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“You can’t be serious.” I lightly chuckled even though the butterflies in my stomach were going wild.Of course, he was kidding.
He cocked an eyebrow at me and tilted his head in confusion. “Of course, I’m not kidding.”
My heart was running wild within my chest as I stared at him in complete disbelief.
He grimaced. “Unless you don’t want to—”
“No!” I remarked, shaking my head. “Okay. Let’s do it.”
He stood from the couch and held his hand out toward me. “Your room or mine?”
“Areyou sure you don’t want the lights off?” I asked, feeling my nerves building as I sat there in my bra and panties, covering my body.
“I definitely don’t want the lights off,” he said confidently. He sat on the bed. “Now, come sit on my chest.”
I did as he said, feeling chills racing through my system.
“Stella,” he sternly whispered, sitting up as I straddled his lap. I was hovering over his body, making sure not to put my full weight against his chest in fear I would crush him. His hands landed against my waistline. “When I say sit on my chest”—he gave my body a small tug, lowering me more so I was fully sitting on him—“I mean sit on my chest.”
I bit my bottom lip. “What if I hurt you?”
“You can’t hurt me.”
“But—”
“You can’t hurt me,” he repeated with a confidence that somehow turned me on even more than I already had been.
I fully relaxed my body. The more I relaxed against him, the more he smiled. The more he smiled, the more I relaxed. It was wild to me how we worked together in that way. How we both made one another feel safe just by being ourselves.
“Good girl,” he said as he bent forward and traced his tongue against the curve of my breasts which were perked up from my push-up bra. A pool of heat fell between my legs as he called me good girl, making me want to be nothing less than a perfectly obedient student in his classroom.
The fear that I would crush him slowly dissipated with every single kiss that he trailed down my body. He caressed my insecurities, kissing them and massaging them with such awe. I closed my eyes as his hands wandered over me, not avoiding my stomach rolls, not afraid to touch me in places Jeff never explored, not afraid to kiss me with the lights on. What turned me on even more was how I was able to see that he was as turned on as I was. His hardness pressed against my inner thigh, making me want to do nothing more than pull down his boxers and introduce my mouth to his member.
Plus, the way he looked at me…
He looked at me as if I were the sun.
More butterflies formed. I doubted they’d ever go away.
“Now,” he said, lying back, leaving me to straddle him. He looked at me with those eyes that owned my heartbeats and a wicked smile against his lips. “Sit on my face.”
I gasped and laughed at the same time. “What? No way. That’s something for smaller girls.”
“That’s something for all women, including you. Now, like I said. Sit on my face.”
I narrowed my eyes. “As in hover over you?”
He shook his head. “If I wanted you to hover, I would’ve said that.”
I bit my bottom lip. “What if you suffocate?” He laughed, and I swatted his arm. “I’m serious, Damian! What if I’m too heavy?”
He raised himself up and shifted my weight around so my panties were brushing right against his hardness. He began to grind a bit, intensifying the mood by tenfold. His fingers then wrapped around my G-string, and he began to pull them down my thighs. “Stella…believe me when I say this…” His tongue moved to my ear and licked it slowly before he sucked on my earlobe and whispered, “There is nothing about you that is too much for me.” He assured me before taking off my panties and tossing them to the side of the room. “Now,” he warned, lying back down. “Sit.” He lifted my hips a bit without any effort. “On.” He cocked an eyebrow. “My.” He massaged my ass cheeks. “Face.”
“I’ll do it if you can make me.”
Without a second of hesitation, he lifted me and placed me against his face. “No hovering,” he warned, noting me resisting a bit. “Relax, Mrs. Blackstone,” he said as my worries melted away. “I got you,” he promised.
I lowered myself completely, gripping my hands on the headboard and—
