Chapter 15 Stella #2
It would have been a pleasant dinner, except that it had been interrupted by two phone calls.
One from the police letting me know the full report on my bakery was done and they hadn’t made any new progress in finding who did it.
The second phone call was Tammy calling Axel to see how I was doing, since she didn’t have my number.
Axel had only picked up in the first place because he was worried that he’d forgotten he had a shift tonight.
After we cleaned up from dinner, Axel crossed the room and wrapped his arms around me. His body enveloped mine, easing some of the tension that had been coiled tight inside me for weeks. It felt like a layer of pressure finally lifting.
“Do you want me to start a bath so you can relax tonight?” he asked as I tried to burrow deeper into his warmth.
Did I want to relax? Absolutely. Did I want to do it in the bathtub? Not unless he was in it with me.
There had been kisses and soft touches, along with a few hard-core make-out sessions, but nothing beyond that. I knew he was holding back because of everything that had happened, trying not to push me. But standing there in his arms, all I could think was that I wanted more.
This was my chance. Now or never.
“I can think of another way I would rather relax and de-stress.” I put on what I hoped was my best flirting and seductive face as I stared up at him.
“?lskling,” he said softly, moving his hand up to stroke the side of my face.
“What does that mean?” I asked, staring up at him.
“It is like sweetheart…but stronger,” he replied.
“Stronger?” I asked, not sure what he meant.
“It’s what we call the person who means the world to us and we would do anything for.”
Oh, wow.
My heart fluttered as a quiet thrill moved through me.
This man made my stomach do somersaults, but at that endearment, my belly went into a full-blown butterfly festival of excitement.
He grinned at me, his fingers moving into my hair as he sifted through my long strands.
Lifting up on my tiptoes, I pressed my lips against his, trying to convey my message to him physically since I wasn’t sure verbally was doing the trick.
He kissed me back, but I could tell he was holding back. I released his lips begrudgingly and pulled back so I could say something, but he beat me to it.
“Be sure, Stella.” His voice was calm, but there was a hoarseness to it that told me he was holding on to his control by a thread.
“I’m one hundred percent sure.” And I was. I’d never been more sure with any other sexual partner I’d had. There was just something about him that I felt drawn to.
Apparently, that was good enough for him.
His hands moved from my face and around my waist to the front of my blouse.
He took his time unbuttoning my shirt, as if savoring the slow process.
One by one, his hands grazed over my breasts as he moved his way down to the last button. You could have heard a pin drop.
The air around us was dry and crackling, but the space between my legs was growing wetter by the second, and he was barely touching me.
He shifted and slowly maneuvered my shirt over my shoulders and down my arms. It was so slow that every brush of his fingers triggered sparks down my skin.
“Fuck, vad snygg du ?r.”
I had no idea what he had said, but his voice was reverent and provocative.
“What does that mean?” I asked, barely able to get the words out as he ran his fingers over my bare stomach, his fingers sending bursts of heat through my entire body.
“It means you are fucking beautiful.” The words were no sooner out of his mouth than his lips were on mine.
This was no gentle kiss. It was heated, powerful. At the same time, he slipped his hands inside my bra, tracing my nipples with his thumbs, and I lost all sense of space and time. Between the kiss and his touch, I was lost.
His mouth melted into mine.
“I don’t know the right English words here, and there’s a high chance I’m going to say the wrong one or the wrong phrase, so I’m just going to use my mouth and hands to tell you how amazing you are.”
God, this man was going to be my undoing.
“Tell me what you like, Stella,” he growled against my neck as he kissed his way down.
“You. I like you,” I said, panting as his hands roamed over my waist and then hips, caressing me.
He moved his left hand to the space between my legs, and his knuckles swiped over me, causing me to make sounds I didn’t even know I was capable of.
At the same time, my legs became wobbly and I started to lose my footing. In the next second, I was swooped up and practically thrown over his shoulder as he walked away from the kitchen.
“Axel!” I shrieked.
“I’m taking you to the bedroom,” he practically grunted as he quickly moved down the short hallway. “This first time might be quick because I’ve wanted inside you since the day I saw you, but the few hours after that, I will take my time in the bed with you and admire you the way you should be.”
Dear God… I didn’t think I could get any more turned on than I was right now.
