Page 26 of The Sting of Love
He pulls out of me, but it’s like I can still feel him inside me and all over.
He lowers himself next to me and slips his arm around my waist. Surprise fills me because I don’t know what we’re doing.
“Hi,” he says. It sounds strange to hear his voice piercing the silence of the sexual haze that surrounds us.
“Hello,” I answer and try to bite back a smile when he caresses my lips with a soft kiss.
His pants are hanging low on his hips, and his cock is still out, but he reaches into the pocket and pulls out my bracelet.
Oh my God. I didn’t even realize I’d lost it. It’s one of Dad’s many presents.
“I came to give you this. You… left it in my bed.” he says.
“Thank you. You… came to give me my bracelet?” I smile now, touched he came to see me.
“Yeah…” He takes my left hand to slip the bracelet on. “Maybe it was an excuse to see you again.”
“Maybe?”
“No… I’m lying. It was. I wanted to see you again. Was that okay?”
I nod, and he smiles.
“It was perfect. Do you want to go upstairs?” I’m keeping him here for as long as I can, and I don’t care about anything else.
“Yeah, Bella, you can take me upstairs.”
Chapter Eight
Donny
My head brushes against the silky pillow that smells just like her. It’s like jasmine and honeysuckle. Like the honeysuckle that grows at my parents’ home. The family home.
The flowers grew wild, and Ma liked them, so Pa had the gardeners create an amazing garden of hanging honeysuckle that smelled magical in the spring and summer. That’s what Willow reminds me of.
Fuck… what has this woman done to me? What the fuck has she done to me? I keep thinking back to when I first saw her at the club. If I’d known she would have had this intense effect on me, what would I have done? Would I have still pursued her?
Fuck yeah.
Her hand sliding up and down my cock makes that question a fucking no-brainer, as does her gorgeous naked body pressed up against mine with her mouth devouring my lips as she kisses me.
Jesus Christ. This is really bad for me right now. I can’t be here. I need to leave.
I’ve been here all night, and every time we have sex, I keep thinking one more time, one last time.One more time, one last time.
But I can’t get enough.
I can’t fucking get enough of her no matter what I do, and I’m pretty sure it’s close to lunchtime.
Willow presses closer and deepens her kiss, so I smooth my hand behind her head and kiss her back roughly, taking back control.
I like to be in control, but fuck damn, do I like her taking it from me. Like now, as she counters my hold by running her fingers through my hair.
The moan she makes in my mouth has my cock hard again. Ready to be inside her. I can’t remember when last I had sex so many times in any night, and what we got up to last night was worse than the first night we spent together. We continued right through the morning. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve had her. If she wasn’t riding my cock, I was on top of her or behind her. We’ve been indulging, and I don’t want to stop. Thank God she’s on birth control because the standard eight pack of condoms I carry would have finished long ago.
She giggles against my lips when I smooth my fingers down her body and squeeze her left nipple. I noticed that she likes me playing with her breasts, and since I’ll do anything to hear that sound again, I continue to play. Her giggle becomes a steady moan, and I start rolling the taut peak between my fingers.
“You like that, Bella?” I ask. It’s strange every time I speak because we haven’t done much talking. The only thing we spoke about was her aunt. She said she’d be back tomorrow at some point.
