Beulah
WAKING UP ALONE IN STONE’S bed after the past couple of days had caused me to panic. Finding him alone on the balcony with a glass of whiskey made him appear so vulnerable. Now that I knew his secrets I understood how deep his pain went. It wasn’t just a childhood of mental and physical abuse. There was more, so much more.
As the night breeze warmed my skin, I let go of my inhibitions. I wanted to be whatever Stone needed. If giving myself to him out here in the open gave him relief, I would do it without hesitation. With each thrust he filled me, and slowly our actions had become a basic instinct. My body hummed with pleasure and the promise of release. I gripped the railing and my head dropped between my shoulders as I let the thrill of such a carnal exhibition wash over me. I didn’t care if we are seen. I only cared about climbing for that apex. The moment the world would fall off balance and I’d go with it.
Stone’s hands ran down my body and his fingers bit into the flesh of my thighs. Although it stung it caused me to buzz with desperation. I heard myself beg him. It was as if I were standing back watching us. He had torn his shirt from my body leaving me completely naked and bent over in front of him. My legs were spread wide and my face was a mirror of the passion as he drove into me relentlessly.
“I missed this.” His voice was hoarse and strained. “You can fucking beg all you want, but I won’t give you what you want until I’m ready.”
I whimpered and bounced back against his pelvis. My bottom slapping him where we came together. “That’s it,” he encouraged me. “Keep giving me that pussy.”
He leaned over and his hands slid down my chest until he was squeezing my breasts, feeling the heavy weight of them. He squeezed tightly and I moaned with pleasure. The sensitive tips pressed against his palms while his harsh breaths hit the back of my neck.
“I want to feel you come on my dick,” he said close to my ear. “Then when you’ve got all you can handle I’ll pull out and cover your ass with my come.”
I shook as the image he painted propelled me closer to the edge. “Yes.” I panted wildly.
“You want that?” he asked as his hands continued to pump and tease my breasts.
“Please.” I was begging again.
“I’m so damn close. Come for me, baby.” His deep voice was tense. As if holding back was painful.
His hands grabbed my hips and he slammed into me hard while I launched over the crest I’d been promised. Grabbing the rail to keep from falling I called out his name over and over. My knees buckled, but his hands kept my bottom up. Just as I began to slowly come down he pulled back roughly with a loud growl and the warmth of his release covered my backside.
“Fuuuuck!” was the only other word he spoke as he spasmed behind me. His hips jerking and his legs pressed against mine causing my already pleasured parts to start tingling again. I wanted to see him like this. Undone and free.
His arms wrapped around me right before I was lifted into his arms. He carried me back inside and closed the door behind us. I looked up at him. The angles of his face didn’t seem as harsh as they had earlier. I had done that. My chest felt warm with the thought.
He carried me into his room and straight into his en suite. The massive shower had no door. I prepared for the cold water to hit me when he reached forward to turn the water on, but he held me back a moment. Before I thought it possible, he stepped under the warm water and let it cascade over both of us.
I was gently lowered until my feet touched the tile. Water ran over our bodies and I stood there looking up at him. Emotion set in at the reality that this was mine. I hadn’t lost him. Moving on and finding a way to live without Stone wasn’t going to be something I had to face. He was here.
“I’m going to bathe you and try not to fuck you in the process,” he said simply.
I perked up at that one word. But only nodded.
He reached for body wash and poured it into his hand before creating lather. He proceeded to massage the suds into my arms, stomach, breasts, and my back. I had to close my eyes to keep from getting worked up. Although I couldn’t see him, it didn’t help when his hands were moving between my legs.
I couldn’t restrain the small cry that resulted from his touch. The sound I made caused him to pause. I widened my stance and he began again. I rocked my hips against his hand as it slid between my legs. He held his hand and fingers there, not moving. I took advantage of his fingers, rubbing my aroused sex until I had to grab onto his arms from the euphoria.
I was so close when he pulled his hand away to lift and press me against the shower wall. He entered me before letting me slide back down and I sighed with relief. This was what I wanted.
“More? I can’t give you enough, can I?” His tone was excited.
“Never enough,” I agreed readily.
He didn’t move faster. Instead, he moved slowly inside me. Our eyes locked as he brought us closer and closer to the peak we both hungered for.
“I want to come inside you so goddamn bad, but I won’t. We can’t tempt fate again.” He was strained, fighting his ache. The idea of locking my legs around him and holding him inside me was there in my thoughts. But I knew I wouldn’t. We couldn’t continue to do that as amazing as it felt.
He lowered his head until his forehead touched mine and I felt the slight tremble of his body. I let go, sobbing his name as I reached my orgasm. He held my tightly and I shook again and again unable to stop wave after wave that came over me.
Just when I thought I’d pass out, he pulled out of me and shouted as his warm semen shot against my thigh.
We stood there, both in a daze. The water was hitting our skin while our breathing slowly returning to normal. Neither of us moved. I didn’t want to let go of him. I also didn’t think I had the energy to walk. I was blissfully drained. The intensity from the past couple of hours had zapped me of all I had. It was beautiful. It was perfect.
When Stone finally moved, it was to continue washing me. His hand was quick this time when he slid it between my legs. He didn’t dwell too long on any sensitive area. I smiled with my eyes still closed.
The water cut off and he wrapped a thick towel around me. I held it tightly as I followed him out of the shower. A towel hung on his hips and his hair was still damp. Water was dripping from mine. None of that mattered. All I wanted was the bed and several hours of sleep. I was ready to relax.
Stone held back the covers and I climbed inside the bed. His body came in behind me and held me against him as I quickly fell into a deep restful sleep.