we should do this.”
She glanced over her shoulder at me, as if checking she’d heard me right. A small smile turned up the corners of her mouth—part suspicion, part unease. I got the uneasy part. The feelings Stella stirred in me were unfamiliar. I’d never spent much time fully clothed with the women I dated. But it was more than just knowing her well that set her apart. It was because Stella was Stella.
Unselfish.
Thoughtful.
Sexy.
There were a thousand things I liked about her.
I lifted her hips and pulled her back so her legs hit the floor. “Like this, I think.” She went up onto her forearms, her breasts grazing the mattress, and I growled at the memory of how they felt in my mouth.
Later.
I reached for a condom. I needed to fuck Stella hard and quickly tonight. Needed to claim her—to make her see what I saw in her.
Leaning over her, I whispered in her ear, “I’m going to make you come so hard, you’re going to forget everything bad and only remember the good stuff.” I wanted her to forget her suspicions and bruised heart. I wanted her to know what being able to trust someone felt like. I slipped my hands over her shoulders, stroking my thumb over the dip at the top of her neck with one hand and then I trailed down the valley of her spine with my other. When I reached the base of her back, I kept going down between her arse cheeks, over her arsehole and into her opening.
She was soaked; her wetness fueling my lust. I was done just feeling her on the outside. I needed to be inside.
I put my thumb in her mouth, had her suck it clean, and then positioned my cock. Instead of taking it slow, I entered her in one hard, fast thrust, pulling her onto me as I pushed forward, getting deep, deep, deep.
She cried out so loud anyone on the lawns outside our window would hear. Hell, most people within a half-mile radius would.
“You’re going to break me in two,” she cried out, her hands bunched full of sheets.
“Never,” I growled.
I pulled back and thrust in again, hard and fast. She let out the same desperate moan, one melting into the next. My balls tightened, and I anchored my hand around her waist. I had to steady her, keep her still, and I needed to be close to her, to feel every vibration across her skin.
“More,” she cried out as I stilled.
I thrust again, not stopping this time before I pulled out and plowed into her over and over. I couldn’t tell who was making which sounds as they bounced off the walls of the room.
Her back arched. “I’m . . . Please. Beck, please let me come.”
This wasn’t the time to make her wait. Our lust and desire had pushed us into a different state of consciousness and orgasm was the only route out. I wasn’t going to be able to hold back anymore than she was.
But the way she asked my permission, the way she had waited for me to say yes before she fully let herself go—it was too much. She was too much.
“Come, baby.” The words scorched my throat, and before the command had fully left my lips, she began to quiver under my fingers. My climax pushed from the base of my spine, spinning, circling, and pressing out and up. It went on and on until I was bursting out of my skin.
I wrapped my arms around Stella’s waist, holding her tight as she bucked underneath me, her orgasm combining with mine as we cried out in unison.
I fell onto the bed, still holding her. Our jagged breathing settled as we found our rhythm.
“Beck . . .”
I waited for her to finish her thought. What would she say? Would she comment on how intense it was? But she left the sentence unfinished, almost as if she expected me to fill the gap.
She twisted in my arms so we were facing each other and placed her palms on my chest. “Far more relaxing than the spa.”
I laughed. “Did you enjoy your day?”
She tilted her head, nuzzling into my body with a sigh. Wanting to commit her contentment to memory, I closed my eyes at the sensation of her breath on my skin. After fucking, my mind was usually elsewhere, either on fucking again or on my emails as I reached for my phone, ready to chase the next development, close the