STELLA

I was going to be honest. I was nervous. I wasn’t sure what Booth had in store for us tonight, whether he was going to make love to me, spank me, tie me up, or throw me in a hole. Who knew, but it did seem he wanted to undress me himself. I took a steadying breath as I waited for him to take off my shirt. I knew we’d done this a few hours ago in this room, but Booth had left his jeans on and mine. I knew he probably had intentions of going further, judging by him standing in front of me in just his sexy, tight black boxers. Damn, he was a sculptured work of alpha biker art.

“Stell, calm down, Honey. It’s just you and me here. No other person, no ghosts. Just Stella and Booth,” he said softly at the same time he pulled up my shirt.

I lifted my arms for him, and the movement only hurt my ribs a little. They weren’t broken this time—Bradley had cracked two of my ribs the first time he ever kicked me.

“Honey, no ghosts,” Booth reminded me, pulling me out of my head.

How he knew what I was thinking was very disconcerting—handy but annoying. I nodded my head just a little, and he threw my shirt on the ground along with his. He then reached out, and his hands found the waistband of my jeans where he deftly dealt with my button and zipper, his eyes never leaving my face. Booth’s willpower was so much stronger than mine was. My eyes had taken in his muscular form so many times already. I felt like a bit of a leech as I continued to watch him as he peeled my jeans from my legs, dropping to his knees to pull the denim away from my feet.

I groaned as I felt wet kisses on my thighs and hips as he made his way back up to stand in front of me. He never took his eyes off mine the entire journey down and up, making me comfortable—not once did his gaze fall on my bruises and wounds. Tears stung the back of my eyes. How could this man be so sweet and then so hard? Standing before him in my red bra and panties, I should have felt exposed, and I’d thought I would, but I wasn’t. This was Booth, and our connection had been there from the first day we met. Though I had known Deck and Ford for years through school and through Zoe, my time knowing Booth had been limited. I had been around the club a few times when Zoe was alive, but it wasn’t until Ford got me the job that Booth and I embarked on our push and pull relationship.

“Very sexy lingerie, Honey,” Booth said, a growl releasing from his throat as he traced the straps of my bra with his fingers. Then he hooked his fingers underneath and slowly and sensually pulled them down until they slipped from my shoulders, the cups still covering my generous C-cup sized breasts. His head dropped, and instead of kissing my lips, his mouth connected with my neck, nipping and sucking at the skin there, and I let out a moan that was worthy of any brothel. His hands weren’t idle as the snap of my bra at the back was suddenly freed, and I felt my bra go slack. The only thing holding it up was his chest against mine. I leant back and allowed the garment to fall to my feet. Still, his eyes stayed on mine as his mouth hovered over my lips, breathing me. God, I loved that he had a name for that. It was our thing now, something I could do that could soothe him. The feeling of elation that it gave me—that Booth needed me, and I was so important to him—was powerful and overwhelming at the same time.

The cool air caused my nipples to harden straightaway, but Booth still wasn’t looking where I wanted him to. He hooked his fingers on either side of my panties and pushed them over my hips and bottom. One hand brushed lightly over my pubis, which I kept well maintained with a neat patch of hair there, not too much, but just enough. I didn’t like the completely bare look, it just wasn’t for me, but Charlotte preferred it, as did Mia.

My barely there red lace knickers fluttered down my legs and onto my feet, and with a small step from each foot, I was free of them. I was completely naked in front of Booth. All my insecurities should have been coming to the surface, but I was good, calm even.

“Are you going to take your boxers off?” I asked in a throaty whisper. I was trying not to let my gaze travel down his heavily muscled chest and drool, determined that if he had the control, then so did I. But damn, I wanted to look.

“That is up to you, Stella. If you want this to keep going, then take them off me. If you just want to lie together in bed and snuggle, then that’s what we will do. I can wait until you are ready for as long as you need. But know this”—he hunkered down so his eyes were level with mine—“if you take them off, we will be making love. And once I get inside you, Honey, I am not giving you back,” he promised. His words turned me on, and my core throbbed. I may be a virgin, but I was no stranger to the feeling.

