Chapter 15
Monroe
I woke up the next morning feeling warm and loved. I was on my side facing Stone. He had his arm draped over my waist and had me pulled tight to his body. When I looked up at his face, I saw that he was still asleep. He was so content and peaceful. I loved that for him. All too often, I would look in his eyes and see the hardness that I hated. More and more now, I was seeing a vulnerability. I hoped we’d get to a point where he’d finally be able to fully let his guard down.
It’s interesting, though. Stone unequivocally told me earlier in the week that he’d never be able to give me forever, but what he said last night made me believe otherwise. I couldn’t sit there and say that I thought he was in love with me. I knew I fell for him, hard and fast, but I didn’t expect that had happened with him. That said, his words last night meant too much for me to be nothing to him. They were claiming and I hoped like hell he meant them because I knew deep down in my bones that I was exactly what I said I was last night.
I was Stone’s.
My heart belonged to him.
I only hoped he felt like he belonged to me. If I had been given the opportunity to make a birthday wish, it would have been to know, without a single doubt, that I was everything Stone wanted. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever get the answer to that and as much as I wanted to talk to him about what he said last night so that I’d have a clearer picture of what was happening between us, I was too scared that if I did it would send him packing. Somehow, the uncertainty of what was happening between us was easier to deal with than the possibility of having him walk away if I pushed for more. I wasn’t sure how long that feeling would last for me but, for the time being, I was willing to settle for what he was offering.
On these thoughts, I reached my hand out to his chest. As I moved my fingertips along his skin, I tilted my head back to look up at him again.
God, I loved him.
I loved him so much I thought I would burst.
I shifted myself closer to him, hoping for maximum contact with his body. The moment I pressed my lips to his chest I felt his arm tighten around my waist. I smiled against his heated skin. After I gave him one more kiss I looked back up to see him smiling down at me.
“Good morning, handsome.”
Stone angled his head toward me, kissed the top of my head, and uttered a sleepy, “Good morning, angel.”
“I want to teach you how to dance,” I blurted out.
“Excuse me?”
“You said you don’t know anything about dancing. I want to teach you. Tonight is my birthday celebration at Lou’s. I want you to be there. I would love for you to dance with me.”
“I don’t dance, Monroe,” he retorted.
“Maybe not yet,” I asserted. “But, with a little practice you could easily do it. Trust me, Stone. As someone who teaches dance for a living it’s my job to spot someone who can use their body properly. And let me tell you -- from what I have witnessed and experienced, you know just how to use your body.”
“Appreciate the compliment and the vote of confidence, but fucking does not equate to dancing.”
I nudged Stone’s shoulder and pushed him to his back. Then, I moved so I was half on his body looking at him before I explained, “Of course it does. Look, before Monday night I couldn’t make this statement, but now I feel I’m qualified to make this judgement. You told me that night when I had doubts about whether I’d be good at it that there was no chance I’d be bad. I’m not being arrogant, but I know I’m a damn good dancer. After we slept together on Monday night you told me I was the best you’ve ever had. If you were being honest when you said that, what do you think the reason for that is?”
Stone froze as something flashed in his eyes.
Uh. Oh.
He quickly recovered and conceded, “Maybe you’re partially right. Being a dancer gives you an edge when it comes to sex. I’m not convinced it works the other way around, though.”
“I am,” I pressed on. “You’re really, really good. You have control over your body, you know how to move, and you seem to be able to deliver more than is expected every single time. I’m confident in your capabilities. You won’t just try it out? We can do it here, with nobody else around.”
Stone gave me a sexy grin and sat up in the bed while keeping me pressed up against his body.
“I’m really, really good?” he asked, his eyebrow cocked.
I rolled my eyes at him.
“It’s spelled H-U-M-B-L-E, Stone.”
He burst out laughing.
Again.
I couldn’t help but let a huge grin spread across my face.
Stone moved quickly and got out of the bed while holding me. He carried me into the bathroom and gently set me down on the bathmat. After turning on the shower, he looked to me and advised, “I’m thinking we should confirm my skills with shower sex.”
I swallowed hard at the thought.
Shower sex.
This could be fun.
“You’re avoiding answering the question and trying to distract me,” I informed him.
He smirked and asked, “Is it working?”
My shoulders sagged, I let out a sigh, and answered honestly, “Yes.”