He placed me on my back on the bed and worked toward removing my pants—slowly, like opening the prize you had waited for your whole life.
I was entirely uncertain whether he was worshipping me or undoing me, but it didn’t really matter because it only made me crave his touch more.
My pants now gone, he moved over me, running his hands over everything and everywhere. My body responded by arching into him as I tried to get impossibly closer.
“You have needs, Stella. Let me take care of them.”
I did have needs. At the top of that list was him. My need for him was so visceral, I felt like I was going to lose my mind.
“Please, Axel.”
At my begging, his fingers, which had been teasingly skimming over my most sensitive area, finally dove into the promised land.
I moaned as two of his fingers filled me up, while his thumb continued to stroke over my clit.
“You are so wet.” Axel skimmed his lips down my neck to my chest and then latched on to my nipple and tugged.
More sounds escaped my mouth, though I had no idea what they were. I just knew they came from pleasure and I wanted more of what he was giving.
“More, Axel,” I pleaded as I arched into him, riding his fingers so I could get myself to that blissful feeling I knew was waiting for me.
My orgasm was building inside me, threatening to break free, and I wanted it so badly. Faster and faster, his fingers stroked inside me until I couldn’t take it anymore. I let go, and sparks raced through my body.
“Yes, Stella, come for me.” Axel’s husky voice only heightened the experience.
He rode the wave with me until finally I felt his fingers leave me. A little whimper of protest was the only sound I made.
Subconsciously, I was aware of him moving around me doing something, but I wasn’t yet lucid enough to know what.
Moments later, he was back and leaning over my replete body, and he was now just as naked as I was.
I wanted to put my own hands all over him, enjoying the planes of his hard abs, broad shoulders, and muscular arms, but regrettably, I still felt like Jell-O and could barely move my limbs.
He lifted my leg with his arm hooked behind my knee, causing me to open up more to him. He positioned himself between my legs, and I glanced down to see his dick in all its glory.
I reached down to touch it and ran my fingers over it, caressing it as I took in his large size.
“Even with a condom on, I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that.”
My gaze lifted back to his, and I smiled—a slow, teasing smile he immediately caught. A heartbeat later, his hand closed around the one that had been massaging his dick and lifted it above my head. He captured my other wrist just as easily, pinning both arms there and holding me still.
He leaned down and kissed me. It was slow and drawn out, as if he were making love to my mouth. I gasped for air as he finally pulled back, and his gaze met mine. It never left as he finally slid inside me. He buried himself to the hilt and then paused, his eyes closing.
It. Felt. Incredible.
As much as I wanted him to move, the pause gave me time to adjust to his size, so I took a moment to just relish in the feeling of him inside me.
“Fuck. Du k?nns helt fantastisk,” he said breathlessly.
“What?” I asked but immediately forgot what I had even said as he began to drive himself into me with abandon.
God, he felt so good. Stroke after stroke, my body was racing with excitement.
I didn’t know if I was just caught up in the moment, but my second orgasm hit me fast. Vibrations of pleasure ripped through my body, and I was soaring.
An animalistic groan tore through Axel seconds later as I felt him release inside me.
He collapsed on top of me and then rolled us to our sides as we caught our breath. We lay there, exhausted but fully satisfied, and I reveled in the feel of his fingers softly stroking my back.
“What did all that Swedish stuff mean that you said earlier?” I asked, still breathing heavily.
“I said you feel amazing.” He smiled at me as he said it and gave me another quick peck on the lips.
I smiled back, liking what he’d said, even though I’d had no idea what it meant at the time.
“Let me go take care of this condom, and I’ll be right back,” he said, giving me a quick peck on the cheek. “Don’t move.”
I chuckled at his comment. “I don’t think I can.”
My legs felt like jelly—in the best way possible.
I didn’t know how long he was gone because I may have faded in and out of sleep momentarily, but I felt him crawl into the bed with me.
“Come here, ?lskling.” He rolled onto his back, pulling me tight to his side.
“I love that word. It might be my new favorite,” I mumbled sleepily to him.
I felt him chuckle more than I heard, but there was humor in his voice when he spoke. “I’m glad you like it. Take a little nap. You need your energy for the rest of the night I have planned.”
I. Couldn’t. Wait.