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He only shakes his head, finds a condom in the nightstand drawer, and tears open the packet. I watch as he tries to get it on. The way he closes one eye to stop seeing double is endearing. I giggle at the idea of him seeing two of his cocks.
When he’s ready, he climbs onto the bed.
“Where were we?” he asks.
“You were about to fuck me,” I say softly.
His eyes change and dilate. They fill with something primal. But he doesn’t just jump my bones, grab me and fuck me the way he’s done before. He crawls over me, planting random kisses on my naked body as he climbs onto me.
When he settles between my legs, my thighs fall open for him, and he presses his cock against my entrance. I moan softly, and he pushes into me. He slides in slowly, his eyes locked on mine. He kisses me before he starts moving inside of me.
I’m getting lost in the way he treats me gently, with care and affection.
When he pulls back and slowly slides into me again, I curl my legs around his hips and wrap my arms around his neck.
He pulls back again, almost painfully slow, before he slides into me again. His eyes are on mine all the time. He looks at me like he really sees me.I don’t know how much of the alcohol is talking anymore. I don’t feel as drunk as I was, and Stone doesn’t look at me like this is some substance-induced emotion.
He runs his fingers through my hair and starts bucking his hips faster.
I cry out and let go. I stop thinking and focus on the sensation of his thick cock sliding home again and again and again. My breasts are pushed up against his naked chest, his elbows are on either side of my head, and he cocoons me with his body, covering me, wrapping me up, fucking me.
Stone doesn’t just hammer on, going for the goal. He changes his pace, moving faster until I’m on the edge, gasping and moaning, only to slow it down and drag it out, building something sensual. When he speeds up again, I cry out, and when he slows down again, I moan in protest. I want him to make me orgasm.
When he speeds up again, I’m on the edge, and I topple over. I fall apart beneath him, and he kisses me, swallowing my cries. I tremble, my body contracting and releasing as a wave of pure sexual bliss washes over me, and Stone is right there with me, holding onto me, riding the wave with me.
“Do you want me to turn around?” I whisper.
Stone shakes his head. “I want to look at you.”
He starts moving inside me again before I can suggest I get on top of him. He bucks his hips harder, faster, and I lose my train of thoughts. I get lost in the sensation of him. He’s right here with me in the moment. He plants kisses all over my face and stares into my eyes.
When he picks up the pace again, this is for him. His strokes shorten, and he fucks me faster and harder. Even though he’s doing what he does best, it doesn’t feel like fucking. It feels a lot more like making love or, at least, what I heard it should be like.
But that can’t be, right? Stone isn’t like that. He’s not the type of person that does anything for anyone else.
Except, something about the way he is tonight…
When he shoves himself into me, I feel him release. It brings back an echo of my orgasm—or maybe I’m coming another time—and we cry out at the same time. He buries his head against my shoulder, and I feel his body shudder and tremble as he empties himself inside of me.
Finally, when the pleasure dies down, and it’s just the two of us left in the aftermath, Stone pulls out of me. He turns his back to me and gets rid of the condom.
I start to get up. I need to get dressed and get out of here, but Stone shakes his head and pulls me back onto the bed with him.
“Stay. Just a little longer.”
He wraps his arm around me and pulls me against him. When I put my head on his chest, his heart beats against my cheek. I’m stiff and unsure. Until now, it’s all been like a dream, and I could attribute that to the alcohol. But this…this isnothow Stone usually is. I’ve heard enough about him to know that he doesn’t do this.
I don’t know what it means, but I don’t want to tear myself away from it.
It feels good, better than anything I’ve felt in a long time. It’s been years since I’ve felt safe in anyone’s arms. It’s been years since a touch hasn’t hurt me.
I want to drink this in a little longer. I’m scared that, come tomorrow, all this will disappear, and I’ll learn that it wasn’t real at all.
I want to hold onto it for as long as I can. Because this…this was what I imagine love should feel like. Even if it’s just a fantasy, I want to be able to experience it at least once.
Chapter 14
Raina
