Chapter 24
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Noa
S tone’s tongue plunges into my mouth, almost reaching the back of my throat as he tilts my head to get the best angle to devour me.
I let him.
He smells like fresh cotton and cologne. He tastes like expensive wine and salted memories. I climb on top of him, my hands digging into his hair the same way he tangles his fingers in mine.
I grind into him, feeling his rigid stiffness through his pants. We rub ourselves up on each other, almost viciously, our teeth coming out, too, nipping, biting. Possessing.
In a single maneuver, Stone stands, gripping my ass to keep me where I am. He spins as if to drop me onto the couch so he can crawl on top, but I pull away, laying a finger on his mouth, wet and shiny with my thirst.
“Take me to bed, Stone.”
Somehow, his brows lift over his darkened, lust-filled eyes.
“You deserve a real bed,” I continue, my lips brushing against his.
“Only if you’re in it,” he says.
Stone stalks to the stairs while I cling to him. He growls and claims my mouth, even as he takes the stairs.
Stone’s never been clumsy. He shows that off as he smoothly takes the stairs with his tongue tangling with mine. We round the banister and make it to the guest bedroom without a single stumble, and Stone kicks the door closed with his heel before heading to the bed.
“Wait,” I say breathlessly, my lips tingling from his scruff. They’re swelling, and all I want is more of him.
Sliding down his toned body, I back up enough to help him pull off his shirt and unbuckle his belt. After unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, his cock springs free, pulsing and hot in my hand.
“I want to take care of you,” I say, unable to take my eyes off the piece of him throbbing in my grip.
Stone’s answer is to groan while his head falls back. “I can’t say no to you, Lavender, not in this position.”
Smiling, I push at his chest until he falls back on the bed, naked and divine.
I get down on my knees between his legs and take him in my mouth.
Stone’s salty pre-cum hits my tastebuds, and I purr with satisfaction. The noise makes Stone buck, shoving his dick deeper in my throat, but I relax my muscles, opening for him.
If I remember right, Stone loved a good deep throat, and though it’s been a while since I’ve done that for a man, my body remembers what to do. Tipping forward, I lower my head until my chin hits his ball sack.
Stone gives a muffled curse, wriggling and straining with the rapture he must feel from being so fully consumed by my mouth, my tongue grinding against his underside, and my teeth grazing across his delicate skin.
His balls tighten with an impending burst of cum. I massage them while bobbing my head, twisting my mouth, then going down on him again, the movements sending him into a frenzy.
“God— fuck —Noa—stop. If you want me to fuck you, you gotta st—” His warning is cut off by a tight moan as he explodes in my mouth. The taste overflows, like salty seawater and him . There’s so much of it I can’t swallow quick enough, and it dribbles from my lips.
Leaning back, I reach up to wipe it with my sleeve. Stone stops me by grabbing my wrist.
“Oh no, you don’t,” he says, his pecs and abs straining as he moves into a half sit-up to grab me. “That’s my mark, and it’s staying on you until I say you can remove it, and let me tell you, Lavender, it looks too fucking good on you to ever leave your lips.”
I glide my tongue over my lower lip, collecting droplets of him. “You do that a lot, you know, grabbing my wrist and making demands.”
He arches a brow, nonplussed. “Do you like it?”
“When you tell me what to do?” I clarify, a bubble of embarrassment clogging my throat. “Not in the day-to-day, but here … in bed …”
Stone’s lips move in a slow grin, made more predatory by the moonlight filtering over our bodies. “Then stand up and strip for me.”
He releases my wrist.
Biting my lip, I get off my knees, unbuttoning my shirt and peeling off my jeans. Stone doesn’t help. Just watches while resting on his elbows as I take off my clothes between his legs. His satiated dick jerks at the sight, readying for another round.
“I like you dressed in nothing but my cum on your lips,” he growls through the shadows.
His tone glides over me like a shiver, my nipples peaking at the compliment and my hips moving toward him.
