Stanton Adore (Stanton #1)

Chapter 1

Natasha

His breathing is labored, like he’s gasping for air. My heart races out of control as anticipation of his next move thrills, excites and petrifies me all at the same time. I sigh gently, and my eyes close as I roll my head to the side to allow him greater access to my neck.

“So beautiful,” he whispers. My god, if someone had told me two weeks ago that I would be here, doing this with him in the middle of the night, in a tent with both sets of our parents only thirty meters away, I would have thought they needed their head examined.

I can’t believe it myself. What the hell am I doing? I am way out of my depth.

He smiles into my neck. “Precious girl, can you feel me? Feel how ready you are for me?” He gently and slowly adds another finger into my sex and tenderly takes my erect nipple into his mouth between his teeth and draws his head back.

The wet sound of my arousal hangs thick in the air.

I take a deep breath as my legs instinctively open wider.

My knees bent high, my back arches and my hips gently rotate.

My body takes over as I start to ride his strong thick fingers.

I bear down, needing more. My wet center is blessed with yet another burst of creamy arousal.

His fingers ease in and out, stretching me open, preparing me as he gently runs his open lips back down my neck.

His breath is shaking as he tries to control the raging hormones that threaten his undoing.

He leans up onto his elbow and looks down at me.

“I need this…please…let me make love to you.” He runs the tips of his four fingers over my swollen flesh in a circular motion, grazing my clitoris.

My body jerks in response. His forehead rests against mine and his eyes bore into me, then my breath catches as my eyes close.

“God, I want you, Tash… please… I’ve never wanted anything so much.

” He grazes my neck again with his teeth.

My senses are under assault, my brain ceasing to operate.

Mechanical meltdown. “Josh, you feel so good,” I whisper. I grab his face with both hands and slide my tongue into his mouth. He flicks his fingers against my wet clitoris and my breath catches. My body convulses and I moan in a husky voice that is unrecognizable to my ears.

“I can make it feel better, precious…let me.” I place my hand on his forearm to feel the muscles flex as he rides me with his hands, strong, able, pleasure-giving hands.

His palm circles on my outer lips as his fingers delve deep to massage the front wall of my vagina, a place only he knows where to find.

My eyes roll back in my head and I bring my feet up and place them flat on the ground to bring his fingers deeper.

I’m panting, the orgasm so close I can taste it.

“No,” he whispers and removes his fingers.

“Josh, no,” I whisper. “Don’t stop, baby, please I need this.”

“No, Natasha,” he whispers. He only uses my full name when he’s accentuating his point, forcing his will on me. He tenderly kisses me again, his tongue melting my resistance. “We’ve been doing this every night for a week. I’m giving you multiple orgasms.” He gently bites my neck as I smile.

“Hmmm,” I whisper. “Is there a problem with that?”

“No problem, it’s just…tonight…I need, I need…

” his breath catches, “…something…something more.” His breath quivers as his fingertips find that spot on my clitoris again, circling with precision.

I moan involuntarily and my neck arches, throwing my head back into the pillow. “How does the word penetration sound?”

I giggle into his neck. “Did you really just say that?” He smiles. I know he’s teasing me. “Penetration, really.”

“OK, would you rather I say I’m going to fuck you into next week?

Fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week?

Push into that beautiful tight little pussy of yours with my hard cock?

” He growls into my neck as he hears the crude words he’s just spoken.

They turn me on beyond words and ignite my already boiling blood.

That’s it, the last of my control dissipates. I know I will do anything he wants.

He removes his hand again and dips his tongue into my mouth, kissing me tenderly, loving me.

“Presh,” he pleads. Both of our breathing is labored.

I close my eyes and make the decision I know is wrong.

It’s one that my physical being won’t let me refuse, one that is out of my hands.

I crossed that line in the sand over a week ago.

Moments pass…more passionate kissing. Every fiber of my body is screaming at me, demanding.

I desperately want this beautiful man, needing this connection as much as he does.

I mentally kick myself as I hear the words slip from my lips.

“Make love to me, Josh…I need you too.”

He kisses me possessively as he growls acceptance. “Are you sure?” he asks.

I smile into his kiss. “I’m yours, Josh, take me.”

He bites my neck and digs his hands into my behind.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispers. Goose bumps scatter over my body.

