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Cannon took the lead, moving his lips on mine, slow and easy. He pushed himself up all the way now, slipped his hand behind my neck, and curled his fingers against my skin. I tilted my head at the same time he did, and together we deepened the kiss.
He slipped his tongue into my mouth, stroking the very tip of mine with his. He moaned when I did the same thing. He moved his hands to my face and curled his fingers on my shoulders, pulling me closer to him so our chests were pressed against each other.
“Stella,” he groaned against my mouth. “Straddle me. I need you.” His voice was gruff with desire. I pulled away and looked into his face.
“Cannon…”
“Stella.” He said my name softly. “Straddle me, baby.” His tone was hard, as if he couldn’t handle himself, couldn’t control his emotions. He shifted so he was resting back against the headboard. I found myself looking down his body, at how his T-shirt molded to his abdomen, how his six-pack was in stark display. I lowered my gaze even more until I saw the very large, very impressive bulge he sported. His cock pressed against the fly of his jeans, and I swallowed the thick lump in my throat.
That was because of me.
That was for me.
God, I was so wet.
“Come on, baby, I want to feel you on top of me.”
Cannon had his hands on my waist, and he was hauling me on top of him. His mouth slanted on mine and he took me with a force I’d never felt before, not from Cannon, not even from myself. The groan that spilled from him was loud and I greedily swallowed it. With my legs spread wide over his, my pussy was in direct contact with his stiff hard-on.
My panties were soaked. I shifted on top of him and gasped as the movement caused Cannon’s erection to rub against me. His zipper caused a little pressure against me, and I couldn’t help but moan, didn’t even try and stop.
But I had to be quiet. My mom was just down the hall.
“Fuck, baby.” He dragged his lips across my jaw and licked and nipped at me. I let my head fall back and my breath left me.
I gripped his broad shoulders and curled my nails into him. A hiss escaped his mouth, but I felt how he got harder and knew he liked it.
“Are we doing the right thing, the smart thing?” I asked softly, although in my heart I knew this was what I’d wanted for so long.
He leaned in and kissed me softly, and I closed my eyes and just absorbed the feeling of having Cannon here beside me. When he pulled back I forced my eyes open and tried to get control of the euphoric sensations moving through me.
“Stella, I think this is perfect. I think this is the best idea we’ve had in a long time.”
Yes. It was perfect.
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Stella
Cannon slid his hands along my back, pulling me in close, and slanted his mouth against mine. I sucked on his tongue, but he pulled away far too soon. He moved his lips down my jaw and made his way down to my neck. The light feeling of him sucking at my pulse point had me shifting on top of him again. He groaned and moved his hands to the small of my back, then lower to my ass.
He started moving me back and forth on his jean-clad erection, creating a delicious rocking motion that sent hard jolts of pleasure straight to the center of my body.
“That’s it, Stella. God, you’re so sweet.” He panted against my neck, and the fact he was having just as hard a time as I was at controlling himself turned me on even more. “Yeah, baby. That’s so it.” He started lifting his hips slightly, grinding himself on me. “I can feel you, can feel how hot you are.” His mouth was back on mine, his kiss so hard and demanding that I couldn’t keep up, but that was okay.
That was really, really okay.
“Cannon,” I found myself whispering.
“Stella.” He groaned my name. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?”
I could only shake my head, this low sound of desperate need leaving me.
“I’ve wanted you for a long fucking time. So damn long.” He rocked me atop him harder and faster, creating a friction that had me trying to catch my breath. My clit swelled from his ministrations and I knew my orgasm was right there. I’d need only a little more rocking and I’d go over the edge for him.
My first orgasm that didn’t come from my own hand … as I thought about Cannon.
He broke away and stared into my eyes. “I want you,” he groaned and closed his eyes. When he opened them, I could see this pained expression on his face. He looked at the clock on my bedside table and made a gruff sound. “It’s your birthday, Stella,” he groaned. “Thank fuck.” He looked in my eyes again. “Happy eighteenth birthday, baby.”
