This Fearless Girl (St. Clary's University #2) - E. M. Moore Page 0,81
anticipation builds.
“I can’t get your taste out of my head,” he breathes. “I’m going to need you to open for me again.”
He discards my panties over the side of the bed, and I do as I’m told, forcing my knees to the mattress in expectation of what I know he can deliver.
He breathes over my pussy, and I clench. He blinks at me, slowly reaching his hand around my body to unclasp my pretty bra. Once he’s discarded it, he cups my breasts, slips back to position, only hovering a scant distance away from my mound. He flicks his thumbs over my nipples before diving forward, tasting me with one long swipe of his tongue.
Dear God, I’m going to always need more of this. I arch off the bed.
Stone closes his eyes and moans, lips sucking as if I’m a delicious nectar made just for him. My body reacts, involuntary tremors moving my hips. He sits back on his haunches, dragging me toward his body with his head bent between my legs in the most erotic picture.
I’m completely at his whim, his hands playing with my nipples and tongue thrusting over my clit.
“Stone, Stone....” I pant. All I can do is run my fingertips up the side of his thighs, digging my fingers in for some sort of foundation.
The greedy sounds that pour from him and his skilled mouth have me rushing toward an orgasm that I try to hold off and fail. I cry out, my pussy clenching. Fuck. He’s so fucking good at oral—brushing soft strokes over me as I come apart in his arms.
He lowers me back to the bed, yanking his boxers down to stroke his cock. He pumps himself from base to tip, devouring me with his greedy stare. “I need you, Dakota. Fuck.”
He prowls closer on all fours until he lines us up. I suck in a breath when he touches my entrance. “Condom?” I blurt.
He blows out a breath. “Birth control?” As soon as he asks, he shakes his head with spitting curses—most likely directed at my neglectful father. He groans, fisting his cock and circling the head over my clit. “Feel that?” he asks raggedly, increasing his tempo.
My answering moan feathers his jaw. This is the biggest tease. He’s right there. I shift up, and he circles my entrance. Groaning hard he hovers over me, supporting himself with one hand. We tease each other with tiny strokes. “We need to make a decision,” he warns.
I lift my hips in response, and the tip of his dick slides in. We both still. I grab his arm, wrapping my fingers tightly around him while he hangs his head, a noise of pure satisfaction escaping his chest.
I rock upward, testing the feel of him with complete and utter disregard for anything else other than Stone Jacobs’ bare cock inside me.
“You’re killing me, Dakota. Tell me what you want before I lose my mind and start fucking you with no control.”
I think through the sex haze. A condom would be ideal, but my relationship with Stone isn’t a fling. It’s not a one and done. Whatever happens between us, it’s for life. I don’t want to deny us this moment, stripping every single barrier between not only our minds but our bodies. It needs to be like this. “Today, I want it like this. I want all of you. Tomorrow…birth control.”
I fix him with a look, and he meets it head on. “Anything for you.”
A quick movement of his hips, and he slides home, stretching me. I drop my head back, taking in the delicious friction. He pulls out, plunging forward until I cry out.
I claw at him, begging him for more, and he gives it to me. He seems to be as affected by me as I am of him, unable to control himself. He pumps wildly, the bed hitting the wall behind us in a strong rhythm.
I wrap my legs around his hips and nearly lose myself when it deepens the penetration. No obstructions between our bodies places us on a whole different level. I give my heart to him between breathy moans and whispered promises.
My climax builds with his solid thrusts. He trembles, reaching between us to rub my clit until I come hard on his dick. “Stone!”
“Oh, thank fuck,” he growls, my body still shattering around him. He pumps inside me, slowing the pace as he studies me. First, my lips, then my eyes and cheeks. “Can I come inside you, babe?”