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“I’m thirty-six years old.”
“Do you think that means I won’t find you attractive?”
She put her hands on my chest and pushed, but I wouldn’t let her go.
“Unless you tell me no, I’m about to learn everything there is to know about that thirty-six-year-old body.”
“Oh.”
“And you’re about to learn quite a lot about mine.” I took her hand and rested it where my cock strained against the buttons on my jeans. “First lesson. That’s how much I want you.” I took a step back when I got an idea. “There’s this fantasy that I haven’t been able to get out of my head all damn day.”
“What is that?”
“You. My t-shirt. Me finally finding out exactly what you had under it.”
When she smiled, I knew she liked that idea.
“Wanna make my fantasy a reality?”
“Be right back.”
While I waited, I lit the fireplace along with a couple of candles I noticed earlier on the mantle. When Stella returned, I hit the switch to turn off the hallway lights. I grabbed her hand, pulled her body into mine, and slid my hands down to the small of her back—where they’d been each time we were interrupted.
With the fingers of one hand, I grasped the hem of the t-shirt and held my breath as I put the palms of both hands on her bare ass. Damn, she felt good. I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her. In a split second, it became frenzied. Both for her and me. I pulled the shirt over her head and took a step back, running my eyes up and down her naked body. “So fucking beautiful,” I murmured, reaching out to cup her breast.
“Buck, I want to see you,” she said, sliding one hand under the waistband of my jeans.
“All in due time, darlin’. I want you there, on the floor.” I pointed to the throw I’d laid out on top of a thick rug. “On your back, legs spread.”
Her breath hitched as she knelt down with the grace of a dancer. Before she was stretched out the way I wanted her, I placed a pillow under her head and leaned in, close to her ear. “Legs spread, Stella.”
I knelt between them, spreading them wider. “Bend your knees.” I grabbed one of her hands and put it under her leg. “Hold yourself this way,” I said, moving her other hand behind the opposite knee.
Leaning forward, I used my tongue to separate her perfect, wet, hot folds. I put both hands under her, digging my fingers into the ass I’d waited all day to make mine. I wanted to slide my cock into her heat, but I couldn’t. This was my first time making love to Stella, and I wanted her to feel it, see it, know that this was more than a quick fuck between two people who’d teased each other mercilessly.
“Hold on tight,” I said when I saw her hand slipping from her knee.
Her glazed eyes looked into mine. “Please, Buck,” she whispered.
“Did you say please? What are you asking me to do, darlin’?”
“Fuck me.” It came out as a needy whine. Would it be best if I warned her she had a long time to wait before I’d give her what she begged for? No. I’d let her go along for the ride instead.
I moved her hands, took her legs one at a time, and stretched them out on the floor but open for me. I licked her clit with my tongue. As much as I wanted to linger there, I didn’t. I ran my tongue up the center of her body to her belly button.
She jerked and giggled as if it tickled, but she wasn’t smiling. Her body was strung tight with tension I would eventually relieve, but not yet. I kept going, taking as much of her breast into my mouth as I could while I plucked and pulled at her other nipple.
I released both her breasts and did the thing she least wanted me to do. I studied her body. I lifted her breasts and let them fall. I ran my tongue and lips down her side. I raised her arm over her head and kissed the smooth skin above her elbow. I kissed her neck, the soft lines on either side of her mouth, the harder lines on the edges of her eyes.
I came back to her mouth and kissed her with all of the fervor I’d felt for her every minute I listened to her voice before I fell asleep. I kissed her hard and deep and, at the same time, trailed my hand back down her body to settle between her legs.
I stopped and looked into her eyes—her pleading, insecure, frightened eyes. “Trust me,” I whispered.
Stella nodded, just slightly, but enough for me to know that despite her fear, she was still with me. Still willing. I kissed my way down her body, moved between her legs, and settled there. I watched her as I used my mouth and hands to give her enough pleasure that her back arched, her eyes rolled in her head, and she pulled my hair with the fingers she’d woven into it.
When her breathing evened out, and she dropped her hands from my head, I kissed my way down her leg. I took my time, trailing my tongue down the soft flesh on the inside of her thigh to her knee, then down her calf to her ankle. As I made my way up her other leg, I put my hands on her waist. My thumbs met in her center, and I stretched my hands until my middle fingers met behind her. I flipped her then, so I could get to know the back of her body the same way I was learning the front.
She groaned when I trailed my tongue down her spine and when I kissed the tender cheeks of her ass. I was torturing her, mentally more than physically, but after tonight, I wouldn’t allow Stella to ever again question my attraction to her. She would understand that every inch of her excited me. Every breath she took, every thought I could see rolling around in her beautiful brain, turned me on.
