Page 76 of Hot Summer Nights

I just shake my head, a smile stretching across my face.

“Is scrambled eggs okay?”

“I’m actually in the mood for something else…”

“What’s that, Princess? You name it and I’ll make sure that you get it.”

“You,” Stella says with a seductive purr.

I turn around, facing her then.

“Aren’t you sore, Stella?”

When she hesitates, I have my answer. I walk over to her, stepping between her legs. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling my mouth down to meet hers. She pushes her tongue past my lips as her fingers try to push my boxers out of the way. I grab her hands, pinning them behind her back. She pulls away, pouting at me.

“I need you, Kit,” She begs and I’m powerless to tell her no.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Princess, but I’ll give you what you need.”

I lean Stella back on the kitchen counter and she looks down her body, watching as I slip my shirt up higher. I slip it up above her full tits.

“You hold this up for me, alright,” I order.

She nods, her hands wrapping around the bunched up fabric and keeping it held above her boobs for me. I take both of her tits in my hands, molding the soft mounds as I lean down and take one of the stiff peaks into my mouth. I learned all of the ways that Stella likes me to touch her last night and I use them now until Stella is moaning and squirming on the counter. Her knuckles are white where she grips the shirt and her eyes are closed tight.

I pop off one nipple, looking down at my handiwork. Her nipples are puffy and wet from my mouth and a nice flush is covering her face and neck. I stand up straight, staring down at my Princess as she waits for me to give her what she needs. My eyes stay locked on hers as I slowly kneel between her spread legs. My new position puts me eye level with her heavenly center and I use my thumbs on either side of her pussy to spread her wide. Stella rests her heels on the counter, opening herself even wider to me and I moan as I see her drenched cunt.

I can’t hold myself back any longer so I lean in, burying my face in her soft folds. I lick and suck along her center, dipping my tongue into her snug hole and using my tongue to lick up all of her cream. My thumb moves north, circling around her swollen clit before I press down on the hard nub, rolling it under my thumb. I bring my other thumb down to her back entrance and tease around the puckered hole. Stella’s hips buck at the foreign feeling and as soon as I push my thumb in just a little, she goes off like a rocket. I continue to hold one thumb just inside her ass while my other rubs her clit and my tongue continues to fuck her tight pussy.

Stella’s feet slide off the counter and I help her sit up. She rests her head against my shoulder as she catches her breath and all I want to do is hold her in my arms and tell her how much I love her. I’m afraid that will just scare her off though so I do the next best thing. I make her scrambled eggs and sit her in my lap, feeding her bites while she leans back against my chest. Hearing her contented sigh has my heart flipping over in my chest.

“Are you up to going to the gym for a couple of hours? I gave Claire the day off so she could go to a wedding so I have to run the front desk for a couple of hours and help Finn with training.”

“Yeah, I wanted to get started organizing the office anyways. I kind of left before I even started yesterday and I don’t want my boss to get mad and fire me,” she teases, winking at me over her shoulder.

“You could take a nap in the office every day and he wouldn’t fire you, Princess.”

She laughs at that but I hope that she knows that it’s the truth.

“When do we have to leave?” She asks, pulling her hair up and tying it in a messy bun on top of her head.

With her hair up like that, I can see all of the marks that I left on her last night. Seeing them, all I can picture is leaving even more on her, in places that only I get to see.

“Kit?” She asks, shaking me from my dirty thoughts.

“I have to open at noon.”

She nods, looking to the clock to see that it’s only a little after ten am.

“What are we going to do for two hours?” She asks, looking at me from under her lashes.

“I’ve got a couple of ideas,” I say, scooping her up in my arms and carrying her up the stairs and back to bed.

She stops me before I can spread her out on the bed and I frown down at her.

“Everything alright?” I ask, wondering if I she’s too sore.

I need to be more careful with my girl. I can’t be hurting her.

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