Page 75 of Sterling Stone

“That’s it, Taxi.” He hisses before he nips at the juncture of my neck and shoulder, and I cry out again, clenching around his fingers, riding the rapids rushing up my center.

Stone thrusts hard against me from behind, and I counter the movement. While I want to remove the robe and any other barrier separating our bodies, I don’t want to snap this dizzying frenzy between us.

Stone continues grinding against me, his fingers deep but his palm still, cupping where I’m wet and sensitive. His lips linger against my throat, pinning him in place against me.

He grunts once, jolts hard, and stills.

“Fuck,” he mutters, clutching tighter at me, like he’s afraid I’ll disappear. Like he doesn’t want to ever let me go.

Eventually, he presses a kiss to the side of my throat, pinned there a long moment before pulling back.

Breathing heavily near my ear, he whispers, “That went a little further than I intended.”

I chuckle, considering he just came in his briefs from grinding against me. The idea would be heady if I wasn’t already a bit dazed by what’s happened.

Stone touched me, and I came, reminded that not all orgasms are created equal.

The ones given by him were out of this world.

Biting back my grin, I twist my head, and Stone falls to his back behind me. I further shift to find his forearm draped over his forehead, blinking.

“You okay?” I whisper, glancing down at his boxer briefs, where the waistband is lowered and the angry head, now relieved, peeks over the edge.

Stone lowers the hand on his head to cover where he’s spent. “I did not expect that to happen.”

I glance back at his face; our eyes finally connecting.

“You are a little like kryptonite,” he whispers. “Make me weak in the knees and lose my head.”

I duck my head into his shoulder. “Same, Superman.” He makes my knees tremble and my head foggy.

Thinking things like maybe I could belong here.

In the family, Genie said.

Might be a leap, like over tall buildings, but I won’t mind a little skip.

A chance to test my own powers at staying.

Stone startles me with a sudden twist of his body, gently cuffing my throat, so I lift my head. He kisses me, tender and sweet, and it’s over too quickly, before jackknifing upward.

“I’ll be right back,” he promises, before exiting the bedroom to clean up.

I’ll be right here, I whisper in my head.

Further taking that leap into staying.

27

[Taxi]

In the morning, when Stone gives me another ride to the hospital, with only the radio playing low, he holds my hand. It feels like such an innocent thing compared to what we did last night, but it’s the touch I didn’t know I needed. The reassurance that last night wasn’t just a whim for either of us.

Thankfully, Trudy is more alert during the morning hours, but the nurses demand she continue to rest. As for me, I’m coming a little out of my skin sitting beside her. I need to do something. Stretch my limbs more than I stretched them last night.

With thoughts of Stone and what we did rolling through my head like a featured film, I squirm in my seat.

“You okay there, girl?” Trudy asks with her eyes closed. I swear she has Spidey-senses, which tracks because she’s a superhero in my eyes.