Chapter 35 Stella
THIRTY-FIVE
STELLA
“Hurry up, or I’ll fuck you right here on this doorstep,” Emmett says, his lips and tongue heating up the chilled skin on my neck as I attempt to unlock the door.
After he proposed at the club, our friends—who had been watching the entire exchange—rushed our way, showering us in hugs and congratulations.
We danced and laughed, closing the place down before going our separate ways.
Emmett couldn’t keep his hands off me in the back of the Uber, and now that we’re alone, his patience has fully run out.
“Well,” I taunt, throwing my ass back into his erection, “what’s stopping you?
Certainly not me—not that I have a say, anyway.
” The free use agreement we have with one another has been everything I hoped it would be.
He’s taken me in lots of random places, using my body to make himself feel good, no matter how busy I am.
It’s so hot that at this rate, I’m not sure I’ll ever put an end to it.
“Fucking hell, Stella,” he growls. “I’m trying to make this night about you, but keep pushing me, and I’ll drag you right to the street so whoever drives by can see what a needy slut you are.
” My clit pulses between my thighs at the thought, his words spurring me to move faster as I try again, finally managing to punch in the entry code.
A faint click echoes in the air, and I twist the handle, pushing my way into the guesthouse.
After that, we’re a mess of hands and mouths, touching, kissing, and licking everywhere as we attempt to undress each other.
We’re bumping into walls, items from the tables we pass falling and crashing to the floor, but the only thing we’re focused on is making it to the bedroom so we can get the relief our bodies are begging for.
By the time we make it through the doorway, we’re in only our underwear, everything else scattered on the floor wherever it was torn off.
My nipples are painfully erect under my bra, the abrasive lace rubbing against the peaked buds and making me squirm.
The matching white thong is utterly soaked, sticking to my sensitive skin more every time I rub my thighs together.
Emmett’s cock is like stone, pressing against my lower stomach and making me ache with desperation as his mouth continues to devour mine.
“On the bed,” he says, lifting me by the hips and tossing me onto the mattress without even giving me a choice.
Not that I need one. I’m exactly where I want to be, splayed out for my man as he looms over me with fire in his eyes.
He sheds his boxer briefs in a flash, my mouth watering uncontrollably when his gorgeous cock slaps up against his stomach.
I want to taste it, suck it, choke on it until every last breath has been depleted from my lungs.
But by the ravenous look on his face as he hungrily removes my bra, I have a feeling that won’t be happening any time soon.
Emmett’s nimble fingers curl around the sides of my panties, working them down my thighs.
He brings them to his nose, inhaling deeply as his eyes roll back.
“You smell incredible,” he rasps, causing blood to rush between my legs, hammering everywhere as my fingers clench the sheets at my sides.
He sees the motion—the way I’m so goddamn horny that I could scream—and tosses the scrap of fabric aside before planting his face exactly where I need him.
There’s no teasing. No kissing and nipping to work me up.
Instead, he flattens his tongue on my entrance and drags it upward, wrapping his lips around my aching pearl.
“Em,” I moan, the nickname roaring from my chest. “Fuck, baby. That feels so good.” He sucks in tight pulses for several seconds before fluttering gently, the change in pressure driving me wild as my fingers grip the hair at the crown of his head.
He uses his thumbs to spread me, pulling the delicate skin that covers my clit away.
The cool air in the room mixes with his hot breath, and suddenly, I’m teetering on the edge of my orgasm, ready to be pushed into oblivion like only he knows how.
“Please. Please. Please,” I chant as he ghosts barely-there licks against my exposed nub, the repeated plea obviously falling on deaf ears because seconds later, he’s gone, leaving me a pathetic, whining mess as he stands to his feet.
My entire body shakes with need, but he just chuckles, clearly enjoying my desolation.
“Don’t worry, wife,” he says, putting even more unwelcome space between us as he makes his way to the nightstand, pulls out several toys, and places them on the bed next to me.
“My friends and I are going to take good care of you tonight.” The misery I was feeling just moments ago fizzles out, only to be replaced by pure excitement as I think of what’s to come.
Emmett and I experimented with vibrators and other items the summer before we went to college, but I’ve built up quite the arsenal since then.
I’ve only ever used them on myself—usually while fantasizing about him—so I know whatever happens tonight will be mind-numbing.
I can’t speak, desperate breaths pushing from my lungs as my chest rises and falls rapidly.
My thighs are practically glued shut, creating just enough friction to dull the throbbing between them.
It’s a battle of wills—me trying to get my mouth to form anything that resembles a request, and him taunting me relentlessly with the unspoken promise of delivering the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
Finally, the words dislodge from my throat, slicing through the air between us.
“I need it, Emmett,” I whimper loudly. “Make me come.” I don’t care that I sound utterly pitiful.
I’ll do whatever it takes to get what I’ve wanted since we were dancing together at the club.
