t swallow quick enough, and it dribbles from my lips.
Leaning back, I reach up to wipe it with my sleeve. Stone stops me by grabbing my wrist.
“Oh no, you don’t,” he says, his pecs and abs straining as he moves into a half sit-up to grab me. “That’s my mark, and it’s staying on you until I say you can remove it, and let me tell you, Lavender, it looks too fucking good on you to ever leave your lips.”
I glide my tongue over my lower lip, collecting droplets of him. “You do that a lot, you know, grabbing my wrist and making demands.”
He arches a brow, nonplussed. “Do you like it?”
“When you tell me what to do?” I clarify, a bubble of embarrassment clogging my throat. “Not in the day-to-day, but here … in bed …”
Stone’s lips move in a slow grin, made more predatory by the moonlight filtering over our bodies. “Then stand up and strip for me.”
He releases my wrist.
Biting my lip, I get off my knees, unbuttoning my shirt and peeling off my jeans. Stone doesn’t help. Just watches while resting on his elbows as I take off my clothes between his legs. His satiated dick jerks at the sight, readying for another round.
“I like you dressed in nothing but my cum on your lips,” he growls through the shadows.
His tone glides over me like a shiver, my nipples peaking at the compliment and my hips moving toward him.
Stone lifts off his elbows, sliding off the foot of the bed and to his knees. He cups my butt cheeks and brings me close. So close that he’s able to bury his nose in my slit and inhale.
Instinct makes me want to push his head away. As a female, I’ve always been worried about how I smell down there and what guys think of it. Stone never made me feel gross or humiliated in any way, but we’re older now, and things change …
“Noa,” he says in a bid for my attention.
I force myself to meet his eyes over the horizon of my stomach. His hand moves over my belly, nearly spanning my stomach from breast to apex.
“You’re perfect.” His eyes sparkle glitter white stars and shadows. “Every part of you amazes me, and I’ve never kicked my addiction to this pussy.”
He laughs at my mortified squeak, his amused rumble coursing through his hands and into me.
“I’m just being honest,” he says with an innocent quirk of his lips.
