Stefan's Salvation(26)

destiny or chance, Laurel Rose couldn't say. But she did know that, for better or for

worse, no matter what obstacles stood between them, this was her man.



Chapter Seventeen



Her soft words echoed in his head like the answer to a prayer, or perhaps a dream.

But the soft, willing woman in his arms was no apparition. Flesh and blood, she was

offering him everything he'd always wanted. He vowed then that whatever her choice,

he would accept it. He would live out a human life with her and die at the end of her

days if that was what she wanted.

What he really wanted was what his brothers had. He had a desperate need for a

mate who would be by his side for eternity. But he would not force her to make any

immediate decisions. For now, it was enough that he'd found her and she wanted him.

His cock throbbed, urging him to plunge into her hot depths and slake his lust for

her. His fangs lengthened and the beast within him demanded that he satisfy his

craving for her.

Lifting her from his lap, he stood her in front of him. "Take off your panties." Her

hands were shaking as she hooked her fingers into the elastic waistband and began the

slow, torturous task of inching the white cotton fabric down her hips. The sweet scent of

her arousal filled his nostrils and he knew the shivers that coursed through her body

were a combination of arousal, excitement, fear and the chill of the night air.

He licked his lips as she pushed her panties down her thighs, revealing the soft,

damp hair of her sex. When she kicked them away, she was totally naked. If he had it

his way, he'd keep her like that for at least the next two years, maybe longer. He didn't

think he'd ever get enough of his Laurel Rose.

Planting his feet on the ground to keep the swing steady, he held out his hand to

her. "Step up." He could sense her confusion. "I want to fuck you, but I need to taste

you first."

Her eyes widened and her nostrils flared. He could see the interest in her eyes as

she finally clasped her fingers around his and allowed him to help her. Cautiously, she

stepped up onto the wooden bench of the swing so that her legs were spread wide and

one foot rested on either side of his hips.

His hands clasped her hips, holding her securely. "Reach up and grasp the top of

the swing." Gingerly she reached up and gripped the wooden beam in her hands.

"That's it," he murmured encouragingly. "Hold tight and don't let go."

Tipping his head back, he drank in the sight of her. Her fingers were wrapped

around the beam, clutching it convulsively as if uncertain. Then her grip tightened,

turning her knuckles white. Her acquiescence pleased him.

Her long, slender arms were raised above her, thrusting her breasts forward. Her

nipples were hard, red nubs and he knew that the slight night breeze would arouse her

further, causing them to pucker and constrict even more. Her slender ribcage made her

seem fragile, but Stefan knew that her backbone was pure steel. While his gaze drifted

lower over the gentle slope of her hips, he groaned as the pressure of his cock against

his jeans became painful. With her feet spread wide on the seat of the swing, her pussy

was perfectly situated in front of his face.

Reaching down, he undid the button of his jeans and carefully unzipped it over his

pulsing erection. Since he wasn't wearing any underwear, his cock jumped free,

straining upward, trying to reach her. He shifted slightly so that his testicles no longer

felt crushed. Pre-cum was seeping from the swollen head of his cock and he knew he

wouldn't last long. But he would last long enough to sample the feast spread in front of

him.

Not bothering to unbutton his shirt, he dragged it over his head and tossed it aside,

careful to keep the swing steady as he did so. The breeze felt good against his skin.

Wrapping his hands around her slender ankles, he slid them up the backs of her legs,

caressing the long, lean muscles as he moved upward behind her knees and over her

thighs until he was cupping the firm globes of her ass.

Squeezing, he massaged the soft, supple flesh of her behind. She had a great ass.

Someday, he wanted to fuck it. She would be so tight, it would be incredible. Dipping

one of his fingers into her pussy, he lubricated it with her cum before going back to the

puckered hole of her behind. He sensed her tension as he gently traced the edges of the

entrance before inserting the tip of his finger inside.

"Stefan," she gasped as she swayed forward, trying to escape him. But his upper

body was in front of her and there was nowhere for her to go.

