Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
ALEX
It’s been a week since Stella took me back.
I’m still so thankful that she did. I can’t wait to see her tonight.
I’m surprising her by taking her to the Meghan Trainor concert downtown.
Even though that’s not my favorite music, I’m looking forward to seeing it with Stella.
She’s a big fan. I’ve asked her to wear the blue dress.
It’ll fit perfectly into the event; plus, I have big plans that relate directly to twenty-four buttons.
I had to agree to wear something called a man bun.
Sure, some of the guys on the team sport those, so I knew what she was talking about.
I for one, am not a man-bun kind of guy but for my girl, I’ll do just about anything.
I get to her place at exactly five. When she opens her door, my breath catches.
It’s been forever since I’ve seen her in the dress, and it looks just as good as it did then.
Maybe better now because I know what lies beneath the blue fabric.
I want to reach out and touch her breasts.
They’re just so plump and full. Damn, she’s got beautiful tits, and they’re all mine.
I smile and lean in to give her a soft kiss on her lips. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.”
“Thank you. So do you!” she squeaks. “Holy crap, you look so good with the man bun. Promise me you’ll keep it like that forever! And don’t shave the beard.”
She’s practically breathless now. She reaches up and wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down for a kiss.
Damn, I like it when she takes the lead.
I can get into that. I’ll keep the fucking bun for this.
Suddenly, she pulls at my neck to get me into her room.
Once inside, she turns and kicks the door shut and locks it.
Her hands slide to my chest, and she pushes me toward her bed.
“Uh, is Lily here?” I ask.
“Nope. Out. With Hank.” She presses her palm on my chest and says, “Lay down, Alex.”
I do as she says.
“What time do we have to leave?” she asks impatiently.
“Well, we need to get on the road by five forty-five to make it.”
“Great,” she says distractedly as she climbs up onto the bed.
She scoots up to straddle me but stops to unbuckle her little belt first. I watch as she slips the little belt out of the loops sewn into her dress. Placing my hands behind my head, I can’t help but enjoy this little show especially when she starts to unbutton the first button.
“One,” I say with a smirk.
She looks at me a little surprised, but I can tell she likes it. When her fingers move down, I say, “Two.”
She looks right into my eyes as she undoes number three. I keep counting as she undoes each button. When she gets to eight, I sit up and pull off my suit jacket, throwing it on the floor. I unbutton my shirt and cuffs, and by button twelve I’m shirtless. She stops what she’s doing to look at me.
“Don’t stop, babe, please,” I plead.
She nods.
“Thirteen,” I count.
We're both panting, and I’m as hard as a fucking spike.
I reach for her breasts, but she slaps my hand away, giggling.
She slowly opens the dress for me. Her eyes haven’t left mine, but I can’t look at her eyes anymore.
I stare at her glorious breasts. They are fucking perfect with her little pink nipples.
I can tell they’re hard and aching for my touch.
I reach for her, and she lets me this time.
Pulling her down, I rise up and let our mouths touch.
The kiss is one I never want to forget because it’s the kind that tells me she loves me, again.
Rolling us over, I lean back and open up her dress again and stare.
“You have fucking beautiful tits, Stella.”
“Thanks,” she says excitedly.
Leaning down, I lick the nipple on her left breast. She gasps and arches up toward me, pressing her nipple into my mouth.
I don’t want to miss this chance, so I lick her hard nipple again then suck and bite just a little bit, making her squirm beneath me.
I slide my hand underneath her skirt until I feel lace.
I’ve got to see what she’s wearing under her dress.
I hike her skirt up to her waist to get a view of some fucking sexy lace short things.
“Jesus, Stella, you’re killing me.”
I want to rip them off, but I can’t do that to her, so I move down her body so I can slide those little shorts down her legs. She lifts her hips to help me.
“Alex, I want you. I’ve missed you so much.”
“I want you too. I’ve missed you. So much.”
I know we’re going to be late for the show, but who cares about the opening act?
Sitting up, she starts to unbutton my pants, and I let her.
She unzips me and reaches in to pull me out of my jeans.
Damn, her little hand feels so good. She rubs my cock just like I showed her before.
She leans down to lick the head to taste my precum.
“Damn, that’s sexy, angel.”
She starts to put her mouth on me, but I lift her up.
“I want to be inside of you. I need to feel you around me.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
Stella can be a little timid, but tonight she seems to be much more confident. I let her settle back while I reach for my wallet. Fuck, no condom. I honestly didn’t think she’d be ready for this again so soon.
“It’s okay, Alex. I’m on the pill. I have been since I was sixteen to regulate my period.”
“Are you sure, Stella?”
“Yes, I'm sure. I need you, Alex,” she says frantically.
I’m holding myself above her while my cock rests between her legs. Wanting to make sure she’s ready for me, I play with her breasts while I run my fingers through her pussy.
“You’re so wet for me. You have no idea how good that makes me feel, honey.”
“You do that to me, Alex.”
While looking into her eyes, I place myself at her opening. She nods, and I press in all the way. “Wow.” I’ve never gone bareback before. “Nothing in the world feels as good as you do, Stella.”
We move together. She’s in tune to me, and it’s only our second time together.
Her movements match mine, which makes this so much more intensely erotic when we work together for our mutual pleasure.
Damn, I love this girl. Thinking about that makes me thrust even harder.
I need to get as close to her as I can. When I feel her tighten around me, I know close.
“Don’t stop, Alex, please. I’m almost there,” she moans.
I fuck her in earnest now. This is only the second time we’ve had sex, and it’s the best I’ve ever had.
Nothing compares to having sex with the person you love.
Nothing. I thrust in three more times, and that’s it.
I come inside of her like it’s a fucking cannon, and I can feel her come at the same time.
She’s squeezing my cock so hard I think I might black out.
“I love you,” I whisper in her ear.
She smiles up at me with those beautiful dimples, and I know.
I just know. I’m going to marry this girl.
And when we do, I’m going to hire her favorite designer to create a wedding dress for her that looks exactly like her blue dress, but with more buttons.
Then, on our wedding night, I’ll unbutton every single one of them to reveal my wife.
Holy shit. The thought of that makes me hard again.
Incredibly, we make it to the show in time.
We skip dinner and miss the opening act, but Stella’s so excited to see one of her favorite singers in person.
She knows all of the songs, and I don’t complain when she insists on singing along.
Hell, it’s worth hearing her sing just to watch her dance to the music.
Her dance moves make me want to have a repeat of earlier. My girl’s got moves.