Chapter 22 #2
“Fuck, baby. Fuck!” I shout, my orgasm pulling tight in my core and tingling all over until it finally detonates, every part of me splintering into a million pieces as I shoot thick, scorching ropes of cum into her.
My entire body convulses, my fists clenching around anything within their grip, so I don’t float away.
It’s the most euphoric pleasure I’ve ever experienced in my life.
I’m so lost to it that I barely register when she comes again, only catching on when the pressure from her rippling walls causes an almost painful overstimulation.
Involuntary tremors rack my frame, my back teeth sinking into my tongue until, finally, it begins to fade away.
Slowly, I float back down to earth, fighting through the fog that clouds my vision as soon as I’m able to peel my lids open.
Stella lies there, completely spent, her dark curls a knotted mess against the pillow.
Her cheeks are red and damp with sweat, heavy breaths making her chest rise and fall rapidly as she attempts to recover. She’s never been more beautiful.
I lean down, pressing my lips to hers in a passionate kiss.
She barely has the energy to reciprocate, despite her efforts, and I chuckle at how exhausted she is.
She’s on her own, though—because I feel like going for round two already.
It’s possible that my thirst for this woman will never be fully quenched, so I hope she’s prepared to be ravaged every chance I get.
“Are you okay?” I ask, lazily thrusting my hips because I just can’t stop.
The feel of my cum inside her wakes up the most possessive part of me, wanting to do everything I can to push it in further.
I want to be leaking from between her thighs for days.
Every time she walks, I want her to feel me—and to be brought right back to this moment.
She hums a contented sigh, her lips tugging into a smile. “I’m perfect. I fantasized about that so many times over the years. Nothing comes close to the real thing, though.”
I raise a brow. “Is that why you have a drawer full of fake dicks? You were trying to replicate what you got from me?”
She groans, an adorable cringe scrunching up her nose. “Can we not talk about those? It’s bad enough that you saw them at all.”
I grin cockily. “Well, get used to it, Wild Girl. Because they just became my new teammates. I plan on fucking you with every last toy you own. We have a lot of lost time to make up for.” Pulling my softening cock from her swollen pussy, I look down to watch as my load leaks out.
Unable to accept the idea of wasting a single drop, I reach down, scooping it up and carefully stuffing it back where it belongs.
She whimpers softly, her eyes fluttering closed as though she loves the idea of being marked by me as much as I do.
My eyes slide back up her soft, flawless skin, connecting with her sleepy gaze.
“You tired?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
Stella used to wake me for sex whenever I stayed over and she couldn’t sleep.
She swore that it was magic, the way she could go from wide awake to completely exhausted after a couple of orgasms. It’s crazy how far back my memories with her go.
I laugh. “Remember that last summer? You bet me that I couldn’t name five Bella Simon songs, which I did—easily, by the way—and you agreed to be free use for an entire forty-eight hours?” I smirk. “I fucked you so many times, I thought my dick was going to fall off.”
Her cheeks heat, her coy expression making me hot all over.
“I do. I acted like it was such a hardship, but I secretly liked it. Waking up to you inside me, not knowing how long it had been going on, was so hot. And almost getting caught riding you in your front seat while we waited for Jackson’s baseball game to end… what an adrenaline rush.”
I pretend to be shocked, but I already knew all of that.
Stella and I were a perfect match when it came to sex.
I may have been the one suggesting new things most of the time, but she was always down to try them.
The months before we went off to school were full of exploration, and I haven’t forgotten a thing.
Hopefully, we can continue learning about each other, not that I’m any different.
I was obsessed with fucking her any way she’d let me back then, and after having her just once, I know I still am.
“Good to know,” I say, pressing another chaste kiss to her lips before I stand from the bed and extend a hand in her direction.
“Let’s get you in the shower. I’m guessing Austin will be back from Theo’s soon.
All he has to do is look back here, and he’ll see my truck, so we should probably be dressed, just in case. ”
She blows out a breath, allowing me to pull her up.
“We have to tell him. I’m sure he’ll be supportive of whatever happens with us, but this is his house, and I don’t want him to feel like I’m taking advantage or sneaking around.
” Her gaze lowers to the floor, hands immediately clasping together nervously.
“And we should probably…talk. I know we can’t fix everything overnight, but I want you to know that I’m in this.
I’ll do whatever it takes to prove that I’m not going to hurt you again. ”
I curl my pointer finger under her chin, lifting so she’s looking up at me.
Her eyes fill with tears, and I shake my head reassuringly.
“We’ll take it one day at a time. If something scares you, let’s talk it out instead of acting on impulse.
I want to trust that you won’t leave when shit gets hard, and I want you to trust that you have nothing to worry about.
But that can’t happen if we don’t communicate, right? ”
“Right,” she replies with a sweet, watery smile. God, I’m still just as gone for her as I was when I was eighteen. “One day at a time.”