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The scrape of her fingers down my legs is her only response, and I know she must be getting lightheaded now.
My fingers easily dip inside her while the heel of my hand continues to rub against her most sensitive spot. I’m fighting not to come in her mouth because after feeling her sweet pussy on my tongue, I want to claim it with my cock too.
The sounds she’s making and the depth at which she takes me, though, have my balls beginning to tighten.
One more. I just want her to come once more.
I pull out, ignoring her hold on me. The sounds she makes when I drop my face between her legs is sweeter than any music, and I lap up her cries of pleasure as I fuck my tongue in and out of her until she’s clawing at my back and withering beneath me.
I’m panting while licking my lips as I stand and circle the bed. The large palm frond fan circles above us, cooling the sheen of sweat at the nape of my neck, and I watch Stella’s chest rise and fall as she brushes her hair off her forehead.
“So fucking beautiful, Stell.”
She lets out a soft yelp when I wrap my hand around her ankle, drag her closer to me, and lower my knee between her legs on the bed.
“Perfect.” Her pillowy soft lips open when I press the pad of my thumb to her mouth. “I only wish I could have seen you choking on a mouthful of my cum.”
Any reserve she had left disappears when she wraps her lips around my thumb, and I press it further inside her mouth, letting her tongue dance along my skin.
I’ve been playing this game long enough and unintentionally edging myself to hell and back. I need to bury myself so deep inside her that I get lost.
I pull my thumb from her mouth, grip her hips with one hand, and use the other to notch myself at her entrance. She’s so responsive and sensitive from her orgasms, because her eyes half close, and her chest arches off the mattress.
“Can I fuck you,Stella?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Can I fill this tight little pussy up?” I slide the head of my cock that’s already dripping pre-cum in just another inch.
“Yes.”
I blink, taking a measured breath. When I open my eyes and look down into Stella’s dreamy and hungry ones, I’m fucking hypnotized.
Her stomach is soft and warm when I place my open palm at the lowest part and bury half my cock inside her. I watch as her fingers grip the sheet beneath her, and when she lets out a needy little whimper, all my restraint goes out the window. I thrust in fully and nearly blackout from how tight she is.
“Goddamn, Stella.”
I pull out, this time pressing firmer on her stomach before sinking back into her with a harsh groan.
“Please, Jonas. More, please.”
I notch her leg around my waist, lifting her hips so I can drive in deeper. The moment I do, Stella’s cursed moans are only muffled by the sounds of my hips slamming into hers as I continue to bottom out.
“Oh god—” She slaps a hand over mine where I’m still pressing on her stomach.
“You begged for it, Stella. Now show me how well you take it.”
Her hips meet mine as I continue to fuck her, deep and bare. A fire starts at the base of my spine, and I know I’m close. “Come for me,” I groan. With my free hand, I reach for her clit, giving it a little pinch. Her eyes squeeze shut, and her breasts jut forward. “Come with my name on your tongue.” Her pussy strangles me, and I have tunnel vision; everything besides her face goes black around me. “Come like this sweet pussy was made for me.”
Her fingers claw at my wrist, and one more thrust has her shaking and crying out. Thank fuck, because at the sight ofher and the feel of her soaking my cock, I’m a goner. Immediately, I’m twitching inside her, emptying my balls, and I come so hard my vision splits in two.
I lean forward, bracing my weight on my forearm on the bed beside her. Our uneven breath tangles in the space between us, and I sweep her slick hair away from her skin. Her eyes lock on mine, wide and searching, and I answer, pressing a kiss to her forehead—slow and claiming. Telling her with nothing more than my lips that nothing about this is fake.
CHAPTER 18
stella
Lazy sunlight spills through the sheer white curtains, painting only my shoulder in soft gold. Outside, I can make out the faint sounds of a more upbeat version ofIt’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year.On the floor, my pink underwear is tossed to the side, half inside out, like I couldn’t get them off fast enough.
