"Only you can prevent forest fires," I say with a laugh looking at Stone stroking his massive, still hard cock.
"What?" Stone laughs along with me though of course he has no idea what crazy thoughts I'm thinking. I'll be nice and tell him.
"Oh, I was just thinking that you keep my body on fire. If you don't put it out with that big fireman's hose, I might destroy a village or something," I say, giggling at the absurdity of what I've just said. "Okay, okay," I say waving my hands. "What can I say? You fucked me silly and I don't have to make sense anymore."
"That's right, babe," Stone says, pulling me close. "You don't have to make sense, you just have to be mine. Nothing in this world could make more sense than you and me. Everything fades away when you're with me. And without you...I felt like static in the wind."
Stone cups my face and kisses me. His lips slowly close over mine, pull me in. His tongue taps at seam of my lips, and I let him in. Our tongues glide over each other. His hips grind into me and I'm aching for him. He pulls back to kiss the corner of my mouth, then back to talk to me again.
"Gonna fuck you slow, savor every moment of having you back, now that we've rutted like animals," Stone says. "Not that I don't love being downright dirty with you, Gisele, but you're too good not to worship."
His lips close back over mine. Stone keeps cradling my face. And he presses his cock back into me, deep, slow. He strokes long inside me and fills me up.
I feel my pussy fluttering around him. The sensation of him fucking me slow instead of our usual breakneck speed takes my breath away. It is every bit as intense. If anything it is more intense because I have the tantalizing knowledge that his massive cock is going to fill me up so good and I have time to be able to anticipate it. I'm a vessel for er every bit of pleasure he extracts from my body. I squeeze him with my inner walls. Capture him and pull him in deeper with every stroke.
We're breathing in time with each other and we're two souls as one. Wound together, inexplicably absent from everything but the rising tides between us that crash from two waves to one. Pleasure rolls through my body and I'm on the edge of everything. Aching and hopeful for everything. But I'm not insistent or begging. I'm content and thrilled, maxed out on pleasure. This is what absolute joy feels like. I have absolutely everything I've ever wanted. I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight to me. I lean back on the wall and rock my legs up to pull him against me and hold him in tight with my legs. I know he's not going anywhere but my whole body has been overtaken by the singular urge to capture him, take him in and hold him close as I can. I'm enraptured by him and I obsessively need him. I'm floating through my mind and thinking nothing but thoughts of the scent of his skin, the feel of his chest pressed against me.
"I'm going to come again," Stone moans into my mouth. The taste of his words drown me and I need him. I wrap my legs around him and grind my hips against him, pulling him tight against me, keeping him in with hips and taking every last drop of his cum. The hot load inside me fills me up with his warm juices. I feel his cum roll down my thighs and mix with my own sticky arousal.
"You made a beautiful mess of me," say, my legs shaking around him as he holds me against him.
"You're always beautiful," Stone says, kissing my cheek.
"You're always cheesy but I love it," I say, kissing right next to his lips.
"I love you," Stone says, kissing my lips again.
He is damn cheesy, but he's good at it. Like, is it even cheesy if I love it? Or is it just good shit? Stone is that good, good shit. I can't believe everything that we've been through. I can't believe that I'm the girl who fucked a guitar god and his rock hard famous rock cock in a club bathroom. Who wrote a story about the crazy way he took pills to beat his addiction, when his withdrawal from me helped him to kick both. He's cured me of my intolerance for my own happiness. Stone leaves me uninhibited with utter confidence like no one else and nothing else can. Like I'm a strong independent but I would be lost without him. He's not just a god on guitar, he's the master of my every desire and the needs of my soul.
"If you're done, I totally understand," Stone says, licking my neck and then looking into my eyes. "But I missed you too damn much. I'm not ready to leave your pussy just let if you'll have me," Stone says with puppy dog eyes.
I can't help but laugh, but I'm already pulling his ass towards me and driving his cock back into me.
"I will never get enough of you, Stone. I paid all that I could for this elevator, so I say we make sure that I get my money's worth. Fuck me hard enough I loop back to not feeling like a limp noodle. I want your cock but I don't think I can hold my legs up without leaning against here," I tell Stone, laughing at how weak my legs are.