STELLA

“Baby, I’m here. Wake up, baby, wake up for me.”  I woke up to the most gut-wrenching sound of Booth crying and sobbing. When I turned on the bedside lamp, I couldn’t see him in the bed. He was down on the floor, naked and curled into himself, his face damp with his tears. It only took me a few seconds to figure out what was going on, but to hear him cry… no, scream out his brother’s name in his sleep, yelling that he was holding his own brother’s torn-off limbs in his arms was heart-shattering. So I waited and just held his face in my hands, crooning to him until he came back to me—which he did, thank God. But when he got back into bed with me, after a lot of coaxing on my part, he refused to talk about it. He just held me in a tight embrace and stayed awake for the rest of the night.

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I turned around and pushed my head back so the hot water washed my head and hair. I left Booth in bed after he finally fell asleep an hour ago, and I didn’t want him to wake up until he had some rest. I had the spa day with the girls today, and I had two minds not to go. It didn’t seem right to go off and have a fun day after the events of last night or, should I say, the early hours of this morning.

“You are going, Stella. End of story.”

I let out a shriek at Booth’s voice. “Holy hell, handsome. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” I grabbed my chest and tried to calm my breathing. He was gloriously naked. Booth motioned for me to step deeper into the shower stall so he could get in with me. Hmm, yes, please.

“You are going, Honey. You need this, and I need you to do this,” he said as he took me in his arms, and his wide muscled chest crushed to my breasts.

“Did I say that aloud?” It was a bad habit of mine, but I was sure I didn’t say the words this time.

“No, Honey, you have so many tells, and when you started to munch on that delectable bottom lip of yours, I knew you were trying to talk yourself out of something.” His hands travelled down my back to my bum. His fingers slipped down into my crack and …

Oh, yes, that feels good. He wanted to go there and had told me as much. And I wanted to, I did, but I had some reservations, mainly that it would hurt like a bitch. Booth assured me he would use lube and go easy, and if I really didn’t want him there, he would stop straightaway. I knew that he would, I trusted him explicitly, but I just didn’t want him to do it and think gross thoughts that would turn him off about other things, too.

“Stella, stop it.” He almost growled but continued to circle my puckered hole with his slicked finger.

It really did feel good. I moaned when the tip of his little finger penetrated my opening just the smallest bit. “Oh, Booth.” My moan was low and deep, so deep it didn’t sound like me.

“Honey, turn around and hands on the wall.” The deep roughness of his voice pulled at my core, and if I wasn’t turned on before, I was now.

I complied immediately, anxious to see how good this really was going to be. I mean, seriously, his beautiful cock was so much bigger than his pinkie.

Booth ran his fingers up to my pussy, and I knew I was soaked by now, his grunt of approval confirming my suspicions.

“Fuck, Honey, you are so wet. Is the thought of my cock in your virgin arse turning you on, Stella?”

I couldn’t speak. Only moans were coming from of my mouth.

“Words, Stella.”

I felt a light slap on my butt cheek. Holy shit! That was … nice. “Yes, baby,” I whispered, my voice raspy. It still didn’t sound like me. Damn, what was this man doing to me?

“That’s my girl.” Booth rewarded me with a plethora of kisses down the back of my neck, his warm, wet lips sending chills where chills were appreciated. My core throbbed with such need. His hands left my pussy. Missing the sensations instantly, but not for long as he snaked around to my front, and suddenly, my nipples received attention from his strong hands. I couldn’t hold my head up, so I dropped it back to hit Booth’s strong shoulders as my whole body went to jelly.

“Fuck, I love your tits, Honey.” The words were growled into my neck before he delivered a small, stinging bite, immediately lathing the sting with his clever tongue.

Hmmm, that was nice. Apparently, I had a liking for rough play. Ha. Who knew? I was not idle during Booth’s exploration of my body. My hips were busy grinding hard into his steel length, and every now and then, I felt his cock slide between my cheeks. Yeah, everything he was doing was nice.

“Do you want my cock in there, Stella? Can I take you there and make you all mine for all eternity?”

Oh, wow, I loved sexy talking Booth.

“Uh-huh,” I agreed without hesitation. Take me, Booth. Take me now. But the words stayed lodged in my throat, not able to pass the huge ball of desire that was in the way.

Leaving my breasts, Booth’s hands found the soap in the built-in soap dish and lathered his hands.

“You’re being such a good girl, Stella. Now I am going to take what is mine,” he whispered into my ears, his teeth grazing my earlobe.

Oh, Lord have mercy, I was going to come just from his sexy growls, whispers, and grunts. He was so vocal during sex, talking about what we were doing and how it felt for him. It drove me crazy, but in a good way, and he loved it when I did it back. At first, I felt silly, but once I got going, I discovered I could be a naughty girl when the moment called for it.

