That last thought has me pinning Stella down onto the twin-sized bed a little too roughly, my body coming down on top of hers. Giving her my full weight, watching those eyelids flutter, listening to her excited moan.
“Does that make you hot?” I push her knees open. Fast enough to make her suck in a breath. I savor the sight of her parting flesh. The telling sheen that runs from her slit to the pucker of her asshole. Gorgeous. “You like to be reminded that I’m not so nice once I get your panties off?” My hips drop into the cradle of her thighs, shifting slowly, the friction worth dying for. “You want this mean fuck?”
“Yes.”
I’m hard as nails. She wants this. All I have to do is peel down my briefs and give us the forbidden fuck we’re both dying for. I’ve worked her up so thoroughly with my fingers that she’ll probably come after one thrust—and if she doesn’t, there’s more where that came from.
“Aiden.” Her breath saws in and out, her fingers twisting in the sides of my open shirt. And I realize I’ve started to dry hump her, my teeth clamped and tugging on the lobe of her ear. “Please, please, please.”
I reach down, intending to lower the waistband of my briefs, take myself out and drive home inside of her. But it’s like an invisible force is stopping my hand from performing the action. I know if I peel away that last layer of material, that will be it. I’ll be inside Stella. I’ll have defied my conscience. Betrayed her trust, even if she doesn’t realize it now. Yet.
There’s a good chance I’m just overthinking this, right?
Yeah. Yeah, I just need a minute.
But she doesn’t have a minute. Her beautiful body is writhing beneath mine, she’s naked from the waist down—wet, so tight and wet—and before I register my own movements, I’m stripping her completely. I’m throwing her dress onto the floor and indulging myself in the sight of her bare skin, her dusky tipped tits, the swells of her hips and dips of her sides. Incredible, perfect girl. Stella. And she’s shaking with the need for relief.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart. Open your thighs wider for me.” I’m slurring, drunk with lust. My voice unrecognizable. But she hears me and does as I ask, as I beg, dropping her knees wider by another inch as I skate my tongue down the center of her torso, over her belly, parting the flesh of her pussy in a hungry lick. And my God. Her taste is nothing short of incredible. Peachy and female. For me. “Goddamn, Stella. If tight had a taste, this would be it.”
If possible, when she moans at my honest praise, her thighs flex violently and fall open even wider, her fingers tunneling into my hair. And this? I can do. I can fuck her with my mouth, because it’s about her pleasure, not mine. Fine, I’m letting myself get away with a technicality, but there isn’t a way in hell I can keep my tongue off of her wet, willing pussy when she needs an orgasm so bad. Regret wouldn’t even begin to cover how that would leave me, because she’d be unsatisfied and all I want to do is satisfy her.
To that end, I watch the planes of her nude body shift and undulate while I tap the tip of my tongue against her clit, push two fingers inside of her and start to lick that bundle of nerves in earnest. Eager, fast, thorough. I pump my fingers deep, quickening the pace along with her breaths, reading her, watching. Waiting. When her grip tightens on the strands of my hair, I purse my lips over her clit and apply gentle suction. In contrast, my fingers are twisting, searching for that spot and finding it. The proof is in the way she begins to speak in gibberish, her heels finding purchase on my shoulders.
“Aiden. Oh…oh God, Aiden. Please don’t stop. Don’t, don’t, don’t…”
I growl into the suction to let her know there’s no way in hell I’ll stop when she’s shaking like this. When her stomach is hollowing out and her nipples are in hot, little points and her sex is beginning to ripple around my fingers. Go on, sweetheart. Give it to me.
I’ve never heard a purer sound in my life than Stella’s scream of my name.
Never felt anything better than the twist of her fists in my hair. Her thighs draw up around my head, hips jerking, her relief wet and warm against my tongue and lips. Desperate to give her more, give myself more, I continue to stroke that place inside of her, teasing the pad of my finger over the coarseness and Stella gives and gives, body straining until she grows limp on the bed in front of me, the taste of her pleasure making me dizzy.