Stone lifts off his elbows, sliding off the foot of the bed and to his knees. He cups my butt cheeks and brings me close. So close that he’s able to bury his nose in my slit and inhale.
Instinct makes me want to push his head away. As a female, I’ve always been worried about how I smell down there and what guys think of it. Stone never made me feel gross or humiliated in any way, but we’re older now, and things change …
“Noa,” he says in a bid for my attention.
I force myself to meet his eyes over the horizon of my stomach. His hand moves over my belly, nearly spanning my stomach from breast to apex.
“You’re perfect.” His eyes sparkle glitter white stars and shadows. “Every part of you amazes me, and I’ve never kicked my addiction to this pussy.”
He laughs at my mortified squeak, his amused rumble coursing through his hands and into me.
“I’m just being honest,” he says with an innocent quirk of his lips.
“I appreciate the—oh God. Oh fuck .”
Stone stops any further conversation by licking my slit from top to bottom, then spreading me open and feasting with purpose.
If it weren’t for his hands holding me up, I’d buckle. No, I’d lose my bones and turn into a puddle before him, one his tongue would lap up.
I move in circles against his expert mouth, arching when he sucks on my clit and slips his fingers in, curving them until they grind against my G-spot and an explosion builds.
Stone holds me during one of the strongest orgasms of my life, so stimulating and effortless that tears come into my eyes.
He rises as I recover, his hands gliding up over my body as he does so and coming to a stop against my neck. He uses both thumbs to tilt my chin up.
I’m greeted with a majestic sight, moonlight cruelly assisting in highlighting Stone’s angular beauty. His dimples flash as black crescents in his face.
“Hi, beautiful,” he murmurs.
Stone greets me so sweetly, holds me so tenderly, that if tears weren’t already pooling, they’d flood my eyes.
When they puddle against his hands, his brows draw down in concern. “Noa…”
Stone loses his smile.
This isn’t what I intended. I meant this time to be for Stone, to take his mind off sad things and maybe mine, too. Neither of us needs more cracks in our hearts, more agonized confessions, and it’s with that in mind that I palm his chest and push him back onto the bed.
“Hey now,” he says with surprise, but splays his arms out in welcome as I crawl on top of him until my lips meet his.
Stone kisses me with passion, his hands tangling in my hair. I lose myself in the swollen suction, the rasp of his scruff on my sensitive skin, the feel of his tongue in my mouth.
Breath hitching, Stone pulls back and asks, “Do you have a condom in here?”
I freeze. “Um. No. I don’t normally have men over and never planned for this …”
Stone chuckles. “Don’t finish that sentence. I like how it started. I can go downstairs and get one from my bag.”
It would be the smart thing to do, but that would require him to get up and put space between us. Distance neither of us needs because it would leave room for thought and consequences.
“No.”
“No?” Stone echoes.
“I’m—I have an IUD. And no STDs.”
Stone’s amusement jostles my body. “I never assumed you had some. I don’t have any, either. I have regular?—”
“Nope.” I clap a hand over his mouth, reluctant to hear about his regular checkups because of his constant exploits. “Don’t finish that sentence. I like how it started.”
I feel his grin on my palm. He playfully licks it, and I squeal, pulling my hand back.
As soon as his full face is back in my vision, I soften. He’s so incredibly handsome, so soft and sweet when he wants to be and surprisingly sensitive despite the mask he puts on for the world.
Without breaking eye contact, I line him up with my entrance, then slide onto him excruciatingly slow. I want to watch every second of taking him and see him transform into a man who fits me. Who’s meant for me.
I lower to my elbows on either side of his shoulders.
I start moving, our faces close together.
He keeps our eyes locked, his hands cupping my ass, but not taking control.
Stone undulates underneath me, meeting my pleasure but not overtaking it with his own.
Our sex is gentle, sweet, and astonishingly heart-wrenching as we watch each other come apart.
The tears aren’t dry on my cheeks before more appear, but these aren’t from sadness.
They’re from the pure pleasure of rediscovering what it’s like to make love to the man you were in love with.