But fuck. What if he found that to be a turnoff?
Well, he hadn’t said anything the night before, and he wasn’t saying anything now. In fact, he placed his index finger at the top of her slit and slid it down, brushing past the entire sensitive area and ramping up her desire once more. He was teasing her, making her want him to get down to business, and he brought his face close then, so she knew he wasn’t going to fuck around for long.
It wasn’t like last night. Now she could only think of him.
He touched her clit with the tip of his tongue then, and that was when she became aware of how wet she was down there. The residual moisture from her shower couldn’t account for the slickness she felt between her legs. No, that was for Stone, her body’s way of inviting him in, letting him know she was primed and ready.
As though she were a lollypop, he glided his tongue down the length of her clit slowly, achingly slow, so that by the time he reached the bottom, a low, almost painful moan flowed out of her mouth and she grabbed that damned comforter in her fists. His left hand was splayed on her belly above his head, but she could feel his other hand by his face, and she wondered what he was doing. It wasn’t until he dragged his tongue back up her slit—still at a snail’s pace—that she could feel him moving a finger around the opening to her pussy. He hadn’t slid it in, was instead teasing the entrance.
The anticipation was killing her.
Her thighs were quivering already, waiting for him to make his next move. It wasn’t that he was pausing, but he was going so slowly that she felt as though she were in pain.
Her heart was thudding in her chest, her breathing jagged, and then he picked up the pace a little. He was still taking his sweet ass time, torturing her, but he was at least moving a little more quickly, and she felt herself get even closer to the edge of pleasure—or disaster. She wasn’t sure which. She only knew that she’d never given herself over to a man like she was giving herself to Stone right now, and she knew it was dangerous, because having that kind of control over her meant he could destroy her completely.
That thought was gone as he stroked her with his tongue again, sliding his finger inside her, and she began breathing heavily, gulping deep breaths of air as she got close. She couldn’t focus on anything because her whole world was that little area down below, the one that Stone was setting on fire. None of the boyfriends she’d fucked in high school had ever managed to give her an orgasm (not that any of them had even tried), and Stone was going to manage to do it on his first try. Well, technically not his first, but the first time Kory was relaxed enough to let it happen. Again.
And it was going to.
She took another deep breath and Stone changed the direction of the way his tongue was moving and sped up a little more again, all while twirling that finger inside her, and she felt everything grow tighter, tighter, until she was ready to break. And break she did. She cried out as the enormity of a long-overdue orgasm overtook her, flooding her world with light and sound and pure feeling, pure ecstasy, nothing but bliss…
she didn’t know that she’d ever felt that way before
…and Stone kept up the pressure until she melted into a little pool of nothing.
But it was damn good nothingness.
Chapter Fourteen
THE DRIVE DOWN the mountain in the bright sunlight had been spectacular. Kory had had no idea they’d been so high up until they were driving down, and she was amazed and left breathless from the beauty of her surroundings. Winchester wasn’t a bad little town, but Stone’s place blew her away.
God, she wanted to ask him a million questions, the first being How the hell much money do you have? followed by Did you earn it or was it given to you on a silver platter?
Thing was…Stone didn’t act like he came from money. Not even close. Kory had gone to school with a few who’d been born into it, and she’d been around those kind of people enough to know that they were a different breed—entitled, spoiled, and clueless when it came to how the rest of the world felt. Stone wasn’t like that. In fact, Stone felt a lot like her kind of people—like he came from low- to middle-class, people who had to struggle for every goddamned penny just to make ends meet.
He might not have those roots, but he felt like he did. He felt like he belonged in her world.
It wasn’t that Kory wanted or liked the struggle and, in fact, she hadn’t been around the lowest the last few years she’d lived with her foster parents, but it was the world she’d come from, the world she knew.
The universe she’d never forget.
And it made her appreciate what she had now.