25. Tori
TORI
They were only three words, but they had changed everything. Now that Stefan and I had fully and honestly admitted our feelings for one another, there was a palpable shift between us. I could hardly believe it. I had broken down his walls. He had finally let me in.
Every kiss felt more charged than ever. Deeper, more affirming, more connected.
Even his touch was more intense, his hands both tender and undeniably electric against my skin.
It was as if the second Stefan had let down his guard, he’d allowed himself to become more passionate.
Everything was more. We’d had this invisible barrier between us all this time, but suddenly, with these words of love, I could sense that it was gone.
There was no going back now—only forward. Together.
As I lost myself in his kiss, I could feel his love radiating throughout every inch of my body.
I never wanted it to stop. And I wasn’t just turned on by the look in Stefan’s gaze, the way he was holding me so tight.
In his arms, I knew with certainty that my husband wanted me, he loved me, and he was claiming me as his—and his alone.
Adrenaline was still racing through my system from our fight, and Stefan’s jealousy about Gavin had made me hotter than I’d ever thought possible.
The way his green eyes had flashed with passion and rage had aroused me even as I was yelling at him.
Who knew that Stefan’s possessiveness would be an added bonus to our sex life?
It almost made me glad that he had been spying on me. That my dinner with Gavin had pushed Stefan over the edge, pushed him to confess how he truly felt about me. He might never have revealed that he loved me if he hadn’t been motivated by the sight of that almost-kiss.
Not only that, but I knew without a doubt that my safety had been the reason for the bodyguard.
Just one more way my husband was trying to protect me.
I couldn’t really be mad that he’d wanted to keep an eye on me.
If anything, I could see now that it had brought us closer together.
Had shown me the true motivation behind his possessiveness and control issues.
And now that I knew Stefan had been acting out of love, out of desire, it was even hotter to be with him.
I wanted to give myself to him completely.
Not just my body, but my heart as well. I couldn’t deny my feelings for Stefan, and with this new honesty between us, I wouldn’t have to any more.
I could tell him I loved him whenever I wanted.
And so I did. Between kisses, I whispered the words, wanting to hear them back, shivering with pleasure when he did.
I could even see the love he felt for me in his eyes. I had never imagined I would feel such passion for one person, or that my feelings would be returned in kind.
My heart raced as Stefan led me toward the bedroom. His touch was gentle, his hands at my waist, in no rush to undress me. But I wanted him badly. I wanted him now.
I also wanted to be sure that he fully understood that I was his, that I was ready to submit to him—to be his and his alone. There had to be a way I could show him that. Not just with my words, but with my actions. With my body.
Pulling back from his kiss, I gave him a wicked smile.
Curiosity and excitement lit his face as I began tugging his shirt out of his pants, unbuckling his belt.
I could feel his cock straining against the zipper and my mouth practically watered.
I knew what I was going to do to him, and I could hardly wait.
But despite my excitement and my eagerness to please him, my hands still shook as I unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down.
I was overwhelmed with emotion for him and with my desire to bring him pleasure, but I was still new to this.
I knew how na?ve and inexperienced I must seem compared to the other more experienced women he had been with.
I hoped he would see it as a turn on. As proof that I was his. That I was ready and willing to bend to his will, give myself to him completely and totally.
Pulling his cock out, I sank to my knees and locked eyes with him as he slid his clothes to our bedroom floor. He was hot and hard in my grip and I couldn’t wait to show him how I felt. With my hands. My mouth. My tongue.
Stefan groaned as I dragged my tongue over the head of his cock, tasting him.
His fingers tangled in my hair, holding me tight against him as I wrapped my wet lips around his shaft.
I started sucking, softly at first. Loving the way he began to guide me up and down his cock, showing me the rhythm he wanted. The rhythm he needed.
I took him as deep as I could, opening my mouth wide, relaxing my throat to take all of him as far back as possible.
His grip became hard and rough and I absolutely loved it as he began to thrust inside my mouth.
The thought of what he was doing to me, what I was doing to him, drove me wild.