Then, I put on my pouty face.
Stone’s crooked finger came to rest under my chin while his other hand went right between my legs. He took my mouth with his as he slid one finger inside me.
I forgot why I was pouting.
The hand that had been at my chin was now cupping the back of my head. The finger between my legs was slowly sliding in and out of me. I moaned into Stone’s mouth and brought my hands to his shoulders to prevent myself from falling.
I was getting hot.
The bathroom was steaming up.
Stone was relentlessly torturing me. In a very good way.
He eventually pulled his mouth from mine, but continued to slide his finger in and out of my sensitive body.
“You still upset with me for distracting you?” he gently questioned.
I closed my eyes, dug my fingers into his shoulders, and just felt what he was doing to me. At the same time, I slowly shook my head in answer to his question.
And that’s when I lost him. He pulled his fingers from between my legs.
My eyes shot open and I whimpered.
“Shower,” he ordered.
I stepped in under the spray and Stone followed behind me. He wasted no time. Stone brought his hands under my arms and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and the next thing I knew my back was against the wall of the shower. Stone claimed my mouth again, one hand at my ass, the other at my breast. His fingers dug into the flesh of my bottom while his tongue slipped between my lips and into my mouth.
I ran my fingers through his hair and took what he was giving. I hoped I was giving back as good as I was getting.
When Stone pulled his mouth from mine, we locked gazes. My eyes boring into his. Neither of us daring to look away.
I felt his hardness at my tingling and sensitive core. Finally, I quietly pleaded, “Dance with me.”
Stone pushed inside and I let out a mewl. He swallowed the sound by capturing my mouth again with his. His movements were effortlessly controlled. Slow, unhurried thrusts built me up in no time at all.
“Stone,” I panted as I pulled my mouth from his, surprised at my ability to say his name. “So good…you feel so good.”
His mouth went to my neck, nibbling the skin there. His fingers at my breast slid across the hardened peak of my nipple.
“Oh,” I moaned.
“You’re going to come for me, aren’t you, baby?”
I nodded.
I was.
There was no use denying that it took him a matter of minutes to bring me there. I didn’t care.
“I feel you quivering inside, angel. Take it now because I want to give you more.”
That’s when it happened. I took what he gave me. I wanted it. I wanted to feel every ounce of pleasure this man was delivering. It was overwhelmingly satisfying. I barely had a chance to come down from my orgasm when the speed of Stone’s thrusts picked up and he was building me up again.
“Oh God. I can’t,” I begged as my head fell to the side.
“Look at me, Monroe.”
I brought my eyes to his.
“You can because I’m going to make sure I get you there again,” he assured me, his voice full of promise.
Sure enough, Stone did just that. After a whole lot more tasting, claiming, nibbling, and touching, Stone got me there again. Only, this time, he was right there with me.
Following our morning sex session in the shower, Stone and I made our way to the kitchen for breakfast. It should be noted that before we made our way downstairs for breakfast and were throwing on some clothes that I informed Stone, following said sex session, that I had some reorganizing of Monroe’s-Top-Sex-Positions List to do. Last night’s sex on the couch, with me on top, was still in the number one spot. I wasn’t sure anything was going to top that. I was having a hard time with shower sex, though, and I asked Stone for clarification.
“So, is wall sex the same as shower sex since that was against the wall? Or is different since wall sex can be had without the shower?” I inquired, genuinely looking for a serious answer.
Stone doubled over in a fit of laughter.
I stared at him, my face deadpan. When he glanced up and noticed my seriousness, he tried to reign in the laughter, but I could see a smile tugging at his lips.
“You’re serious?”
“Yes!” I exclaimed.
He walked over to me, pulled me in to hug, kissed the tip of my nose, and answered, “They’re different. You want to experience that, I’ll show you tonight after Lou’s. You want to be at my place or yours?”
My eyes rounded.
“You’ll stay at my place with me?” I asked.
“Why wouldn’t I?” he countered.
I didn’t know what to say. There were a million reasons I could think of as to why he wouldn’t stay with me at my place, but I didn’t choose to share any of them with him. Instead, I shrugged my shoulders and answered, “I’d like to have wall sex at my place tonight.”
Stone broke out in a full-blown grin.
