Page 47 of Choosing Stella

“Your room or mine?”

I stopped fighting.

“I want yours.”

Geo kept one hand at my waist as we crossed to the other bedroom. It was as plain as mine, with dark bedding, a narrow dresser, and a duffel half-zipped on a chair.

I backed toward the bed without taking my eyes off him.

He followed.

When my knees touched the mattress, Geo stopped in front of me and hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of my pants.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Take them off.”

He pulled my pants and underwear down together. I stepped out of them and sat on the edge of his bed, naked from the waist down.

Geo’s gaze moved over me, then returned to my face. I opened my thighs wider at the hunger in his eyes.

“Come closer,” I said.

He dropped to his knees between mine.

His mouth touched my inner thigh first, then he licked my pussy.

My head tipped back with a sharp breath.

“Fuck, do that again.”

Geo slid one arm beneath my thigh and pulled me closer to the edge. His tongue moved over my clit again, slower this time, and my fingers buried in his dark hair.

He flattened his tongue against me while I rocked my hips into his mouth.

“Give me more.”

Two fingers pressed inside me.

I moaned and clenched around them.

Geo’s eyes lifted to mine, and I held his gaze as his fingers curled.

The pressure hit where I needed it.

“Oh God, keep doing that.”

He kept the same rhythm.

My thighs drew in around his shoulders. The orgasm built fast, sharp and deep. I rocked against his hand and mouth until the first wave hit hard enough to pull a cry out of me.

Geo stayed with me through it, easing only when my grip in his hair loosened.

I sucked in air while he kissed the inside of my thigh.

“Still with me?”

“Yes, I’m still with you.”