“Take it, baby. Make me yours for all eternity,” I begged. Taking one hand off the wall, I slid it down to my breasts. I avoided the lump and headed straight for my nipple. It was painfully erect from Booth’s administrations just moments before, but I didn’t care. I needed to come.

“Fuck, Honey, yes, play with yourself. I fucking love that you do that for me,” Booth murmured as his soap-slippery hands made a daring path up and down my crack. He paid close attention to my anus, his finger lightly moving in and out of it. It was weird but at the same time incredible.

I gasped when I felt him add another digit. It felt fuller now, and even though there was a slight burn, it still felt nice.

“Fuck, Booth, that feels so good.” Not able to help myself, my hand left my nipple and reached behind, searching out for Booth’s cock. The hard shaft was not difficult to miss, and it felt bigger somehow. Oh, my God, was it going to fit?

Booth chuckled against the nape of my neck. “Yeah, baby, it will fit,” he assured me, humour colouring his tone.

Seriously, I said that aloud? This man was rendering me idiotic. Word vomit was fast becoming a problem for me.

“Ready, Honey?”

Did he expect an answer? Because I couldn’t think straight let alone talk, so I nodded my head up and down to let him know that I was indeed very ready.

With one hand on my hip, Booth guided his cock to my entrance, his hand trapping mine—we were doing this together all the way. As his tip breached me, I froze as my body naturally tried to stop the invasion. It burned, and I was not going to lie, it hurt like a motherfucker. I tried to pull away, but Booth’s strong hand held me still.

“Shh, Honey, it’s okay. If you really want me to stop, I will, but if you stick with me for just a little longer, I promise it will get better for you,” Booth pleaded. He was having trouble getting the words out, too, and the strain evident. His words calmed me because I knew Booth would never do anything deliberately to hurt me, and it had felt good when he used his finger.

So I relaxed my body and looked back over my shoulder at my man. His face was a picture of controlled desire, his grey eyes hooded, and his neck muscles strained. Oh, fuck me, he was sexy. And mine.

“Keep going,” I said, giving him the trust I knew he needed.

A beautiful smile graced his face. Booth looked down to where we were becoming one and pushed forward slowly. I was beyond happy he wasn’t just thrusting in hard and fast. Vegas told me some horror stories she’d experienced with anal before she’d hooked up with Darth, and let me tell you, they did not sound like fun times.

“Push back, Honey, push into me,” Booth said through clenched teeth, and I could hear the control in his voice slipping slightly.

Oh, I liked the thought of Booth out of control because of me, so taking a deep breath, I pushed my bottom back into his groin, and his cock just slid into my back channel. There were no words to describe how full I felt then. It was too much, yet not enough. I wanted more, yet I wanted him out. Just so much.

“Oh, fucking hell, Stella, this is so beautiful. Oh, yes, you are choking my cock with your tight hole.” And then he was moving slowly in and out. The burn was still there a bit, but it didn’t hurt anymore. It was so different from when he was in my pussy. I felt exposed, taboo, and it was empowering, too. Booth’s grunts and moans thrilled me, heightening my arousal and urged me to use my new-found power.

“I need more, Booth, I need—” What did I need? There was desperation, something, that bubbled at the surface, and I wanted to grab it even though I didn’t know what it was. And I wanted it to consume me, all of me.

“Show me, Honey, show me what you need,” Booth begged.

I could feel his body trembling against me as he held on by a thread, and I knew he was going to come, but not before me. Never before me. Knowing what would get me there, I took his hand from my hip and guided it along with my own to my throbbing, aching clit. While Booth played with my clit, I pushed my finger in and gasped when I could feel his thick shaft on the other side of the thin barrier of skin. I never dreamed I would ever want to do this let alone actually do it. It was so naughty, so erotic. Booth moaned when my finger slid along his cock still working in and out of me slowly. I turned my head to the side and watched my man’s handsome face as he started to fall apart. His finger left my clit and joined mine, and together, we worked my climax from me.

“Booth.” I moaned long and deep as my orgasm ripped through my core and took me hard, clenching around our fingers. I came and was still convulsing when Booth released an earth-shattering roar as his seed burst inside me. His cock was hard and pulsed as he released every single drop into my body. It felt totally different than when he came in my pussy. This way, I felt uncomfortably full. All too soon, and without warning, Booth slipped from my hole and turned me in his arms. His lips captured mine in an all-consuming wet tongue kiss. I kissed him back with so much fervour and raw passion that I surprised myself. This man was my life, my heart, and my soul.

I would do anything for him.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you are marrying me, woman.” He growled against my lips, making me smile against his mouth.

“Okay, baby, if you say so,” I answered, then I opened my mouth over his, wrapped my arms around his back, and kept kissing until the water finally ran cold.