The entire evening was like the most torturous foreplay, culminating with his proposal after I made sure the entire place knew that he belongs to me.
He smirks, the corners of his mouth lifting slowly as he crawls onto the bed, taking a curved vibrator and pressing the power button. It comes to life, buzzing quietly as he starts at my collarbone and drags it downward.
“You’ll come, baby,” he vows as he continues, the soft tip of the toy skating between my breasts and to my navel.
“You’ll come so good, you won’t even know where you are.
You’ll tell me you can’t go for another second, but I know you, Stell—better than you know yourself.
And I can’t wait to spend an eternity making this beautiful body sing for me. ”
My legs spread wide, hips lifting from the mattress on their own accord and meeting the vibrator just as he skims it over my clit.
I sigh in relief, relaxing when he gives me the perfect amount of pressure, circling the head around my sensitive bundle of nerves as pleasure gathers deep within me.
The orgasm that had faded away minutes ago blooms right back to life under his control.
It’s everything, the delicious pulsating making me drip, my breaths getting tighter and more rapid as my release barrels toward me.
I expect him to pull away—to torment and edge me until I scream—but he doesn’t.
Instead, he dips down, pressing soft kisses to my neck while gentle praises ricochet off every nerve ending.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.
Let go for me, Stella. Let go for your husband.
” That’s all it takes for me to detonate, my orgasm slamming into me like a hurricane as I fall into pure bliss.
My pussy spasms, contracting around nothing while I ride it out, wave after wave of pleasure washing over me until finally, it begins to ebb away.
He turns off the toy, tossing it aside as I slowly float back to awareness.
“I love making you feel good,” he whispers, brushing his lips over mine before he reaches back and plucks another item from the mattress.
As soon as it sweeps along my slit, gliding easily with how wet I am, I know what it is.
It’s the closest I ever came to Emmett’s length and girth, although it wasn’t quite perfect.
The dildo is dense, yet soft, the texture meant to mimic that of real skin.
I’ve fucked myself with it more times than I can count, trying to recreate the way he filled me, knowing I never truly could.
“Mmmmm,” I hum, enjoying the slide of the toy along my seam. He enters me slightly before pulling back, but the stretch is just enough to have me desperate for more as I whimper quietly. He obliges, feeding it into me inch by inch until the base is flush to my throbbing core.
He gazes down, his eyes locking onto the connection.
“Look at that sweet little cunt, so full of cock. Is this how you got yourself off without me, Wild Girl?” He retreats until the head is between my lips, driving forward slowly as he sets an even tempo.
I moan, consumed by pleasure until his warm breath puffs against my ear.
“Answer me,” he demands. “Did you use this dildo to fuck your tight little pussy while I was away? Tell me who you thought about while you did it—whose face you saw when you came undone. Please, Stella. Fuck.” His words are choked, the desperate plea of a man who just wanted to be everything to the woman he loved.
Of course, he was. Even through all my bad choices and the mistakes I’d give anything to take back, one thing remained true.
“You, Em,” I reply on a gasp as he continues moving the toy in and out, the pressure building in my core until it’s so intense that I could snap at any moment. “It’s always been you.”
“Good fucking girl.” He crashes his lips to mine in a passionate kiss, his tongue plunging inside like he wants to taste every single part of me.
My hand shoots up, curling around the back of his neck and holding on for dear life, anchoring myself to him as I finally erupt.
The orgasm is strong, each muscle in my body shaking as it rushes through me, Emmett never pulling back as he greedily swallows my rapturous screams.
He slows his movements, leisurely thrusting the dildo in and out, wringing every last drop of cum from my body.
I’m lightheaded, tingling from head to toe as I sink into the soft sheets with a sigh.
The fact that he brings me such world-altering pleasure without even having to try is insane, but he does it every time.
He was telling the truth when he said he knows me better than I know myself, and I trust him wholeheartedly with everything I have.
“I love you so much, baby,” he whispers, leaning forward and wrapping his lips around my hardened nipple.
My inner walls clench around the toy as he sucks, pleasure still somehow buzzing through my limbs even after two intense releases.
It feels incredible, but I’m done with the cheap imitations. I’m ready for the real thing.
“I love you too,” I moan. “Please, Em. I need you. I want to feel you inside me.”
His quiet chuckle reverberates against my skin, and he looks at me through his lashes before letting go with a soft pop.
“But I’m not done playing. There’s still a whole drawer full of toys I need to try out.
” He slowly pulls the dildo from my pussy, holding it up as it glistens with my arousal.
“And by the looks of it, you aren’t having a bad time, either. ”
“You’re right, I’m not,” I agree, flipping us over so I’m on top of him.
He barks a laugh as I straddle his hips, stretching as far as I can to open the nightstand drawer.
Rooting around, I find the items I’m looking for, pull them out, and hold them up so he can see.
“But I bet it would be even more fun if we both got in on the action.”