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“Never, baby. You’ll be the first and only.”
I smile. I like the idea that I’m not competing with other memories here.
We both get up to go inside. He stretched his hand out and I placed my hand in his. Taking me into the kitchen, he lifted me onto the massive kitchen counter. He pulled my ass in one swift motion to the edge.
“I’m hungry, baby. I need you to come on my tongue. Give it to me.”
He plunged his tongue inside of my pussy. I moaned loudly at the sudden intrusion. Circling my clit with his finger while moving his tongue in and out with a rapid speed had me already screaming his name.
“JAMIE!”
I can see him fighting a smile.
He began moving his finger on my clit faster and faster. I could feel myself climbing higher. I was so close. I put my hands in his hair pulling his face closer to me. He pulled his tongue out of me, replacing it with his fingers. Moving his tongue to my clit had me falling apart under his skilled mouth. In a short time I felt the familiar clench of my muscles and started screaming out.
“JAMIE. FUCK. JAMIE. YES.”
He didn’t stop. He continued lapping up all of my juices like a starving man.
“Jamie, I need you inside of me. Please.”
He stops and glances up at me with the most delicious look. I love the way he burns for me.
“Do you need to be fucked, Stella?”
“Yes.”
“Say it. Let me hear your dirty mouth.”
“Fuck me. I need you. Fuck me.”
He groaned loudly while pulling me off of the kitchen counter. He kissed me with a messy, needy kiss. I loved that I could taste myself on his tongue.
Spinning me around, he said, “I’d brace myself if I were you, baby. I’m going to fuck you so hard they will hear your screams in Las Vegas.”
Grabbing a handful of hair, he pulled hard as he entered me, fast and hard. He dug his fingers into my left hip. I’m pretty sure it’s going to leave a bruise, but I don’t care. The only thing I care about right now is him fucking me. I love the full sensation he gives me. He thrusts in and out of me so fast. I grip onto the edge of the counter to prevent myself from falling or hitting the counter. Without warning, he pulls out of me and grabs my hand.
“Come, baby.”
“I was trying to.”
“I want to remember fucking you in every room in my house.”
We walk into his bedroom, and it’s beautiful. There’s a poster bed made of dark wood and all the other furniture matches. He lights the candles that are scattered across the room. I love how he can fuck me so hard and then be romantic. He sets the lighter back down on the dresser next to the last candle he lit.
“Stella, I love you. Don’t leave me. I need you.”
His lips collide with mine. He kisses me with need, dark, unrelenting need. I moaned, and he deepened our kiss even more. His tongue was wild, as were his hands running all over my body. He pulled back, and I was completely breathless. He pulled my hair and jerked my head back, exposing my throat to him. Trailing my throat with soft kisses and the occasional stroke of his tongue made me moan so loud. I could feel him smile against my skin. Running his tongue up the side of my neck, he stopped at my ear and whispered, “Stella, I fucking love you. I can’t let you go.”
His words hurt my chest. I can’t imagine being without him, but I can’t imagine constantly going through the pain of leaving him. This seems easier. Rip the bandage off in one swift, painful motion.
“Let me make love to you, baby.”
I nod as tears sting the back of my eyes.
“Get on the bed.”
Climbing onto the bed I lay on my back.
