22. Tori
TORI
Stefan finished pulling my jeans off, leaving me in my lacy thong underwear, and then tugged off the sweater that had been covering my face and my skimpy bra.
Even though my body didn’t want him to stop, I knew as I lay there panting that I had to stop this before it went too far—and I was too mindless with pleasure to get the answers I needed.
We’d gone down this path far too often. It had taken my husband no time at all to figure out that all he had to do to stop me from asking dangerous questions and pushing him for information was to kiss me until I swooned and then carry me off to bed.
But this contact with Irina had changed everything. Whatever was going on, it was clearly much more complicated than I had initially realized. And I couldn’t let Stefan keep me in the dark any longer. This was my life. This was our life.
It wasn’t just about KZM and these women and what the extent of my husband’s involvement with both of those things were. I needed to know if I could trust him. If he really was a good man. The ambiguity was just too much.
So as much as I wanted to give in to him, as much as I reveled in the thought of total surrender, I pulled my wrists from his grasp, put a hand on his chest, and said, “Wait.”
He pulled back immediately. I was still pinned beneath him, and he was still in control. But he cared about me, too. This wasn’t just about what he wanted in the heat of the moment.
“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”
I shook my head no, and he gently cupped my cheek.
“I just…I need some answers first,” I told him, even as my hips arched up against him.
He climbed off me and I felt my heart sink. I scrambled to my knees and grabbed his shirt, pulling him back before he could get off the bed.
“Give me something, Stefan,” I begged him. “I’ve given myself to you over and over. Please, just…” I struggled to find the words. “Give me something I can hold onto in return.”
He looked at me, and I saw the conflict warring in his eyes. And then his features softened in a way I’d never seen before. His hand came up to cup my face again, his thumb stroking my cheek so gently it made me shiver.
“Hold onto this, Tori,” he said.
Then he leaned down and kissed me. Once, twice, three times, so soft it made my chest ache, the touch of his lips against mine more tender than it had ever been.
I let out a shuddering breath and our eyes locked.
“Stefan,” I whispered. “I—”
He swept his lips over my own, this kiss more passionate, and when I opened my mouth to let him in deeper his tongue stroked perfectly against mine, the taste of him like a drug I couldn’t get enough of.
He had never kissed me so tenderly, had never touched me like this before—like he was trying to hold onto me.
His hand moved from my cheek to the back of my head, his fingers weaving into my hair, forcing my head back so I could take more of his tongue.
He was taking his time, drawing quiet moans out of me, making the whole world disappear.
It was as if he was kissing the very essence of my soul.
I curled my hands tightly into his shirt, pulling him closer. This was what I wanted. This was what I needed. I couldn’t believe he could be this way with me. Already, I felt closer to him. I never wanted him to stop touching me.
Slowly, languidly, he slid his hands down my back, then around my waist, up toward my breasts.
They fit perfectly in his hands. He palmed them gently before circling my nipples with his thumbs, teasing them until they were hard and aching.
Then he lowered his head and took one into his mouth.
The sensations were overwhelming. I could feel myself shivering.
He dragged his teeth along the hard ridge of one nipple and then the other, lavishing them with a focused intensity that had me panting.
As he sucked one nipple, his fingers would tweak and twist the other.
The combination of pleasure and just the right amount of pain had my hips arching off the bed, the rest of my body begging for the same attention.
I was wet and aching for him, desperate for his touch, for his cock, but he seemed to be in no rush. He was going to take his time with me tonight and there was nothing I could do about it.
Finally, his hands slid down my hips, finding my thong. Then he hooked his fingers into the waistband and my whole body tensed with anticipation, expecting him to revert to his usual routine—driven by rough, pure, animal lust—and rip it right off of me.
But he hesitated. I was confused for a split second until the realization dawned on me that what was happening between us now was different than it had ever been.
My pulse quickened as Stefan slid my panties off slowly, carefully, delicately. I arched my back and closed my eyes, savoring it. He was doing exactly what he had said—giving me something to hold on to. Something to trust.
I felt his passion, his desire, his care with every kiss, every touch, every stroke.
I loved that he was still fully dressed, except for his bare feet.
He leaned over me, gripping my hips with his warm, strong hands, and dragging me forward so my ass was right at the edge of the bed.
Then he spread my legs wide, opening me up.
I could feel how hot and wet I was in the cool air of our bedroom.
I was ready. I wanted his cock inside of me.
I wanted him to take me fast and hard, but instead he pushed my knees wider and pressed hot, burning kisses along the insides of my ankles before moving up my calves, then over my knees, slowly but deliberately trailing closer and closer toward my pussy.
I was gasping for air, my breaths turning short and shallow. He didn’t quicken his pace.
The tension was so much that when he finally kissed the soft skin on my inner thigh, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I was so eager for his mouth. For his tongue.
“More,” I begged him, feeling weak with desire. “Please.”
He gave my inner thigh a nip with his teeth, enough to make me cry out with the shock of it, and then he plunged his tongue into my pussy. I sighed with the pleasure of it, the way his tongue filled me, and then he pulled back.
“Don’t stop,” I said. “You’re teasing me.”
I heard him laugh and then I felt his tongue return, lapping up my wetness.
