How could anyone threaten my manhood when her delicate fingers create such a reaction in me? How could anyone’s manhood be threatened, when said manhood is throbbing as about as ready to burst through the fly of my pants like the Kool-Aid Man bursting through a wall.
Boy, why are you thinking about the Kool-Aid Man? That’s beyond unsexy. Still, with the way she’s touching me, everything feels sexy.
“No,” I say. “It’d be a pretty small man who felt it was wrong to accept help from his woman.”
Suddenly her hand lands full on my crotch. My junk is in her grasp. I suck in a breath. “Stella. Shit.”
“I definitely don’t see any small men here. Do you?”
Unable to take any more, I scoop her ass up onto my lap and claim her mouth with mine. She gasps and excitedly moans into my mouth when my tongue makes no hesitation this time. Neither do my hands, which help themselves to the opening of her bathrobe, pulling it down off her shoulders. I pull her against me and let our heated skin stoke the inferno building between us.
“I like holding you on my lap like this. Now I can see and touch all of you at once.”
I let my eyes travel over Stella’s forehead, her cheeks, her mouth. Her breasts. The heat between her legs that carried me away this morning in her kitchen.
I’m planning a long trip for my hands and mouth and I can’t decide where to land first.
“Are you my girl, Stella? Is this a real thing? Are we for real doing this? Because I gotta tell you, I’ve never met anyone like you.”
She grins down at me, lacing her fingers through my hair. “You say and do the sweetest things,” she says.
My arms lock around her waist. “Look at me. I know we just met, but I don’t say things just to impress people.”
Her sexy smile fades to something that I can only describe as regret. “Then I’m sorry you came to LA because you won’t get far in achieving your dreams without being fake as hell. Sorry to be a downer.”
“That’s not true. I came here to fulfill my dream and I found it. It’s you.”
Stella takes a shuddering breath and falls against me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. The shuddering doesn’t stop, and soon I realize she’s laughing.
“Baby, what is it?”
“I don’t know,” she squeaks against my skin, her breath hot. “I’m just finding myself totally naked on a man’s lap after years of being alone, after he’s seen my atrocious mess of a house, after he’s seen me have a panic attack. I can’t imagine why you’re not running for the hills.”
I grip her shoulders and gently force her to look me in the eye. “Because I’m a grown-ass man and I see you.”
“Flaws and all?”
“Amazingness and all.”
“You’re the amazing one. I can’t believe everything you did for me.”
“Sweetheart, I haven’t even started doing things for you. Are you ready to stop talking now? Because I might be the one to start crying soon.”
All it takes is a “yes” from Stella.
My goal is to make her feel better than she’s ever felt in her whole life. I don’t know nor do I care about anyone who has ever touched her before, but she’s damn sure going to forget about all of them when I’m through with her.
Spoiler alert: I’m never going to be done with her.
Her sweet nipples in my mouth make my body and brain react as if I’m tasting candy. The taste of her skin is like a sugar high. And her moans, which get louder and louder the more of her breast I take into my mouth, are like a drug all their own. I can’t get enough of her sounds. I nibble and suckle on her tight peaks until her hands begin to wander south to her split.
I grip it in my hand. “What are you doing with that?”
She whimpers, her eyes nearly feral as they flash at me. “I can’t take it, I need to touch myself. It’s too much.”
I offer her my hand. “Then use this,” I say.
Her mouth drops open slightly in shock, then she attacks my mouth with hers, taking my hand in both of her small hands and placing it on her pussy, using my hand to stroke her up and down while we kiss.
I can’t turn off the urge to control where my hand goes, but I do my best to let her use me. Stella frames her hand over the back of mine and plunges my fingers into her sweet folds, up and down, using my fingers to make herself squirt. Good god, this woman.
“Look at you,” I grind out, still under her control. “I might be the luckiest son of a bitch who ever lived.”
My woman is gripping my hand and riding it, covering it with her juices, and devouring my mouth with hers.
Her moans become a hitched, high-pitched squeal, and I feel her thighs begin to shake.
“Not yet,” I say.
“What?” she replies breathlessly.
“Lie back on the bed; I need to taste you. I don’t want to just touch you until you come, I want to drink you in and make every part of you mine.”
My Stella is so beautiful sprawled out on the bed before me, I have to pause to admire her.
The early morning light spilling in the window and illuminating her body makes her look like an angel. The sight of her opening up to me, body, mind, and soul, is more than my heart can take. I can only hope to make sure she knows her true self is safe with me.
I run my hands over her skin, feeling her softness, astounded by her beauty and her vulnerability. I’m shaken by the look of absolute trust in her eyes.
“What’s wrong, Luke?”
“Just gazing at my bright little star.” My bright star I’m falling for, ass over tea kettle.
And at the center of my little star lives the sweetest honey. I’m powerless yet emboldened at the first taste of it. The more I kiss, lick, taste and suck, the more delicious moans fall from her mouth, and the more sweetness she gives me.
My tongue finds her clit, the swollen berry at the center of her pleasure, begging for my attention. I gently kiss it, then wrap my lips around it and give it what it wants. I tease it with my tongue again and again until I feel my lover’s thighs begin to tremble again, her body squirming.
“Come for me, sweetheart, and let me taste it.”
“Not yet. Please. I want to come with you. I want you all the way inside me while we both come.”
Without giving her request a second thought I pull Stella upright and hoist her onto my lap again, my big hands gripping her ass. She’s so wild with need now, it overpowers all my thoughts. I’m just so happy to have her close to me, urgently sharing her taste with her mouth.
Her round ass feels so good in my strong hands, I find it hard to control myself; I find my hands wandering into a whole new territory.
“Sorry. Rogue finger,” I whisper as I force my trouble-making digits away from the valley been her cheeks.
Her smile is somewhere between evil and feral, and her voice drops low. “Don’t be sorry. You can go there. If you want.”
Oh. My. God.
“Really?”
She bites her lips and grinds her pelvis against aching cock. She squeezes her eyes shut as if she’s embarrassed to add, “I kind of want it in there while you fuck me.”
How is it possible for anyone to be this cute and this sexy? “Your wish is my command, sweetheart,” I say, slipping my fingers back over her ass cheeks, my index finger just barely penetrating the tiny opening.