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I ran my hands up his chest, pausing on his solid pectoral muscles. “Did I tell you how handsome you look today? I meant to if I didn’t.”
“I don’t believe you did.”
I pushed the jacket off his shoulders and loosened his tie. “Very sexy. I am a lucky, lucky woman.”
“Sexy, huh?”
I tossed his tie and swiftly unbuttoned his shirt. “Mmm. Do I still have to pretend I don’t think you’re attractive? I was pretty good at it, don’t you think?”
Stone didn’t have on an undershirt, so I was immediately hit with the sight of his bare chest when the shirt gaped open. I sighed at the feel of his skin.
“Damn good at it. And you better quit that.”
His shirt was the next casualty as I shoved it off, and it dropped to the floor. I was a woman on a mission, unfastening his belt and pants before lowering the zipper. I brushed against the hard heat under his underwear, and he sucked in a breath. I ran my index finger from the base of the shaft to the head, which was straining to peek out of the top of his boxers. I pushed his pants down, the belt buckle hitting the floor with a thud.
His mouth fused against mine, and I met his kiss with equal fervor. All restraint was gone as Stone kissed me like his life depended on it. I’d assumed he was going to be tender, take things slow and easy to make me comfortable.
I found my way under the waistband of his underwear and shoved them off. His molten hot cock throbbed in my grasp. The skin was soft, yet he was granite beneath. I held him, savoring the feel of my husband, in awe once more at the size of him in my small hand.
Stone slid his hand under the barely there lace of my bra and cupped my breast. My back arched to meet his touch, my lids closing at the sweet sensation. I realized why I could tolerate his touch, why I craved intimacy with him instead of fearing it.
Stone’s intentions were pure, completely unselfish. He wanted my pleasure more than his own. He was my safe place, and he loved me more than anything. My fears had been justified. I’d been afraid my father would be here with us, souring something beautiful. But he wasn’t, because Stone kept him away. His love was more powerful than my father. There was no room for him here.
The revelation was freeing. I surrendered everything to my husband, the last of my apprehension evaporating.
“You’re with me,” he breathed into my mouth.
“Completely. Always.”
His mouth consumed mine like he’d never get enough. His hands grew frantic as they roved my body, finally unclasping my bra. I let him go long enough to shimmy it off my arms, and then I stroked him as if I’d done it a thousand times, memorizing every long inch of him.
He laid me down on the bed and leaned over me. “I think we’ll keep the stockings and the shoes on. But these…” His finger hooked the string holding together the front and back pieces of my underwear. “They have to go, much as I like them.” And with that, he snapped the fabric and cast it aside, leaving me exposed.
I felt no urge to cover up, captivated by the look of longing on his face, the undeniable desire, the reverence, as if I were an altar and he had come to worship.
I gazed at my husband, from his handsome face to his sculpted chest and abdominals, to what had branded my hands only a moment ago. He was thick, lengthening before my eyes, the tip glistening, throbbing in time with the vein running down his shaft.
“Scoot back against the pillows.”
I complied, scrambling backward until my spine hit the decorative pillows behind me. He knelt between my legs after he spread them wide.
I lifted my hips. His grin loosened every knot inside me, but when his mouth found my lower lips, I stiffened in surprise.
Stone licked and kissed and sucked until I melted into the bed. I wound tighter and tighter, his tongue working some kind of magic on me. He slid a finger inside, then another, while that blessed tongue ran circles around my clit.
“Stop,” I panted, and abruptly his mouth and hands were gone. The fear he’d done something I didn’t like was in his eyes, and I couldn’t stand it. “No.” I shook my head furiously. “I’m getting close, and I want the first time to be with you inside me.”
His relief couldn’t have been more visible, and he began to tease again. “You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart.”
“Please.”
He kissed my thighs and belly, pausing on his journey upward to suck both of my nipples to hard nubs. Once he covered me, I arched into him, every inch of me begging for contact with him. My legs went around his back, my ankles locking him in place. He pushed at my entrance, throbbing against me.
His eyes brightened as he tenderly brushed hair off my forehead. “I love you, Muriella.”
And then he slowly sank inside me, pushing past the resistance my body put up until finally it greedily sucked him in. “I love you too.”
He slid in and out of me, allowing me get used to the feel of him. Stone was too big for me, yet he shifted so I could easily take all of him. I met his thrusts as my blood rapidly reached the boiling point.