Long, slow licks, up and then back down, until I was squirming on the bed.
I wanted him so bad. I could hardly contain the needy moans spilling out of me.
His tongue was so soft against my tender, sensitive lips that I thought it would drive me crazy.
My toes curled against the floor, my desire making me dizzy.
Just when I thought I couldn’t stand it anymore, he finally thrust his tongue deep inside of me again.
Cursing at the sensation, I lost control of myself, thrusting toward him, wanting more. He gave me what I needed, fucking me with his strong tongue, his teeth capturing my clit and finding the perfect amount of pressure, the heat of his breath adding to the sensations.
“Yes,” I moaned, loving the way his tongue was pumping into me. “Fuck, yes, yes.”
I lost myself in the mind-bending pleasure as he held my legs apart, making the taut muscles of my inner thighs ache deliciously, spreading me wide so he could taste me. So he could take me fully with his mouth.
“I’m almost there,” I told him. “Come here.”
Reaching out a hand, I expected Stefan to get off his knees and climb onto the bed, fit his body against mine, plunge his hard cock into my waiting pussy and fuck me until I could barely see straight.
Instead, the thrusting of his tongue got faster, making my soft cries grow louder and more desperate.
He wasn’t going to stop. He was going to keep tonguing me until he made me come.
The thought of it pushed me over the edge, and my orgasm shattered through me, my entire body shaking with the intensity of my release.
Still murmuring his name, I came back to earth.
“You ready for more, kitty cat?” he asked, a wicked smile on his lips.
And then he kissed my aching inner thigh and started all over again with his tongue.
This time, he added his fingers, two and then three of them, filling me up.
It felt so good, so tight, the friction sending hot sparks of pleasure through me.
As I thrust against his hand, he brought me quickly to the brink again, stretching my pussy wide with his pumping fingers as his tongue teased my clit.
It was almost more than I could bear, but I never wanted him to stop. I never wanted this to end.
His fingers fucked me harder and harder, his tongue lavishing my sensitive clit with hard, wet strokes.
This time I threw my head back and screamed as I came, unable to control the way my body reacted to his touch.
The waves of this orgasm seemed to go on and on and on. I struggled to catch my breath.
Still, I needed more from him. More of him.
“I want to be with you,” I said, still panting on the bed. “I want to feel you inside me.”
“I want to be with you, too,” he said.
My body humming with anticipation, I watched as he stood and quickly shed his clothes.
I would never tire of seeing him naked, of taking in the flawless view of his strong, powerful body and perfect, hard cock.
He was more than ready for me and I could see his chest heaving with desire.
He wanted me as much as I wanted him. It was everything I wanted—everything I had hoped for and more. He was perfect and he was all mine.
Finally he climbed onto the bed with me, crawling up my body, my legs still spread wide open, waiting for him.
Wanting him. Needing him. I was so wet, so ready, that it only took one smooth thrust for him to bury himself deep inside of me, so deep that I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began.
We were one in that moment, our bodies joined.
And it was more than that. More than just sex.
I had asked for something to hold onto. This was it. This was what I had been craving.
Stefan couldn’t tell me in words how he felt, but he could show me with his actions.
With his body. As he began to fuck me, taking his time, his strokes long and languid, I knew that he was telling me how much I meant to him.
How important I was to him. There was something between us—something powerful and perfect and right.
Maybe it was better that he was showing me this way, because I didn’t know if there were any words that could describe how I felt, either. Maybe he felt the same.
He spread my legs wider, going even deeper with each stroke of his hard cock.
He had never been this deep inside me before, practically splitting me apart.
It was like a revelation. I never wanted it to end.
Our bodies were slick, his breathing labored, my own words gone.
I could only moan my pleasure, could only drag my nails down his chest as he lifted my legs and rested my ankles on his shoulders so he could go even deeper.
Impossibly deep. My body was his, an instrument of pleasure for both of us, and one that only he knew how to play.
I knew in that moment that there would never be anyone like him.
Not now. Not ever. No one would ever be able to make me feel the way Stefan did.
He rocked into me, his hips slamming against me as he began to speed up.
I could sense that he was losing control, that he was close to climaxing.
My own orgasm was building inexorably inside of me and I could feel my toes curling against his shoulders.
My fingernails bit into his shoulders, but Stefan didn’t even seem to register the pain, all of his attention focused on fucking me, on pushing me closer and closer toward my release.
I didn’t know how much more of this pleasure I could take, but then suddenly, Stefan fisted his hand in my hair, bringing my lips to his in a searing kiss that I felt in every cell of my body.
“Tori,” he whispered.
The connection pushed me right over the edge.
My scream of pleasure was muffled by his mouth as my pussy clenched around his thrusting cock.
Still, he didn’t stop, thrusting harder and faster as I came, his hips pumping furiously until he was moaning his own release, spilling his hot come inside of me, his body shaking with the power of his orgasm.
When it was over, when our bodies had stilled, when our hearts began to slow to their normal pace, Stefan collapsed on the bed next to me, his body hot against mine. Without a word, he pulled me close and it wasn’t long before both of us were falling fast toward sleep.
As I was drifting off, I realized something with perfect clarity. That even if he couldn’t say the words, there was something between us that neither one of us could ignore.