I could feel how wet I was already. I moaned a little, knowing he would feel the vibrations in his cock, that it would turn him on even more.
Clutching his hips to keep myself balanced, I looked up at him again. I wanted him to enjoy the sight of my wide blue eyes and the view of his cock pumping in and out of my mouth as I kneeled in front of him.
There was nothing but passion, desire, and love in his gaze. The muscles in his jaw were tense and I knew I was doing everything right. I smiled around his cock, loving the control I had over him. Loving how I could tease him and tempt him with my mouth. With my body.
I swirled my tongue up his length and over the soft skin of his head, and then added my hand, pumping his shaft with long, tight strokes that followed the movement of my mouth.
I made his cock wet, just like he’d taught me, knowing that my pussy was just as soaked and ready for him.
I wanted him so badly, but I wasn’t ready to stop pleasuring him yet.
Before I knew what was happening, though, Stefan was pulling me up, dragging me back to my feet in front of him.
I wanted to protest, but his mouth crashed onto mine, silencing any words I might have spoken.
As he kissed me, his hands started tugging off my clothes and the shirt he was still wearing.
I loved the way his hot, unclothed body felt against mine, the hard muscles beneath my hands as he stripped me bare, the smooth slide of his skin beneath my palms. Still, I wasn’t done with him.
The moment we were both naked, I began to kneel in front of him again, needing his cock in my mouth. Needing to taste him more.
But before I could, I was tossed onto the bed like I weighed nothing at all. Stefan followed me down onto the sheets, but instead of positioning his cock at my entrance, he settled himself between my legs, his mouth kissing up between my thighs.
I cried out as he licked my pussy, the wetness and heat almost too much for me to handle.
He gripped my ass in his hands, holding me in place while he fucked me with his tongue, thrusting it hard inside of me, nearly making me come right away.
It felt so good and so intense, but I wanted more.
I tried to pull him up toward me, clawing at his shoulders, but when he started to move, it was to position himself beside me, his mouth never leaving my pussy.
Turning my head, I could see his cock near my shoulder, and I rolled to my side and reached for it, eager to take him in my mouth again.
He shifted closer to me, readjusting, his head still pressed between my thighs as I finally closed my lips around his cock again.
I felt his groan as I took him deep, the sound of his pleasure vibrating through my entire body.
He was lapping at my clit at the same time I was bobbing my head back and forth over his length, sucking wetly, hungry for his cock.
We both wanted to give pleasure as much as we wanted to receive it, and the connection was more intense than I could have ever imagined.
I ground my hips against him, wanting his tongue even deeper inside of me while I stroked and sucked at his shaft, my hands moving hard and fast up and down, following the motion of my mouth.
I took him deeper than I ever had before, and all of my insecurities about being inexperienced fell away as he began thrusting against my tongue, finding the rhythm he wanted.
I could feel his head thumping against the back of my throat, feel how hard he was inside my mouth, and I loved every moment of it.
I could feel him going wild, could taste his pre-cum, and it was all I could do to hold back as I felt my own orgasm start to rise inside of me.
He was licking and stroking me hard and fast, adding his fingers to stretch my pussy wide.
I was mindless with desire, writhing desperately as he brought me to the edge, just as I was doing for him.
We were both moaning, thrusting, losing control as we gave and received in tandem.
It was so erotic that I could hardly stand it.
Finally, he curled his fingers inside of me, knowing exactly how to find my G-spot.
As his tongue rolled over my clit, I exploded with one of the most powerful orgasms I’d ever experienced.
It hit me in waves, each one stronger than the last, and I felt tears gathering behind my closed eyes as I moaned in ecstasy.
I had popped his cock out of my mouth when I came, and I was still grinding my pussy against his face as I rode out the aftershocks, my hand tight on his wet cock. My jaw was sore, my lips swollen, but my mouth was ready to take him again.
Instead, Stefan flipped me onto my back first. My body was still trembling, but he spread my legs without hesitating and plunged his cock deep inside of me.
“Yes,” I panted. “You feel so good.”