happy I am that suddenly the years of waiting have proved worth it. I have her with me—and it’s only been one night.
I run my finger down her spine and she murmurs something, swatting at me and rolling to her side. I chuckle, spooning her from behind, my hand sliding between her breasts. She sighs and rocks back.
“I’m going to make you breakfast,” I whisper.
She hooks her leg back over mine and locks me to her. “Not yet. And I’m not a breakfast person anyway.”
“You need your energy if we’re going to keep last night as the gold standard of our relationship.”
Twice in bed. Once on the kitchen counter when we thought we were hungry but had a hard time keeping our hands to ourselves. Deciding on a shower, I took her against the shower wall. Talk about easy cleanup. In all my years of being sexually active, I’ve never had shower sex. Although I don’t find it as great as having an entire bed to roll around in, Stella seemed impressed that I could hold her up the entire time, which earned me a blow job two hours later when she woke me.
My cock slides between her ass cheeks, happy to stay there all day. I kiss her shoulder, my fingers running down the valley of her breasts, inching closer to between her legs. “Are you sore?”
She moans. “Not enough that I’m going to stop you.”
I smile against her dark skin, my hand sliding her hair out of the way, and cast kisses to the back of her neck. She sighs like she did last night when I used an ice cube on her in the kitchen. My fingers circle her clit slowly, lazily, leisurely, hoping to drive her crazy. I’ve tested how she likes to be played with and slower seems to be better. When I concentrate on her clit, she usually comes quickly, coating my fingers.
She rocks back into me and I straighten out my cock so it slides between her legs, the slick wetness there. I lower my body, my lips casting small kisses down her back, ready to flip her so I can nestle between her legs, but she turns around, pinning me to my back and straddling me.
“Have I mentioned I’m kind of a control freak?” She smirks, inching up and positioning my cock so she can sink down on me. She places my hand between her legs. “Feel free to continue though.”
My thumb circles her clit and she leans back, her hands on my kneecaps with her tits on full display, making my mouth salivate.
“I like this side of you.”
She pumps up and down on me, unapologetically stealing her pleasure. I’m not complaining—the visual alone has me thinking of fire safety and my routine when I enter a burning building, so I don’t come before she gets off. Her tits are so tempting, bouncing and jostling above me, the nipples peaked. I grab one, pinching her nipple between my finger and thumb.
She bolts up and smiles. “Do it again.” I do and she groans, rocking her hips. “I’m so close, don’t stop with my clit.”
I increase the speed just a little and her walls constrict around my dick. I don’t lighten up and my hand falls from her breast to her hip, gripping it to help her get high up on my cock so she can feel my tip pound into her sweet spot.
She falls forward, her eyes hooded with lust as her hands splay on my chest, pumping up and down, grinding her clit on my pelvic bone. I watch her come and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed. Porn has nothing on Stella Harrison.
I suck her nipple into my wet mouth, and she takes my head, pushing it into her. Tensing, she clenches my cock so hard from the inside that I almost come right there. She falls on me and I roll us so she can lie on her side. Holding her leg up, I slide back into her from behind, pounding in and out of her.
“I’m never gonna have enough of you,” she says, panting.
“Good, because you’re stuck with me forever,” I say, losing control and coming inside her. My dick softens a bit and I roll onto my back, catching my breath. “Man, I think you used and abused me there.”
She giggles, getting up to go to the bathroom. “Men might wake up with morning wood, but that doesn’t mean women don’t wake up aroused too.”
“I’m