It was overwhelming, the feeling of having his lips on mine. I’d wondered so many times what it would be like, and experiencing it, I found I couldn’t process the reality. It was all a blur of sensation. The pressure of his lips melding mine, his beard tickling my skin, his tongue tangling with my own. Then, there was the heat. So much of it, everywhere. My body was an inferno, but I never wanted to stop burning.
I moaned, unable to hold it back. Stone’s kiss only intensified at the muffled sound, so I did it again. Before I knew it, I was on my back on the bed, his weight pressing me into the mattress. He felt good there, right, like I had always been missing him.
My hands roamed over every inch I could reach, feeling the hard mass of him. He was so powerfully built, and yet so gentle even as he kissed me deeply. It made me wonder what he would be like if we took things further. Would that power take over, or would he be careful? Or maybe he would somehow create the same incredible balance he did right then.
Just thinking of it turned my desire into a full ache. My hips churned, seeking some relief from the consuming need. Stone was right there, taking his weight off of one arm to clasp my thigh and firmly yank it wider. His own descended into the space he’d made, pressing right against me. I cried out, ripping my mouth from his without meaning to.
“Fuck, Evie,” he groaned, his head descending to my neck. “You feel fucking incredible under me. Better than I imagined, and I imagined it was seriously damn good.”
I wanted to tell him what that meant, to let him know how my heart soared hearing it, but it was as if my body had taken over. That relentless pursuit of relief was all I could manage. I rolled my hips, working my core against his hard thigh.
Stone’s hand moved up my side, my shirt bunching and lifting away in the path of his firm grip. The rough texture of his hands somehow only intensified the sensation as he slowed beneath my chest. It wasn’t even a conscious thought to shift in an encouraging way.
“Bunny, we need to talk,” he said in a rough voice, even as he peppered kisses along my neck that tickled.
“No. Just more.”
“Baby,” he tried again.
“Honey,” I replied, coaxingly.
He groaned but didn’t give in. “I don’t want to ask—fuck, I don’t—but I gotta know what you’ve done before.”
I knew why he needed that, and I knew I had to give it to him. I just hoped my answer wouldn’t be like a bucket of cold water thrown over us both. Just the thought of how he might react had my throat tightening in that all-too-familiar way.
“I…I haven’t…I’ve never…”
Stone’s response was a long, low groan that shot right through me.
“Fuck. Fuck, baby. Fuck, it shouldn’t matter. It shouldn’t make my cock ache to think that no man’s ever had you like this, but it does.”
It was nothing like I expected because it was so much better than I could have hoped.
“Really?” I breathed.
Stone didn’t answer with words. He shifted his thigh from between mine, I was choking out a protest when he pressed his hips into that space. The sensation overtook me first, but my mind cleared enough to see the point he was trying to illustrate. Or, more to the point, I felt it.
He was hard. Even through his jeans and my fabric shorts, I could feel the length of him. And when he rocked against me, I felt it slide against my sex in a way that stole my breath.
“Please,” I moaned.
To my dismay, his hips backed away. I tried to bring my legs up to wrap around him, but it wasn’t enough.
“I need to know what you’re ready for,” Stone said, his voice even though I got the impression he had to put effort into making it that way.
“Anything,” I answered by rote.
“No, baby. Don’t give me the answer your body wants. You haven’t yet, so I need to know what you’re actually comfortable with. I won’t have you waking up tomorrow and regretting this.”
“I won’t.”
“Evie…”
Realizing how serious he was about this, I forced myself to focus on him. Even that only ratcheted up my need. His strong face etched into that mask of concern, his gray eyes awash with it. He’d lifted off of me farther, the cold air replacing his warmth against my heated skin. I lifted up onto a bent arm, too, following him. My free hand came up to cup his cheek.
“There was a time when I was saving myself. I did it because I was taught that it was what was right. But that was a long time ago, long before I even really understood what sex was because I wasn’t taught that. I was just told to be a good girl and not do it. Then, I learned the hard way that a lot of the things I was brought up to believe weren’t true. I figured out how to think for myself, and what I thought was that so much of it was wrong. I have faith in this. I have faith in you.” His head dropped like it pained him to hear that. “I do. This doesn’t feel new. This feels like something you and I have been on the road to for a long time. I trust you, and the only thing I know about sex is that I’ve wanted to take that step with someone I could trust. It’s the only thing that’s held me back since I left home. Now, I have that with you, so I’m ready.”