“I’ll have to see what I can do then,” he said. “Come on, let me make you breakfast.”
Stone made me breakfast and I spent a good part of our breakfast conversation trying to convince him to allow me to give him dance lessons. I wasn’t looking to give him formal dance lessons, but I really wanted to dance with him at Lou’s tonight. He wasn’t budging. Stone did his best to let me down gently and moved the conversation to other topics.
We had just finished breakfast when my phone rang. I took a look at the display, saw it was Nikki, and answered.
“Hey, babe.”
Stone, who was standing on the other side of the island loading dishes into the dishwasher, brought his eyes up to mine. They narrowed.
“Listen, I know it’s probably going to be torture for you to pry yourself away from Stone today, but we’ve got shopping to do before tonight,” Nikki declared in my ear.
“We do?” I asked.
“Birthday celebration tonight, mama. We’re making you look hot. Hotter than usual, that is.”
“Okay,” I answered.
“Are you free to go in the next hour?”
“Well, considering I have nobody to offer dance lessons to this afternoon yes, I’m free to go.”
Stone balled his hands into fists and rested them on the countertop as he stared me down. I gave him a wink and smiled.
“I’m going to go out on a limb here and assume you’re referring to dance lessons for Stone. Not surprised that’s not happening, but looking forward to the details of that later.”
“You would be correct. I’m going to agree with you, though, that you’ve got the right idea. I want to get something that’s going to make me look hot. Really hot. I’m thinking lots of leg. Maybe I can be enticing that way,” I said into the phone, knowing I was teasing Stone to a point he was probably not going to like.
He began walking around the island toward me.
“Of course, he loves the legs,” Nikki responded as Stone came up behind me.
He pressed his body into mine, brought a hand to my thigh, and wrapped his other arm across my chest. I was in a pair of shorts and a lightweight tee. His hand began traveling slowly up my thigh, while the other cupped my breast and squeezed.
“Monroe?” Nikki called.
“Um…yeah, Nik…I’m here.”
“Oh my God, is Stone there? He’s attempting to get in your pants while you’re on the phone, isn’t he?”
I let out a moan.
Oh shit.
I was on the phone with my best friend while the man of my dreams was putting his hands all over my body. I just moaned in my best friend’s ear.
“I’m sorry, Nikki. I’m listening.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. Go get some, mama, but your ass better be here in an hour.”
“One hour,” I promised before I disconnected and dropped the phone down on the counter.
“Who are you trying to entice?” Stone whispered in my ear.
The tickle of his breath there sent shivers down my spine.
“You,” I whispered back before I turned my head and kissed his jaw.
“How are you planning on doing that?”
His hands were still moving all over my body. It was incredibly difficult to concentrate on anything, so I was extremely proud of myself when I managed to get out, “Shopping with Nikki for an outfit for tonight’s birthday celebration.”
“Planning to show off your legs?”
I nodded.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
“Will it work?” I asked, my voice full of hope.
“Not dancing, angel. But if something was going to work, it would be the legs,” he assured me before he turned me around, lifted me up, and set me on the island. “Feeling hungry still so I’m going to eat you. You good with that?”
Another shiver ran down my spine.
I nodded furiously.
Stone chuckled and brought his hands to the waistband of my shorts. I leaned back on my palms and lifted my hips so he could pull them off. Then, my shirt was off and Stone’s head was between my legs. After he filled up on me and gave me an orgasm using his mouth, he dropped his jeans and showed me what kitchen sex was all about.
When he finished with me I was on my back on the island and I announced, “I think it’s good I’m going out shopping with Nikki this afternoon.”
Stone was bent over my body. He framed my face with his hands and inquired, “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
“My sex positions list is a mess. I’m going to need a couple hours to get it sorted.”
Stone’s body vibrated with laughter as he dropped his head and nuzzled his face in my neck. “You’re fucking crazy, Monroe.”
“No, I’m serious. If I’m around you, you’ll end up having your way with me again and you’re only going to add to the confusion. I don’t know what I like anymore…it’s all so good.”
“That’s not a bad problem to have. Come on, go get cleaned up and changed and I’ll take you home so you can go shopping. Try not to kill me with the dress tonight.”
I gave him a coy smile and said, “I’ll do my best.”
With that, Stone helped me off the island and I went to get cleaned up and changed so he could take me home.