“I will make it good for you, baby, you know that don’t you?

” I nod nervously. His hand slides down my body.

Back between my legs, he skims my pubic hair with the backs of his fingers.

Gently he bites my shoulder as he eases a finger inside me.

I groan with overwhelming need and hunger.

His other hand rises to my breast as he gently squeezes my nipple.

I’m under assault. Losing my mind. My breathing is now in pants as he adds another finger in and out in a circular movement, stretching me, teasing me.

My body oozes another rush of cream. “That’s it, precious girl, can you feel how wet you are for me? ” He gently adds another finger.

“Oww, Josh.” I tense.

“Sh, sh, baby. Relax.” He kisses me deeply as he uses three fingers to gently probe and stretch my tight opening.

It gives me a pleasurable burn. “Oh god, you’re so ready for my cock.

” His crude words push me over the edge.

“Do you have any idea how much I fucking adore you?” he whispers into my ear, and I bring my hand down to feel him.

His hard shaft is oozing pre-ejaculate. I give him a long stroke and then swipe my thumb over the slippery, engorged head.

Feeling every vein on his thick length that I now know from memory.

“Don’t, baby.” He pulls away. “I don’t want to come,” he whispers.

I move up onto my knees to take him in my mouth.

The temptation too great, I need to taste him.

“Stop…now.” He pulls me off him and pushes me down.

He moves his weight onto his elbows as he positions himself over me.

Slowly sliding the side of his shaft backward and forward through my swollen wet lips.

The intimate kissing continues. “We were meant for each other; you know that don’t you?

” I nod and smile. I do know this, without a doubt in my mind.

He nudges the opening of my sex with his large length.

His breath quivers and I know he’s trying to hold himself back, so he doesn’t hurt me. He goes in a little way. Ahh. I tense.

“It’s OK…it’s OK,” he whispers. He kisses me again and I relax. “That’s it, baby, you’re doing great.” His voice is strained but just the sound of it calms me. Shit, this hurts! He pushes again and I tense, oh fuck, this really hurts.

“Take me,” he whispers. “Relax, baby, and take my body, it’s here for you, I’m here for you.”

I slowly start to relax as he pauses to allow my body to adjust to the hard intrusion while running his open mouth up and down my neck.

Our mingled breathing sounds like we are running a marathon.

I can hear the quiver in his breath as he inhales.

God, this is just so unexpectedly intimate.

I can’t control my feelings any longer. I blink quickly to try and stop it.

But it’s too late, a tear escapes onto my cheek.

“Baby, no,” he whispers, mortified that he’s hurting me.

It’s not the physical pain that I’m unable to cope with, but the emotion I feel for this man.

The love I have for him. It’s overwhelming, it’s too much.

He whispers again, “Take me, beautiful girl,” and kisses my ear.

Wanting desperately to please him, I force my legs to open farther and he thrusts deep with one lunge. He’s entirely in. Oh shit, he’s big.

“I’m sorry, precious,” he whispers. “Sshh, sshh, it’s OK, it’s OK, I’m in.” I hold my breath, unable to speak, shocked to my core. This really fucking hurts—what the hell!

“You feel amazing,” he whispers as he stares into my glassy eyes. He stays still, deep inside me, allowing my body to adjust to his brutal length. Kissing me gently, he swipes his tongue through my lips, and I feel my arousal slowly rise back up.

He leans up onto his elbow to look at me and gently wipes my hair off my face. “Do you have any idea what you mean to me?” he whispers into my ear. I gradually relax. Slowly he withdraws and gently slides into me again. I breathe out, overcome with emotion and unable to hide it any longer.

“Josh,” I whisper. His eyes are closed, he’s breathing heavily. “Yes, baby,” he answers, his lips against my cheek.

“I love you,” I whisper. His eyes fly wide open.

“Been a big week, hey?”

My eyes fly up nervously to Simon in my office doorway. I nod and quickly rearrange the papers on my desk. I try to rein in my now-pounding heart, guilt written all over my face. Bloody hell. I need to stop thinking about this shit when I’m at work.

“It has been a big week, Simon. I’m tired. Do you still want to go for that drink?”

He frowns and shakes his head. “Don’t try to weasel out of it. We do this every Friday.”

I give him a resigned smile. “We do. Give me a minute to freshen up, will you?