Our gaze locked, every inch of her soft skin touching every inch of mine, she slowly takes in my cock.
She’s so ridiculously hot and tight, I never want to pull out. Stella begins to move her hips up and down to slide me in and out, but I hold her tight with my free arm and lock her tight to me. “Stay here with me. Go slow with me.”
I couldn’t say how long we move together like this, her arms and legs wrapped around me, my finger and my cock filling her up, the friction between us building up her already heightened arousal, our mouths devouring and worshipping each other’s well-loved flesh. The pleasure of her breaks me wide open and I’m shocked at the release I feel in her arms. I bury my face in her chest and roar curses and oaths to her as I come.
“Fuck… Holy shit… Stella… You're fucking amazing.”
She takes my simple offering into her body amidst an explosion of cries, convulsions and trembling. Her body milks every last drop out of me with her shuddering aftershocks. Not only did I nut like I’ve never nutted before, and I am sweating like a beast, but also my eyes are leaking.
We are wrapped so tightly together and neither of us wants to let go for the longest time.
When we finally do, both Stella and I are covered in sweat and tears.
The two of us share gentle kisses until we get control of whatever emotions are causing this outburst.
“Gonna be kind of hard to top that,” she says. “What now?”
I comb my fingertips through her hair and suggest the only thought left in my head, “Ice cream.”
Chapter Fourteen
Luke
The next morning I leave the house before Stella wakes up, to run a few errands for Lucille, shower at my apartment, pick up some coffee, and pack myself an overnight bag to keep at Stella’s house.
Stella surprises me at the door when I return to her.
She’s not dressed for work, nor is she dressed for bedroom shenanigans, though I’ll happily remove that zip hoodie and those skinny jeans if she gives me the green light to fuck her brains out right here in the foyer because, damn, does she look happy and sexy as all get out.
“What got into you?”
She blushes. “Besides a nine-inch wonder? I had an idea. You’re taking the day off.”
I rear back, setting down the cardboard drink carrier on the side table. “I am?”
“Yeah, me too. We’re both taking the day off. A little bird told me today’s your birthday, so…”
“How’d you find out it was my birthday?”
“Do you really want to know? Trust me, you don’t want to know all the things I could find out about you if I decided to.” She points to the coffee. “Is one of these for me?”
I shrug. “Yeah, I was hoping to catch you on your way to work, but this sounds like you have something else in mind,.”
Stella in stockinged feet isn’t quite tall enough to lean in for a kiss the way she can when she’s wearing her work heels. I sort of like this angle, looking down at the top of her loose, casual curls, her big eyes dancing as she looks up at me. “I do,” she says, a mischievous gleam in her eye as I lean down for a kiss, wrapping her up in my arms.
“Happy birthday, lover. Are you hungry? I made you breakfast.”
She pulls me into the kitchen and I don’t have the heart to remind her that my intermittent fasting precludes me from eating breakfast, but then I see what she’s done. A small cake with the words, “Happy bday, Lucky.”
When I remark on the misspelling, she pouts. “It’s not my fault, I told them…”
I cut her off with a deep kiss and remind her that I am the luckiest person in the world, so the cake is perfect.
Next to it is a candle, which she picks up and places on the cake. It feels like someone has squeezed my heart while I watch Stella light the candle and sing “Happy Birthday to You.”
When she’s finished, she tells me to make a wish and blow out the candle.
“Honestly, I can’t think of anything I would wish for.”
Stella offers, “Then think of a silly wish. Anything at all. But you have to tell me so I can make it come true.”
I shake my head. “That’s not how wishes work but OK.” Seriously, I’d do anything just to keep her smiling like that.
I blow out the candle and make my wish.
And then I tell Stella a bald-faced lie.
“What did you wish for, birthday boy?”
“It’s totally silly, but the only thing I could think of was to go back someday to Indiana for the local Amish flea market.”
“The what?”
“Seriously. The food is amazing, I always find a bargain, and nobody makes more beautiful furniture. Anywhere.”
She considers this. “I did not see that coming. OK. Let’s go then.”
I’m confused. “What, you can’t just…”
“Yes, I can just. I have a private jet. And it’s your birthday, and I want to see where you grew up. The plane ride will give us time to talk and get to know each other. So, close your mouth and let’s go.”
Chapter Fifteen
Stella
The pilot lands the plane at a small private airfield in the cornfields of Indiana where a car waits for us.
“Seems a bit like overkill to have a plane and a driver whisking us off to Amish country and not, say, Paris or Rome.”
“Oh,” I respond, brightening up with another idea. “If you’d rather go to Rome, baby, I can get you to Rome.”
Luke laughs and pulls me to him for a heart-pounding kiss in the back seat of the town car. “I don’t care where we are, as long as I’m with you.”
The truth is, I jet off to parts unknown every other day of the week to check on the company’s many branches and servers. Small towns in the middle of Kansas. New York City. Middle of nowhere Canada. If someone is doing something innovative in internet security, it doesn’t matter where they are. If it looks good, I either invest or offer to buy. It may seem foolish to invest in the competition, but better security is good for everyone.
Luke holds my hand as we glide through the countryside. He was not exaggerating when he told me about this place. Every half a mile or so we pass a horse-drawn buggy with passengers dressed like characters right out of the movie Witness—my only frame of reference for the Amish.
We pass tidy white farmhouses with long lines of plain clothes drying out in the sun. Workhorses in the fields. Some homes have solar panels on the roofs.
“What the—,” I blurt out when I see this.
Luke explains that for some Amish, their faith allows them to have solar and wind-powered electricity in their homes.
“Especially if they run a business like a grocery store, cheese shop, or a bed and breakfast that serves the English. It’s impractical, then, not to have electricity.”
This is blowing my mind. “That is not at all what I pictured in my head when you said Amish country.”
The car glides to a stop at the entrance of a huge gated area in the middle of a field.
We spend the day buying up Amish furniture that will be shipped across the country to outfit Luke’s new office in my—our—house. I am unable to resist all the arts and crafts.