With shaking hands, I worked my way down Booth’s body, taking my time as I felt each ab, each hard plane of rippled muscle, and his hot skin shivered under my touch. I knew he had tattoos, and I wanted to look at them, lick them even, but the staring thing we had going was so hot. I found myself not wanting to look away as his grey eyes scorched me. My hands slid under the waistband, and I deliberately dipped my fingers a bit too low and skimmed the crack of his arse. His control slipped, and the deep growl that left his lips went right between my legs.

“Oh, Honey, you are playing with fire,” he warned me.

As I quickly finished removing his underwear, my hands had a mind of their own and roamed over his fine, taut arse. His cheeks flexed under the scrutiny, and I suddenly had the urge to turn him around so I could get a look at the deliciousness of it. I had no other arses to go off, but I knew in my bones that Booth’s would be more than delicious. A flash caught my attention over Booth’s shoulder, and what I saw nearly had me moaning like a hooker.

 “Honey? Look at me.”

Huh, wasn’t I already? My eyes were glued to the mirror attached to the back of the bedroom door, which had Booth’s arse showcased in the reflection. I wanted to sass at him that I was looking at him, but I didn’t want to ruin the perfection of the moment with humour or sass. This moment would be etched in my mind for the rest of my life. Shifting my eyes to him again, what I saw took my breath away. The longing and desire in his grey eyes had me nearly dropping to my knees and my pussy weeping.

“Birth control?

Uh, okay, that was an unexpected question. I was thinking more like ‘my mouth on your nipples?’ but okay, we could start with that.

“Yes, the IUD. My periods were so bad I had to go on birth control, but with Mum’s history of cancer, I wasn’t prepared to go on the pill, so I chose that one instead,” I explained, and he just nodded his head.

“I want in you bare, Honey. You okay with that? I am clean and get tested often for life insurance purposes. And I have never, ever forgotten to glove up.”

It didn’t take long to make my decision because trusting Booth had never been an issue. If he said something, it was golden. Trusting him with my heart? I still didn’t know about that, but I nodded my head, mirroring his response to me.

“Hold on, baby,” he whispered before sweeping down and kissing me senseless, so I held on. His arms were around me, pulling me so close to his chest that I could feel his heartbeat. His hands were all over my back, in my hair, then sweeping down over my bare bum. God, he was consuming me. Soon, my lower body was squirming against his hard-as-steel shaft, making Booth growl and groan against my lips. I didn’t know what I was doing really, but my body seemed to understand its need.

“Booth.” I gasped, tearing my lips from his and taking in a deep gulp of air.

His mouth was busy tracing a wet line down my throat and over my collarbone before finally finding his way to my hard nipples. He ducked his head and took one nipple deep into his mouth, sucking hard, and the pulling sensation made me cry out in surprise and delight. Oh, God, that felt awesome. Holy cow! Pornhub could not have prepared me for the sensations that overwhelmed my body. While he sucked and lightly bit one nipple, he worried the other one with his fingers before giving the whole breast a squeeze. I certainly hoped he never stopped doing that. It was pure pleasure, and I was working on orgasming from that alone.

“Jesus, Stella, your tits are a work of fucking art, Honey.”

Oh, thank God for that. I had always thought my breasts were too big and the pinkish brown nipples too round. Ingrid’s breasts were barely there, so I just assumed Booth was a tiny titty kind of a guy.

“They’re not too big?” I asked, groaning as he changed sides and lavished the same attention on the other breast, sucking and nipping at one while fondling the other. Oh, God, I wondered if I could come from just this alone. Yes, I think I could. Moaning loudly, I let my head fall back on my neck and enjoyed everything he was doing to me.

“Never,” Booth growled as he made his way back up my neck and jaw before taking my mouth again in a deep, passionate kiss. Booth liked to kiss and was extremely good at it. He was almost ravenous as he opened his mouth more and deepened the kiss to a whole other level. His tongue danced with mine, demanding entry and dominance. I felt his hand trace down my stomach and find its way to my pussy, my embarrassingly wet pussy.

“Need to taste you, Honey. You okay with that?” I loved that he asked me. There was absolutely no need, but it was so hot hearing him ask that sexy question.

All I could do was nod. I had been waiting for years for someone to do this to me, and here I was, at the age of twenty-two, and the sexiest man alive was going to go down on me. Could someone give me a hell yeah?

“Oh, please, Booth, yes, yes.” Begging? You bet. I had no shame. I had done far too much reading on this over the years, and getting to experience it was high on my bucket list, which Booth seemed to be taking care of in just one night. Let a man undress me—check. Have a man go where no man had been before—stay tuned.

