Chapter 38 Coco
Coco
Cristina’s one step ahead of us, having already tucked Natalie into the bed that Pane and Rowe have designated for her. My friend doesn’t give me a hard time. Maybe she thinks it’ll all be over soon, anyway, so it’s okay to let me have one night with him.
We promise to pick Natalie up first thing in the morning, and head to Stone’s SUV.
He holds my hand the whole way to the vehicle and takes it again once he’s behind the wheel. He doesn’t let go until we’re back at the cottage. As we walk to the door, he hugs me into his side, and it feels like his body was made for mine, that I fill the hills and planes of him as we walk in step.
As soon as we’re inside, he turns me to him and whispers my name. Then he kisses me gently, and I melt.
We walk in pools of moonlight, heading to my room. Clothes fall aside with each step, and though nothing about this feels hurried, it also doesn’t feel like taking our time is the right way to go about things, either.
It’s like we both know we’re sitting in the middle of a minefield—every step is precious, every moment must be cherished, that we’re existing on borrowed time.
At least, that’s how I feel.
Stone lifts me like I weigh nothing, one arm under my thighs, the other cradling my back. He carries me into the bedroom, eyes never leaving mine, and gently sets me on the bed like I’m precious, breakable. Like this isn’t just desire—it’s something sacred.
I reach for him, but he catches my wrists, pinning them lightly to the bed above my head. His mouth brushes the pulse point under my neck, and my bones liquefy.
He paints kisses over the tops of my shoulders, down my neck, to the swell of my breasts, sucking on my nipples and lighting my core on fire.
Pressure pools in my groin, and I want to feel him, explore him. I whisper his name, pleading with him, begging for release, and he covers my mouth with another kiss and whispers, “I’ve been waiting a long time for this. I’m taking my time.”
And he does, tasting every part of me, cupping me with his hands, exploring every inch until he’s satisfied that he’s learned me, memorized me.
He kisses me again and I wrap my legs around his waist. “Not yet,” he murmurs.
“No fair. You play dirty.”
He chuckles as he moves down to my breasts, taking one nipple in his teeth while he rolls the other between his fingers.
My back arches, a moan escaping me. He growls low in his throat like the sound fuels him.
“You’re so beautiful. Do you know what you do to me?”
Before I can answer, his tongue strokes between my thighs, and all I can do is feel. He licks me slowly at first, then with purpose, groaning as I writhe beneath him.
“Calm down, little Coco. We’re just beginning.”
I almost come apart right there. Then he teases me open with one finger, two, and I stretch around him as he flicks my clit with his tongue and pumps me with his fingers.
My own fingers dig into his hair, anchoring myself to the moment, to him, as waves of pleasure roll through me.
I whimper his name, but my breath catches on the end of it and the word falls silent.
“Come for me,” he whispers. “Let me feel you fall apart.”
The climax breaks me wide open—bright and shattering, like starlight exploding behind my eyes. I cry out his name, trembling as he kisses his way back up my body.
“It’s my turn to see you,” I say.
He lets me explore him, trailing my fingers over his shoulders, down his pecs sprinkled with hair and down to his briefs, which I tug down slowly, freeing his cock.
Moonlight splashes over Stone, creating highlights and shadows, allowing just enough illumination to see him—and want him.
I take his cock in my hand and he hisses. I pump him once, twice, and he growls. “You want me to last, don’t you? Stop it.”
I bite back a giggle as Stone presses me back onto the bed and covers me with kisses. He whips out a condom from what seems like thin air—even though I think he actually got it from his wallet—and rips the foil with his teeth.
He pushes it down and I’m salivating, yearning, dying for him to fill me up.
Stone complies. He rests between me, and when he first slides in, I whimper and he covers my mouth with a kiss, and keeps kissing me as he slowly fills me up, pumping slowly, making me feel every ounce of love within him.
Love?
That’s what this is. It isn’t two people yearning to get something out of their system, all passion and lust. This is two people syncing up, letting emotion carry every kiss, every touch, every moan.
I wrap my legs around him, tugging him close, and do the same with my arms. Sweat slicks our bodies, and Stone’s kisses deepen as his pace quickens.
There’s a moment before he unravels, a slight pause as his tongue probes me deeply and I groan.
Then he snaps, and his kisses become fervent, and he pumps me hard. The headboard slams into the wall over and over.
“Co,” he says as he comes apart, and I join him, unraveling as well. Starlight fills my eyes—my body breaks and scatters like a supernova, only to be pulled together once more.
Stone collapses on top of me, his head resting on my breast. He breathes heavily, and my lungs rise and fall, too.
After a moment he pulls himself up until he’s beside me, and then he tugs me on top of him and kisses my head.
“You ready to go again?” he jokes.
“No,” I murmur. “I just want to stay like this.”
“I’ll give you ten minutes to recuperate.”
But ten minutes later, he’s sound asleep and I’m not far behind.