He leaned in, kissing me softly before pulling away again. “Okay, baby. I hear you. Now, I need you to hear me. I want this, more than fucking anything, but I want to work up to it. Yeah? I want you to have time to enjoy all the build-up you should have, and I want to be in a place where I understand all you just laid out there before we go there.”
“But…” I bit my lip, holding back the words I wanted to say.
“And we sure as fuck aren’t going there if you can’t talk to me,” Stone added pointedly.
Oh, well. There was nothing for it. “It’s just…don’t you…need it?”
Stone gave a single bark of laughter. “Bunny, I’m pretty fucking sure I’m dying not being able to take you right now.” I opened my mouth to argue against waiting then, but he gave me a look that made me shut it again. “I haven’t had a woman in over two years. I can wait a little longer, knowing what I’ll get is better than anything I’ve ever had.”
There went my mouth opening again, but this time to gape at him.
“I…you…you haven’t had sex in over two years?”
He grinned, and I was starting to think he found my stuttering amusing. “I was inside the last eighteen months. Wasn’t exactly getting conjugal visits.”
“But, before that…or…”
“Or since?” he guessed. I nodded. “Before, I was busy. I’m not gonna lie to you. I’ve had a lot of women. You spend time around the club, you’ll notice that part of the crowd that hangs around is women who are looking for that kind of thing. Used to be, I got a taste, I’d take care of that. But that shit gets old. I found I got the taste less and less. Except the fucking hunger I got being around you. And you came back into my life the same day I got out. Not just anything can satisfy that craving, so I’ve never tried to slake it with something else.”
Wow. I didn’t know what to do with that besides feel the immense sense of relief at those faceless women I’d been picturing him with over the last weeks disappearing from my mind.
“Now,” he went on, “you going to give me a taste to show me just how right I was that you’d be sweeter than all the rest?”
With just that, the need came crashing over me again, pulling me into its depths.
“Yes.”
Stone eased me back down, following me. His lips were a hair’s breadth away from mine when he whispered, “Good.”
This time, gentle wasn’t the word that came to mind. Instead, it was like he was truly consuming me. He was hungry, and it was right there in his kiss and the way his hand retraced its path up my side without stopping. He cupped my breast as his mouth descended. First, down my neck, then dipping below my bunched shirt to wrap his lips around my nipple and sucking.
The pull and the wet warmth of his mouth shot right down between my legs. Like he knew how much I needed it, one of his hands moved down to cup me there. His palm landed right where I needed it, pressing right over my clit.
“Stone!”
He responded by rubbing in circles as he grazed his teeth over my trapped nipple.
“Honey,” I whined.
He tore his mouth away from me and groaned into the valley between my breasts. “Fuck, baby. I can feel the heat of you through these fuckin’ shorts.”
I might have been embarrassed if I wasn’t losing my mind.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded.
“Not a fucking chance.”
In a move worthy of awards, he slid his hand into my shorts, sliding through the wetness he’d created. His fingers went right to my clit, circling fast and pressing hard.
“Oh. Oh. Oh,” I chanted, losing the ability to form full words.
“So wet. Shit. You’re so wet for me.”
He really needed to stop talking. I couldn’t handle his rough voice saying such dirty things to me.
“Don’t want to stop, but I need these fucking things off you,” he said, tugging on my shorts to make a point. “I want my mouth on that sweet pussy. I want to make you fucking scream for me while I tongue your cunt.”
Did I say he needed to stop? He absolutely did not. I was pretty sure just his words could get me there.
Though, when he got my shorts off and shouldered his way between my thighs, I forgot all about words. His words were only the beginning of the magic he could work with his mouth. Every flick of his tongue was better than anything I’d ever given myself. The pleasure was mounting and building toward something I wasn’t sure I could even handle.
“Honey,” I called again, feeling an edge of panic at being right at that edge.
Stone didn’t stop. He pushed me right over when his tongue moved lower and pressed inside. I shattered in a haze of sensation and blinding light. My hips brokenly shifted against his face as my hands gripped his hair tightly to anchor me.
By the time any concept of what was happening came back, Stone was beside me again, his arms holding me close.
“Good?” he asked, a smug tone to his voice.
I should have called him out on getting a big ego, but he’d earned it. Instead, I just nodded. He kissed the top of my head and held me while the aftermath passed.
For the rest of the afternoon, we stayed right there in bed. We talked and dozed. We even ate there after he ran downstairs to make us a couple sandwiches. He made me come again—with his fingers this time. And hours later, when I fell asleep in his bed with him, I decided that maybe alcohol wasn’t so bad.