Booth’s smile was smug and knowing as if he could read my mind, dammit. Suddenly, I was lifted off the ground, his hands under my bum as he carried me to the large, king-sized bed positioned in the middle of the room. I normally made this bed for him, and now I was about to help him mess it up. Laying me down on the cool sheets, he followed me down.

“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. Anytime you feel that way, just tell me to stop, okay, Honey?” His voice was laced with concern, and it brought tears to my eyes.

Holding my hand against his cheek, I smiled at him. “You would never hurt me, Booth. I want to experience everything with you, baby,” I reassured him. I didn’t like him thinking he was capable of hurting me. He wouldn’t, not physically. My heart was another matter, but he was doing a damn fine job of healing that.

Getting a slow nod in response, Booth kissed his way down my body, paying extra attention to all my bruises and bumps, caused by either the car accident or my stepbrothers. He kissed and licked them all until he finally arrived at my mound.

“So fucking beautiful,” he said with a groan, French kissing my mound and making my body arch off the bed. Oh, my God.

“Booth.” I breathed just his name. It was all that was needed. I could feel his fingers on my labia, gently opening me to his gaze.

Then I felt it.

His tongue. Holy fucking shit. My core went into a spin. The sensations were nothing short of spectacular, euphoric, utterly amazing.

“Fuck me, Honey—you taste sweeter than honey.”

I nearly laughed at his description, but it came out as a choked sob. His mouth was unrelenting, licking up and down, pushing inside me and swirling. There wasn’t a combination he didn’t use. It was glorious. The urge to see what he was doing was too powerful to ignore, so I pushed myself up on my elbows and watched.

His head down there was the most erotic sight. As Booth noticed I was watching, he brought his eyes to mine, holding me mesmerised as he licked a wet path over my weeping pussy. It was so hot. I felt so wanton, so desired. All of a sudden, I needed to do everything with this man. Spend the rest of my life with him, loving him, and being loved, and a lot more of this with him.

“Is it nice, baby?” I asked. The question came out of nowhere, and it shocked me to say such a thing. The growl that let loose from deep inside his throat, rumbling through my core, gave me the impression Booth liked dirty talk during intimacy.

Grunting a response, which I didn’t understand, Booth opened his mouth, then took my lips between his and sucked them deep into his mouth.

“Oh, fuck, Booth, yes.” Oh God, oh God, it felt amazing. Almost without my consent, my hips moved up and down, encouraging my man to take the intimate kiss to a new level. I wanted to take it there, too. Snaking my hand down my stomach, I watched Booth’s eyes follow its progress as I made my way slowly down to my pussy. Sending a silent prayer that what I was about to do was okay and not too much, I dipped my middle finger around his tongue and inside my opening. Wetting my finger with my juices, I then offered it to him, and he didn’t disappoint me. Letting go of my clit, he took my finger into his warm mouth and sucked hard, swirling his tongue around my finger all while sucking deep, much like he did to my clit. His eyes were feral as he released my finger and moved with lightning speed to cover me with his muscled body.

“That was very fucking hot, Honey. Where did you learn that?” he asked.

I could see he was hanging on by a thread. Did he think I had done oral sex with someone else? Could it be he was jealous? Secretly happy at the thought, I knew I couldn’t tease him.

“Pornhub,” I whispered, shy that I had admitted one of my deep, dark secrets.

“Fuck, yes. That is even hotter.”

Well, okay then. Phew.

“Lick your juices from my lips, Stella. Taste yourself,” he demanded as he lowered his glistening mouth down to me.

Should I? Why not.

Pulling him down with my hand on the back of his neck, I licked his lips. The sweet, salty tang of my arousal was surprisingly not a turn-off. I mean, I wouldn’t be going down on a girl ever, but it wasn’t horrible. Taking care of all the wetness from his lips and chin, I kissed him properly on the mouth. A gentle tease of a kiss.

“You ready, Honey? Ready for my dick to be the one to take you for the first time? The only dick to ever take you?” The deep timbre of his voice was arousing.

“Yes, Booth. I’m yours and only yours.” I moaned into his mouth as I let my legs fall open, and he settled between them.

“Yes, you fucking are.” A low growl followed his words as he held himself at my entrance.

Oh, God, yes. It was happening. Finally.