"Shhh, my sweet." He pushed his finger a fraction deeper and gritted his teeth as

his cock throbbed in time to the muscles of her ass that clamped down hard on his

finger. "Someday, I want to fuck your beautiful ass." His blunt words startled her and

he took advantage of her distraction to push his finger even deeper, burying it more

than halfway inside her.

He stroked his thumb over the folds of her pussy and it was immediately soaked

with her juices. His Laurel Rose was aroused by the idea of him taking her in that way.

Leaning forward, he traced the outline of her bellybutton before dipping his tongue

inside. Her stomach muscles clenched as he pushed his finger all the way inside her

sweet ass.

"Stefan," she gasped. Her breath was coming in short, hard pants now. "I don't

know how much longer I can stand like this."

Cursing himself for forgetting her bad leg, he slowly withdrew his finger although

what he really wanted to do was to insert a second one and stretch her wider, making

her ready to take his cock. Later, he assured himself. They had forever to do those

things. Right now, he needed to concentrate on Laurel Rose's pleasure.

Gripping her hips tight to support her, he placed a quick kiss on her stomach.

"Forgive me, my sweet." Knowing that time was running short for both of them, he slid

his thumbs over the slick folds of her pussy, spreading her wide for him to see. The

night was bright from the glow of the almost full moon but Stefan didn't need it to see

her. The folds of her cunt were pink and wet with her cream. Her swollen clit was

peeking out of its hood, begging for attention. And her scent...it was intoxicating. He

could almost come by just smelling her.

Leaning forward, he flicked at the red nub of her clit with his tongue. Laurel Rose

moaned and pushed her hips forward. Sliding lower in the seat, he buried his face in

her pussy, lapping at the cream that coated her lush folds. Up one side and down the

other, there was no part of her left untouched by him. Her sweet cries filled the air.

In spite of the cool breeze, he could feel a light sheen of sweat on his body. His

testicles drew up tight and he gritted his teeth, trying to focus his thoughts on

something else, anything but the incredibly giving woman crying out her pleasure into

the night. He was so close to coming, it would take very little to drive him over the edge

and he was determined to pleasure her again before he took her.

Without warning, he plunged two of his long, thick fingers inside her body. Her

vaginal muscles squeezed them hard and tight. Capturing her clit carefully between his

teeth, he flicked it with his tongue as he pulled his fingers back and thrust them

forward again into her heated depths. Once. Twice. On the third thrust, she came.

Gripping her from behind with his free arm, he continued to work her with his

fingers and mouth as she convulsed. When her legs buckled, he quickly withdrew his

fingers from her and held her in both arms. But he continued to lap at her with his

tongue until she released her grip on the beam over her head and all but crumpled into

his lap. Catching her easily, he cradled her in his lap as spasms continued to shake her

body.



Laurel Rose could hardly breathe as she lay against Stefan's chest. Aftershocks of

pleasure rocked her and she shivered. Goose bumps covered her flesh and she was glad

when his arms tightened around her, sharing his warmth and comfort with her. She

could feel his lips gently kiss the top of her head.

She couldn't believe what they'd just done. The old Laurel Rose of just a week ago

could never have imagined standing naked on a swing while her lover pleasured her

with his mouth and his hands. But since meeting Stefan, everything had changed.

Suddenly, there was nothing that she didn't want to do with him. She wanted to try

anything and experience everything. But only with him.

She could feel her face heating at the mere memory of what he'd done to her

behind. The shock of having him insert his finger in her ass was both disconcerting and

arousing. She'd never imagined having a man do something like that to her. And when

he bluntly told her that he wanted to fuck her ass, a bolt of desire had shot through her.

She wanted to try that too. Eventually.

He shifted her in his arms so that she was facing him, kneeling over his lap with her

legs on either side of his hips. She knew it was time. He said nothing as he guided her

hips with his hand. She leaned forward, spreading her legs wider to give him better

access. His growl of approval was like a physical caress.

She felt the blunt head of his erection against her opening as he inserted just the tip

inside. Suddenly, he surged upward as he pulled her hips down toward him, burying

his cock to the hilt inside her in one single stroke. Laurel Rose tipped back her head and

gasped for breath. He was so hard and big inside her, stretching her already swollen