Searching for Always(89)

“You’re so wet. So hot. You’re coming apart right underneath me, little one. Your responses are perfect. Ask me again.”

“Stone, please let me come!”

“Yes, baby, now, against my mouth, give it all to me.” Curling his finger, he plunged inside her tight channel while his tongue increased the pressure on her clit, licking harder and harder and then—

She screamed. She cried. She yelled. The orgasm hit her like a train wreck, squeezing every muscle in her body with an agony of pleasure, all she could do was shake beneath him and surrender. He never stopped, his tongue and teeth nibbling and licking her right up to another orgasm, letting her free-fall in space.

Arilyn fell back into the mattress, giving herself over to him. She watched from heavy-lidded eyes as he donned a condom, paused before her dripping center, and began to fill her inch by slow inch.

Her body reawoke. The delicious friction and pressure as he invaded and took over her body was too much. She flung her head back and forth against the pillow, moaning, not even sure if she was fighting him or urging him closer. His fingers entwined with hers, holding her hands trapped against each side of her head, not stopping until he was buried balls-deep within her. Arilyn blinked up at his face: teeth clenched, sweat dripping from his brow, his gaze pinning her as helplessly as his body.

“Too big,” she gasped. “Can’t.”

“You can. Fuck, you’re so tight, little one.” He moved an inch, going even deeper, until she felt split apart. Slowly he rocked back and forth as she opened up further, every muscle in her body squeezing him. “You fit perfectly. Holy shit, you’re coming again, Arilyn, I can feel it. Let go, baby, give it to me.”

“Too much—I can’t—oh!” And then he pulled back out and slammed inside of her so fast and so deep and so hard, she climaxed again, surrendering to the brutal, aching pleasure that almost bordered on pain.

She rode out the climax, whimpering deep in her throat, and hung on as he pounded inside her body with all the rough violence and lust she craved, until he shouted her name, giving her his orgasm, never pausing until there was nothing left of either of them.

Somehow, he managed to roll over so he wasn’t crushing her. He spooned against her, his arms slipping around her stomach, keeping her close, his lips buried in the crook of her neck. Surrounded by his warmth and delicious smell, she relaxed completely in his embrace.

“What did you do to me?” he whispered in her ear.

She managed to rouse herself enough to answer his question with one of her own. “What did you do to me?”

Arilyn knew they spoke of something bigger than the sex, but she couldn’t wrap her mind around it. She did the only thing left.

She lost consciousness.


STONE STARED INTO THE darkness, listening to her steady breathing.

Well, wasn’t he completely screwed? In a good way. And in a very, very bad way.

He knew exactly what he expected from fucking Arilyn Meadows. Oh, definitely orgasms. Pleasure. Some ups and downs, since they were so different and annoyed the crap out of each other. A few laughs. Then a clean pathway back to the single life, with a clear conscience.

Now?

Not so much.

Stone tried to figure it out. What had happened? Yes, she called to him on a level he’d never experienced before. The physical connection overwhelmed him, but when he slid deep inside her body, felt her core clenching him with those silky muscles, he wasn’t just thinking about her sweet pussy. No, instead he became entranced by the open vulnerability in her grass-green eyes. The way her mouth opened in a breathy gasp, and that look of wonder on her face when he surged inside her, making him feel like Spider-Man and Superman and fucking Thor all rolled up into one holy mix of hotness. The sting of her nails digging into his shoulders, and the way her body fit perfectly to his, like they belonged together. But the worst? Oh, God, the worst part of all scared the living bejesus out of him.

It was the feeling of peace and homecoming when they were connected. As if they were meant for each other.

Stone closed his eyes and tried to take those deep yoga breaths she had taught him. He fought the need to run for the exit and never return. This mix of emotions was brand-new and more threatening than the Headless Horseman on Halloween. He was in it for the sex, Stone reminded himself. It had been a long time. Of course, she looked at him like he was a hero. She’d been stuck with a dickhead for five long years and she was hungry for connection. By morning, they’d both be over the strange feelings.

That had to be it. Right?

The alternative was not allowed.

He tried to ease into sleep for a well-needed nap, but even though he’d just had the best climax of his life, he wanted her again. She stirred, mumbling into the pillow, and the scent of musky sex and coconut body lotion flooded his nostrils. Her body was magnificent, but even more so was her pride and grace in the way she carried herself. As if she realized on her own that she was enough. That kind of confidence was sexy as hell, and he couldn’t wait to have more of her.