Page 98 of Sterling Stone

With my hand on her hip, I pull up more of her skirt, exposing her backside. She’s only wearing a slip of underwear compared to the boy-cut shorts I’ve previously seen. I wrap my finger around the string and run my knuckle against her crease.

She shivers.

When I’ve reached where she’s most sensitive, she arches back, forcing her backside toward me, willing my finger to brush where she’s needy.

With my jeans and underwear shoved below my hips, I fist myself, the head weeping to be closer to her.

“I don’t have anything in the bathroom,” I admit. I’ve got a new box of condoms in my room, unopened. I haven’t needed them in years, but I wanted to be prepared.

Still, every interaction with Taxi has been unexpected.

“I’m covered,” she says, surprising me again. “And we both know it’s been a long time for each of us.”

“Taxi,” I whisper, suddenly wanting to slow us down, despite my dick screaming in my hand and her center crying for my touch.

There might have been a time in my past when I wanted a child of my own, someone little who looked like me, and the memory tickles at my chest, but I’m well past raising more kids.

“Please. Don’t deny me, Stone.”

My head lifts, eyes connecting once more through the mirror. She looks vulnerable, aroused but still somehow scared . . . that I would reject her.

“Never,” I rush, then I’m at her entrance, and she leans forward. She’s warm and so wet, and I easily glide into her, both of us humming at the connection.

“Holy . . .” I cry out.

“Shhh,” she purrs, taking me into her body.

With her hands on the edge of the counter, she presses back, pulling me into her, filling herself with me.

“So deep,” I whisper as she drags me to the hilt, taking me completely inside her. “Fuck.”

I wrap my arms around her middle, leaning over her back and rock my hips forward, gliding back and forth through her slickness. I shove her skirt out of my way to get my hand between her thighs, easily finding that sensitive nub. The point on her that causes her to rock back, almost tugging me deeper, forcing me faster, bringing us together harder.

“Taxi,” I grunt, circling her clit and surging into her.

“Yes,” she smacks the counter, then reaches behind her, clutching my hip. Her fingernails dig into my flesh. The sting spurs me faster.

“We’re gonna make a mess,” I warn, feeling my lower back tighten and my knees weaken.

“Make a mess,” she hisses, pressing back harder.

“Fuck. Taxi,” I groan, feeling the build, the spiral in my gut, and the twist of something deeper.

“Yes,” she cries out, her voice echoing in the small space.

“Not without you.” I flatten my other hand low on her belly, as if I can feel myself moving inside her.

“Stone.” Her breath catches. Her hand covers mine, pressing harder. “Oh God. Oh God.”

The pressure works magic, and Taxi stills a second before shoving her ass toward me, causing me to surge into her. She clenches and clutches, squeezing at me in a way I haven’t ever felt. Like she wants to hold onto me, keep this connection as long as we can.

Everything inside me shatters and I let go, giving in to her warmth and her heart and the warm glow of this moment.

Me.

Her.

Us.