Stefan's Salvation(16)

His next words shattered that illusion.

"You're so wet and hot for me, aren't you, Laurel Rose?" His voice was harsher

now, sexier. "If I put my finger inside you, your pussy would clutch it tight and pull it

deeper, but that still wouldn't be enough. You want my cock inside you. Don't you,

baby?"

His words shook her to her core and her entire body quivered. "Yes," she moaned,

unable to be anything less than honest with him.

The sound of a zipper lowering was loud in the quiet room. Her gaze flew to his lap

and she watched with undisguised anticipation as he opened his jeans and released his

swollen cock from the confines of the stiff fabric. Her eyes widened when she realized

he wasn't wearing any underwear. His erection was long and thick and looked

incredibly hard. Her fingers itched to touch it just to see if it was as hard as it looked.

"If you want to touch it, taste it, you've got to show me you want me." His voice

was pure seduction as he took his cock in his hand and gave it a long, slow pump. She

licked her lips as a bead of white liquid escaped the tip. She wanted to lick it, to run her

tongue across the swollen head of his penis. "Show me, Laurel Rose." His harsh

command startled her out of her sensual reverie.

There was no thought of denying him. She was filled with the desire to share her

body with him, to give herself to him. She felt totally uninhibited in a way that she'd

never experienced before. She felt a sexual freedom with Stefan. Being naked in front of

him was empowering and sensual. A thing of beauty. It was something to celebrate.

There was no sense of shame between them. They belonged to one another.

Raising her hands to her breasts, she cupped the mounds. They weren't overly

large, but they were well-shaped and firm. But the size didn't matter. She felt sensual

and beautiful under his lustful stare. Taking her time, she rubbed her thumbs across her

swollen nipples, gasping with pleasure at her own touch.

Stefan growled low in the back of his throat as she slid her hands down her torso to

her sex. He continued to pump his cock with his hand and she found the sight

incredibly arousing. Spreading her legs wide, she reached between her thighs and

pulled back the slick folds of her labia and exposed her pussy to him.

Looking down at herself, she could see the wet, pink folds as well as the hard nub

of her clit just begging for his touch. As he reached his hand out toward her, she could

feel her cream slipping down her inner thighs. The smell of sex wafted up around her

and she unconsciously arched her hips toward him.

He inserted the tip of his middle finger just inside her slit. Her body clenched hard,

as he'd predicted, desperately trying to draw his finger deeper. Instead of satisfying

her, his touch was making her feel hotter and needier. She couldn't stop her gasp of

disappointment when he pulled his hand away. She bit her lip to keep from screaming

at him to fuck her. She'd never felt this needy or out of control in her life.

Stefan came to his feet in one swift motion. He hauled off his boots and socks and

shucked his jeans. She stood there with her hands still between her legs, with her pussy

spread wide as he tore his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. He sat down on

the side of the bed and spread his legs wide in invitation.

"You showed me your pussy." His eyes almost set fire to her skin as he stared at

her sex. "And it is hot and wet. So damned beautiful." He held out his hands to her.

"Come here, baby. It's only fair that you get what you wanted."

Laurel Rose let her fingers slide from between her thighs and allowed her arms to

drop back by her sides. Stefan's hands were large with long, thick fingers. She wanted

them on her body, pleasuring her. He might be naked, but there was nothing remotely

vulnerable about the man in front of her. If anything, he seemed even larger with the

civilized veneer of clothing stripped from him.

His shoulders were as wide and as strong as the mountains that she loved so well.

There was a solid timelessness about Stefan as he sat motionless, waiting for her. His

arms and chest were massive, the muscles prominent beneath his warm flesh. Even

sitting at ease, his abdomen looked like something out of a bodybuilder's magazine. His

cock was hard and thick as it sprung upright from the nest of curls at its base.

Last night, Stefan had brought her to orgasm, giving her more pleasure than she

had ever experienced, more pleasure than she'd thought possible. Tonight, she wanted

to give the same to him.

Taking a step toward him, she slowly sank to her knees in front of him. She could

feel the muscles in his thighs clench as she pushed them wider with her shoulders.

