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“God, I need you,” he says, half growling in need and desire as I too struggle to get enough of him. My fingers grip his hair as his lips once again find their way to my nipples. His fingers are at my entrance, feeling the wet need I have for him.
I grind my hips against his hand, and I can’t wait anymore. “I need you now,” I pant, wanting to feel him inside of me before I explode. In one single thrust, he claims me, our breaths quick, our hands grasping for each other. Our rhythm is fast, frenzied, wanting only this moment and nothing else, claiming each other like it is our last breath.
Together, we rush off the edge of the cliff, and I cling to his arms as we orgasm, sweat covering our bodies. We lie silently next to each other as we slowly catch our breath. It is then I realize that we didn’t use a condom.
“Fuck. I’m sorry, angel. I’m clean, I was just so eager to be with you.”
“It’s okay, I trust you. I’m on the pill, so we are all good.” And we are. I feel better than all good, I feel fantastic. Sex with Stephen is unlike anything I have experienced before. The pure desire and need I have for him is unmatched in my life.
Before I can contemplate it too much, I am picked up and thrown over his shoulder to which I squeal in surprise as he marches us into his bathroom and turns on the shower.
“Come on, angel, let me look after you,” he says as he gently pulls me under the warm spray and proceeds to soap up my body from my head to my toes. The bathroom smells like lavender and his body soap has every inch of me clean. As I rinse, I return the favor, running my hands all over his body and exploring every inch. I cup his manhood, wanting to feel him in my hands and he looks at me in the eye. “Angel?” he questions me, wondering what my intentions are as I grip him and massage his cock as he grows before my very eyes. I decide then and there to make my intentions clear, and I lower myself to my knees on the shower floor and take him in my mouth.
“Angel,” he says again, this time his eyes are closed, his head lolling back and his hand running into my hair.
“Jesus, baby, that feels good, your mouth feels so fucking good around my cock.”
Not sure if I am even doing it right, because I haven’t actually given a blow job before, I follow my instincts and continue focusing on the task at hand. His fingers grip my hair, and he helps guide me, showing me what he likes.
“Angel, I’m close,” he pants, obviously waiting for me to let go, but I decide I am all in and keep up the pace and the pressure, causing him to groan again.
“Angel, I’m going to come,” he calls out just as he explodes in my mouth, and I take all of him in, swallowing every last drop.
Feeling accomplished, I sit back on my heels and look up at him, then he reaches down and pulls me up in one swoop and my feet are dangling off the floor as we come face to face. He leans in and kisses me, pushing my body back against the wall and devours my lips in furious passion.
“Fuck, that was amazing, you are fucking amazing.” He kisses me some more, like he just can’t let me go. Slowly, he pulls back, nipping my lips and giving me more Eskimo kisses before he puts my feet back on the shower floor and we finish rinsing. We step out and grab the white fluffy towels that are so soft and blanket our bodies, drying each other before he reaches for me again, lifting me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. I can feel him hard again as we make our way back to the bed and fall in together. We spend the remainder of the evening making sweet, slow, passionate love, before we drift off to sleep.
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25
STEPHEN
The ringing in my ears is enough to startle me awake. I sleep lightly most nights, but now having Molly beside me, I have the best night's sleep I have had in over two years.
Not to mention, all the extracurricular activity we have been having tires me out. Our night consisted of some love making, some hard fucking, and passionate devouring. We are hungry for each other, famished, neither one of us can get enough of the other, and the feeling is constant. Molly is a lot of things, but I can now add a sexpot between the sheets to that list. My perfect, petite, and peaceful Molly is insatiable and I can't get enough of her. Just the thought of her down on her knees for me in the shower the night before is enough to get me hard again, and that is a memory that will be etched in my mind forever.
The ringing continues before I realize it is my phone. Reaching over to my bedside table, I grab it and put it to my ear to answer it before I notice that it isn’t my phone that is ringing but rather Molly’s. I nudge her awake, not sure if phone calls at 6am in the morning are a usual occurrence for her.
“Baby, your phone has been ringing,” I say to her softly as the phone starts ringing again. I grab it and pass it to her, noticing it is Kelly, her manager, who is calling. A look of panic comes across Molly’s face as she answers the call. I can’t hear Kelly, but by the way Molly sits up in bed, I know that the news isn’t good.
As she hangs up, I look at her. “What is it, angel, what’s happened?”
“It’s Jasmine, she didn’t come home last night. She is missing. I need to change and get to work; we are having an emergency staff meeting to try and piece together where she might be. It’s really odd, we have had a few kids go missing over the past few months. We put it down to them running away due to the harsh reality of moving from foster home to foster home, but it is happening regularly now, and I have a bad feeling about it all.”
I nod while rubbing her shoulder. Molly is panicked, and I have no idea if this is something that happens a lot in her line of work or if this is unusual, but I jump up and throw on my jeans and top.
“You get yourself ready, I will get my car brought up and take you to work.”
Molly gets out of bed and comes to me, putting her arms around my waist giving me a hug. I kiss her head. “Get ready. I will make us some coffee to drink in the car.” Looking down at her, I get an overwhelming sense of protection. She is so tiny in my arms, so diminutive, and she snuggles into my body. Oh boy, do I want her. More than anything. My cock jumps to attention and she feels it, her hand gripping it and giving it a small amount of attention before she kisses my chest and sneaks away with a small grin on her face. I slap her ass as she walks away, and she lets out a little squeal, shimmying into the bathroom to get ready.
I’m fucked, this girl has literally got me by the balls. She is so fucking adorable.
As I walk to the kitchen, I adjust myself in my pants and put on a pot of coffee. I call down to the concierge desk and get my car brought up. Molly has a quick shower and puts on a new set of clothes, her hair back up in her signature top knot which tells me she is ready for business. Putting our coffees in take away mugs, we walk together to the elevator and make our way to the car, both lost in our own thoughts. I notice my security shadow in the car behind, all ready to follow me throughout the day, and it reminds me to tell Molly about her protection.
“Molly,” I say in a serious tone. “I want to have some security watching you for the next few days. I don’t want you to panic, but I have something going on at the club and I don’t think you are in any danger, but I would just feel more comfortable having a team watch you when you are not with me.”
“You’re worrying me, Stephen…”
