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“Jesus, baby. So fucking perfect.”
I cinched my eyes shut, willing the tension to fade. This was the man I loved, the person I trusted more than anyone in my life. With the first swipe of his tongue, I shook even harder. Controlling my breathing was impossible.
Stone brushed his hand up to my breast, fingering my nipple while he swirled his tongue around my clit. I was thrown by the rush of sensations, my skin burning from his heated breath.
“Yeah. Fucking perfect.” There was such an intense need in his tone, his words whispered.
He dragged his tongue all the way down my pussy and I arched my back in response. After flicking his finger back and forth across my nipple, he pinched the tender flesh between his fingers.
Another bolt of pain was followed by him burying his face into my wetness. I jerked up from the seat, struggling to keep from screaming. I’d never felt anything so incredible and I never wanted him to stop. He lifted his gaze, the sly grin on his facekeeping me on edge. It was as if the man was worshipping me, his hunger was so great.
He crawled his hand to my other breast, toying with my nipple until both were extra sensitive. My toes remained curled, my stomach coiled as another wave of pleasure cut through me.
His actions were slow at first, sliding one then another finger inside. The discomfort quickly gave way to something I couldn’t describe. Perhaps pure ecstasy. I wiggled on the seat, taking short gasps of air in trying to fill my lungs. With stars floating in front of my eyes and my heart fluttering, I was lost in the incredible haze.
If this was what sex was all about, I couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to have his cock buried deep inside. I was ready to beg for it, pleading for him to release the pent-up sexual energy that had nearly driven me crazy.
When he added a third finger, flexing them open and pumping with an amazing rhythm, I writhed on the seat. Every moan was raspy, every breath scattered as my mind played tricks on me and my body betrayed me. The sensations rocked my world.
As he drove his tongue in alongside my fingers, I jerked up once again, panting like some crazed dog.
“Breathe, baby. Just breathe,” he whispered, the huskiness of his voice deepening even more.
God, I wanted to touch him. I needed to wrap my hand around his huge, thick shaft. I longed to have the full weight of his body crushed on mine as he filled me with his seed. Then we’d be as one. Just the two of us against the world.
The thought brought a smile to my face as he licked me furiously, taking the time to suck on my clit then driving his tongue inside. My pussy muscles clamped down on his fingers until another wave of sheer bliss tore through me. He lifted my hips off the seat and something changed. Maybe he’d curled his fingers. As soon as he did, pure rapture exploded deep within.
My moans turned to whimpers. Electric vibrations danced through me. Stars floated in front of my eyes. My heart rate soared. When my pussy started to clench and release to a staccato rhythm, I couldn’t hold back a scream.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come on my tongue. God, you’re so beautiful when you climax.”
Nothing had prepared me for the intensity of how I felt, the full body shakes as an orgasm rushed through me. Yes, I’d played with myself before, my hand under the covers at night while thinking about my fantasy man. But this… This was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I writhed, shifting back and forth as he dug his fingers into my thighs.
His breathing was hotter than ever and he continued whispering how beautiful I was, how sweet my pussy tasted.
Being lost in the moment was the best thing I’d ever experienced.
I lolled my head to the side and sucked in one deep breath after another. Just trying to focus was next to impossible.
Stone eased my butt to the seat, kissing the inside of one thigh then the other. When he rose onto his knees, I blinked several times until I could enjoy the sight of the man.
“One last time, baby girl. Do you want this, because that means no turning back. After tonight, you’re all mine.”
The rush of emotions was joyful, my heart so full of love for the man. “I’m sure. Please,” I whispered. “Please make love to me.”
CHAPTER 3
Stone
Daniella was so beautiful. She was the best thing that had ever happened in my life, yet I shouldn’t even consider taking her virginity. I was heading to boot camp in the morning and wouldn’t see her for months. Or maybe longer if she followed her dream. Even then, our time would be short lived.
My dad had said she was far too young for me.
Her father had made no bones about the fact he didn’t think I was good enough.
Even my buddies had reminded me more than once getting stuck with one woman at my age would eventually make me unhappy.
I just didn’t care.
