Chapter 27 #2
I fell onto the bed, still holding her. Our jagged breathing settled as we found our rhythm.
“Beck . . .”
I waited for her to finish her thought. What would she say? Would she comment on how intense it was? But she left the sentence unfinished, almost as if she expected me to fill the gap.
She twisted in my arms so we were facing each other and placed her palms on my chest. “Far more relaxing than the spa.”
I laughed. “Did you enjoy your day?”
She tilted her head, nuzzling into my body with a sigh.
Wanting to commit her contentment to memory, I closed my eyes at the sensation of her breath on my skin.
After fucking, my mind was usually elsewhere, either on fucking again or on my emails as I reached for my phone, ready to chase the next development, close the next deal.
All I wanted to do with Stella was to be right here. With her in my arms.
“I can’t remember my day,” she replied. “But you need to tell me about Henry. You said you bonded.”
“Over you. I get the impression he’s not too impressed with Karen’s behavior.”
She didn’t respond.
“You might be right about him. He might be one of the good ones.”
“I’m looking forward to hearing you say that I’m right a lot when we start the design process.”
“Don’t bet on it. I’m a tough client to please.”
“Oh yeah?” she asked, pulling out of my arms and wriggling down the bed as she grabbed the base of my cock.
I chuckled and then groaned as she kneeled between my thighs. I glanced across to the bedside table then handed her a hair clip. There was no chance I was missing the visuals.
She grinned and pulled her hair back, exposing her high, tight breasts and flat stomach. Sophie’s choice: My dick in her mouth, which was likely to be epic, or her skin sliding against mine as I fucked her again, this time face-to-face.
I wanted both options immediately.
Stella was teaching me a lot about patience.
Her hair tied back, she bent, fisting my cock in her hand. Her grip was perfect—confident and strong. She glanced up, wet her lips, and swallowed. I could have come right there, all over that perfectly smooth neck, and it would have been the best blow job I’d ever had.
It would be all over far too quickly if I watched right away, so I shifted so I was staring at the ceiling when I felt her tongue connect to the underside of my cock.
It was like a starting pistol had been fired.
I clenched my hands and tried to take a steadying breath as she licked long, steady strokes up to my crown.
This was a marathon, not a sprint . . . I hoped.
As she took my tip in her mouth and started to suck, I had to focus on keeping my hips on the bed and not ramming deep into her throat.
Then she pulled back, licking up one side then down the other.
Every millimeter of skin she touched buzzed and intensified the growl underneath my skin.
She circled my crown with her tongue, and I willed her to take me into her mouth, but she was making me wait.
Paying me back. It was pure, delicious torture, and I was going to have to live with it.
Impossibly slowly, she took me deeper and deeper, tighter and tighter and tighter, and then she pulled back and used just a little teeth.
At that moment I would have signed over my entire fortune to her if she let me flip her over onto her back and fuck her mouth into the mattress.
But I held still, paralyzed with need and lust until she groaned, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.
Some women made noises when they gave blow jobs, and it always filled me with suspicion—was that what they thought men wanted?
Had they seen that when watching porn or reading Cosmo?
But with Stella, her sounds were so uninhibited, so real and needy, that there was no doubt she loved sucking my dick.
I’d never wanted a woman so much in my life.
“I have to come,” I announced.
“In my mouth?” she asked.
I didn’t have time for a discussion. I pulled her onto the bed and flipped her to her back.
“Lie there.” I took my dick in my hands.
I wanted to see her as I came. To watch every naked part of her.
She brought one leg up as if to hide herself, and I shook my head and pulled her knee wide, opening her pussy and revealing her wetness.
Fuck, yes. My dick in her mouth had done that to her.
I pushed into my hand, once, twice, and when she lifted the back of her hand to her mouth, wiping herself clean of me, I erupted all over my stomach, her name booming through the room.
“You’re fucking amazing,” I said, collapsing back onto the bed.
“I barely touched you,” she replied, pressing her hot palm against my chest.
“And look what you did. I’m a fucking mess. Your body . . . Your . . . everything.”
I was skirting too close to saying something before I knew what it was I wanted to say. I had to reel in my confessions, how these feelings were pushing up and breaking the surface of my soul. I wanted to be a man Stella wanted, craved, and deserved.