Fated(39)

“But you didn't, Stefan. I'm here, you're here. Now shut up and kiss me.”

His lips moved to explore my neck, his tongue tracing down my throat to plant a tantalizing kiss against the crook of my neck. I shivered and reluctantly pulled away from him, scooting back farther back on his legs, making short work of unbuttoning his jeans and pulling the zipper down. I tugged on the denim impatiently.

“These have to go, Romeo.”

His eyes darkened dangerously as he wordlessly lifted his hips for me. I stood and pulled them down over his long, finely muscled legs and feet, letting them slip from my fingers. Pushing his thighs apart and kneeling between his legs, I watched as Stefan made short work of removing his t-shirt, my eyes raking over his naked torso.

Licking my lips, I lowered my mouth to lazily circle down his stomach and my hands gently grasped his cock. I paused for a moment to slowly rub my thumb over the liquid that had escaped from the head. I ran my hand over his shaft as my eyes lifted to meet his piercing gaze.

“I'm not stopping this time. I want to feel you inside of my mouth, Stefan. I want to taste you.”

“Fuck, Josephine. Jag vill känna din mun på min kuk.” He let out a groan, his breathing ragged. “Put your dirty little mouth on my cock.”

I slowly slid my mouth over him, feeling his cock jerk slightly from the sensation. I hollowed my cheeks, feeling him hit the back of my throat. I pulled my head back, using my teeth to lightly scrape along the top of his hard shaft. He let out a tortured moan as I twirled my hot tongue over the head, tasting the salty sweet flavor of him on my tongue. I lightly sucked the head into my mouth, moving downward to encase his length in my mouth.

“I want to come in your hot mouth, vackra. Knulla!”

Spurred by his response, I began moving my lips over his cock in a slow steady rhythm, his hips bucking up to go deeper inside of my mouth. My fingers lightly stroked his balls, gently squeezing them gently in my hand. One of his hands threaded in my hair, moving my head faster over his length. He mumbled under his breath and I hummed against him. A growl rumbled in his chest and his long cock hardened more as I sucked him. Tightening my lips around him, I hummed again. He twitched repeatedly inside of my mouth, spilling down my throat.

My eyes flashed to his face as I watched him climax. The muscles were standing out in his neck and his mouth was slightly open with his fangs extended. I swallowed all he had to offer greedily, letting my tongue lazily swirl against him as he slumped against the couch.

Stefan's eyes were heavy with emotion as his large hands reached for me, lifting me from my knees. Straddling his hips, I leaned forward to press kisses against his neck. I shifted back to trace his lips with my finger, his mouth opening slightly in response to my touch. I ran a fingertip over each extended fang, feeling him harden underneath me again. His hands tracing absently down my spine, sending shivers of desire throughout my body.

I couldn't deny the truth any longer. Our days apart proved that I'd only existed prior to meeting him. His very presence made me feel vital and alive.

“I missed you, Stefan. All of you,” I whispered softly. Just saying those words made me feel vulnerable and exposed.

“As I missed you. Enough talking.” He fisted both hands in my tank top, gathering it up and tearing right down the middle, shoving the fabric over my shoulders. His fingertips roamed intimately over the fullness of my breasts, the coolness of his skin causing my nipples to pebble. It was if he was seeing my body for the first time, his blue eyes were glinting with wonder as they traveled over the expanse of my skin.

“Du är knulla magnifik, Josephine.”

Wetness pooled between my legs, soaking my panties and the moist heat flooded against his cock. His eyes drifted to my hips, straddled over him. His hands repeated the process with my shorts and panties, shoving the torn material away.

My entire body felt like it was on fire, surging with a delicious aching need for him.

“Stefan, fuck me. Please.” My mental voice pleaded with him.

“Ah, vackra. I told you that you never have to beg for me to fuck you. It would be my pleasure.” His mental voice was smooth as his hand slipped between us, his fingers sliding over my slick folds. “Still so wet for me.”

My back arched and my head tilted back when his fingers rubbed through my wetness, a wanton moan escaping from my lips as he brushed against my swollen clit.

“So you do want me to fuck you.” His mental voice was hard and demanding as he lifted me up by my hips and impaled me on his cock, letting out a guttural moan as I enveloped him completely until our hips fused together. “I want you to fuck me instead.”