Sitting back on her feet, she placed her hands on his knees, looked up at him and

smiled. Having all this barely leashed male power under her control was intoxicating.

Taking a deep breath to help calm her own raging desires, she lowered her head ever so

slowly toward him. This was going to be fun.



Chapter Eleven



Stefan clenched his hands at his sides to keep from tossing Laurel Rose facedown

on the bed and driving his cock as hard and as deep into her pussy as he could go. He

didn't know if he'd be able to survive having her sweet mouth on him without coming.

He could smell her arousal with every breath he took. Her musky scent drew him,

making his cock throb and ache to be inside her. He could hear her heart fluttering in

her chest in a combination of excitement, fear and nerves as she knelt between his

spread thighs. The pulse at the base of her neck throbbed as her sweet blood rushed

through her body.

Wrapping his hands around the edge of the mattress, he held on tight. No matter

what, he was determined to allow her the time to touch and taste him. It would help her

to relax and become more at ease with him. He knew she was aroused, but he wanted

more. He wanted her to want him so desperately she would hold nothing back from

him.

Her hands glided up the inside of his thighs. Her touch was firm and sure, her

fingers gently kneading the muscles as she moved up the length of his leg. Stefan could

feel the hair on his body stand on end as anticipation filled him.

Using her thumbs, she traced the crease at the top of his thighs, her short nails

barely scraping his skin. His cock flexed toward her, demanding her attention. She

laughed and he felt her pleasure straight to his soul.

Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips and she took a deep breath before

wrapping her fingers around him. Stefan closed his eyes and tipped back his head,

praying for divine intervention. The skin of her hands was slightly rough, a testament

to her days of hard work, but he found even that arousing.

Ever so slowly, she slid her hands up and down the length of his cock, starting at

the base and moving to the very tip. "Harder." His voice was little more than a harsh

whisper, but she responded immediately. He could feel her fingers closing around him,

tightening her hold. "Yesss," he hissed as she continued to stroke him.

Keeping his eyes half closed, he tipped his head back down and watched her. All

her attention was focused on his cock. She looked enthralled as she moved her hands

over his length, squeezing him carefully. Her long braid had fallen over her shoulder

and the end rested in her lap. The blue of her eyes seemed even darker and more

mysterious as she watched him with undisguised pleasure. Her skin was lightly tanned,

making the scar on her cheek more prominent, but it in no way diminished her beauty,

which came from within her and shone like a beacon in the night.

Her breasts swayed as her breathing deepened, their tight pink buds pouting for

attention. His gaze swept down her slender torso and over the gentle flare of her hips.

There was nothing remarkable about this woman and yet everything about her was

remarkable. Fashioned specifically for him, there was nothing about her that didn't

please him.

He sucked in a deep breath as she leaned forward. Her mouth opened and her lips

closed over the head of his erection. Stefan felt her warm breath on his cock just before

her mouth enveloped him. The heat was incredible as she swirled her tongue around

the tip before releasing him.

Laurel Rose looked pleased with herself as she leaned down further and nuzzled

his testicles, which were swollen with need. Opening her mouth, she sucked on the

heavy sac before releasing it and stroking her tongue up the length of his erection from

root to tip and back down again. Her fingers cupped and massaged his scrotum as her

tongue continued to taste him.

"Enough," he growled. Gripping the sides of her face with his hands, he drew her

mouth back to the tip of his cock. She eagerly opened her mouth and took him as deep

as she could.

His fingers tightened around her skull, cradling it in his large hands as he fucked

her sweet mouth. With one hand, she continued to finger his balls even as she wrapped

her other hand around the base of his cock and squeezed him on every downward

stroke. His hips flexed forward, driving himself deeper into her mouth.

He could feel his balls pulling up tight against his body. A bead of sweat rolled

down his temple, but he ignored it. Nothing mattered but the woman kneeling at his

feet. His blood pumped through his veins as the need for completion gripped him. He

murmured his encouragement as she continued to suck. Damn, her mouth was hot and

moist and perfect.

His skin felt as if it were stretched taut over his frame and every muscle contracted