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He cocked an eyebrow, looking as sure of himself as ever, even as he asked, "Do you regret it?"
"Never," I whispered as I leaned forward, pressing myself against him.
Now there was nothing between us but our skin - hot with anticipation - pressing together as one body instead of two separate souls searching for completion in each other's embrace.
Stone shifted his weight and slid a hand between my legs, gently spreading them apart and brushing against me in a way that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through me. I arched my back instinctively, raising myself off the table to offer myself up to him fully.
He wasted no time in rewarding me for my trust, lowering his head and pressing his lips against me in an intimate kiss that left no doubt as to his intentions. His mouth moved against mine with gentle but firm pressure as he explored every inch of flesh with nimble fingers and probing tongue.
Each stroke of his tongue felt like pure bliss, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body as I gasped and whimpered beneath him. His movements grew more urgent and desperate until I was trembling on the edge of ecstasy.
Stone finally pulled away, leaving me panting with desire - but only for a moment before he replaced his mouth with something else entirely. With each gentle caress of his tongue, the building pleasure within me reached a new peak. I was already close, already on the edge, but I was ready to fly over it and let myself fall over, but Stone held me back at the last moment.
"No," he murmured, "not yet. I'm not done with you yet."
His words sent a new wave of desire coursing through my body. I wanted to feel him, all of him, against me and inside me in every way possible. My body was already reacting to the thoughts - growing hotter, wetter, and needing more of him to touch.
He moaned again, and the sound was full of raw, primal need.
I let him have his way with me, letting him take control, to lead the way. It was Stone's way and sometimes--in small doses-- I didn't mind his need to dominate.
Maybe I even liked it.
He slid his fingers inside of me and I moaned, trembling. I felt myself losing control as the pleasure grew in intensity. I buried my fingers in his hair as he continued to explore me, moving deeper and deeper inside of me until I thought I could stand it no longer.
But then he would pull back ever so slightly, just enough to keep me on the edge without quite sending me over the edge. I let out a groan of frustration and pleasure, the tension mounting in my body until I thought I might shatter at any moment. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore he finally moved a little deeper and a little faster, sending me over the edge in a blissful explosion of pleasure.
I collapsed against the table, my breath coming in long, deep gasps. “Oh my God,” I said breathlessly. “Oh my God...”
Stone was still between my open legs, poised at the edge of me, but I could feel his own body's desperate need for release. I reached down and stroked him, and then shifted my hips to accommodate him. I was already so wet and ready for him that he slid right in with one deep thrust.
Stone groaned, his face buried in my hair, as he thrust hard and fast, pumping my body, needing to reach his own climax. I was still sensitive, and he was still holding back along with me, keeping himself at a distance.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and tried to move against him and then I could feel him starting to shake. He continued to thrust deep inside of me.
I couldn't get enough. I wanted to have him continue to take me, in every way I could offer myself to him.
Stone let out a long moan as he came and I could feel his body give a shudder and his hot seed pouring into me. He gave a final thrust and let out a roar that he buried in my shoulder.
"Doc's going to kill us," he murmured.
I started to laugh, and he kissed the corners of my mouth.
"No one gets to threaten you with death but me," I reminded him. "I think I made that clear tonight."
There was a knock on the door. I hastily grabbed for a blanket while Stone, never ashamed, headed to the door.
Cole stood there. “I came to make sure you were alright. Doc told me you were going to live—”
Cole’s gaze caught on me, behind Stone, and whatever else he had intended to say was forgotten. “Amelia.”
“She knows you weren’t doing anything I didn’t ask you to do,” Stone said.
“Did you ask Cole to take a punch?” I asked tartly.
“That was improvisation,” Stone said.
“That waspain,”Cole corrected. “But the important thing is, you don’t have to choose between us.”
