“Are you going to stop talking nonsense? Or do you need something in your mouth so you’ll listen to what I have to say?”
Her eyes heat, and she licks her lips before slowly circling her tongue around my cock.
“That’s my girl,” I say. “Now, do boring girls like sucking cock?”
She shakes her head no as she takes me in.
“Do they swallow their cum in the office while hiding under desks?”
She shakes her head again, all while doing something wicked with her tongue.
“Do boring girls get fucked over desks? Or on balconies where anyone could walk by and see them?”
Her face blushes thinking back to what we did last night. Which, for the record, was one of the hottest things we’ve ever done.
“And do boring girls try to get in fights at bars and run away from weddings and befriend strangers?”
With every one of my words, Stella starts working me harder and faster. It’s like my praise is fueling her.
“No, they don’t. Because Stella Banks, you are the farthest thing from boring. And if you’re going to forget that, then maybe I should remind you.”
A popping sound comes from her sweet mouth as I pull her off me, but not so hard as she doesn’t have her bearings. In one motion I have her back on the bed, her leg on my shoulder, as I line my aching cock up to her and slide in.
“You’re the furthest thing from boring,” I say as I push into her, her heat wrapping around me as I make sure she’s good before letting go.
“You’re fucking beautiful.”
And she is, really, at all times. Dressed up in her heels and skirts that try to kill me. Wearing my T-shirt with no makeup. Sweaty when we’re at the gym. Every time I see her, it takes my breath away.
“You’re strong as hell.”
I mean, who could run from a wedding, figure out a new life, be threatened to be sued, be questioned by the feds, and come out wearing a smile and never letting her demeanor crack? Stella Banks, that’s who.
“You’re smart. Funny. The furthest thing from boring.”
I lower her leg and slow my thrusts, but just because I want to lean down and take her lips as soon as I’m done saying this last one.
“And Stella Banks? You brought out something in me I didn’t know was buried. You make me want to be a better man. I can’t wait to show you all the ways you’re not boring. Because this life? The one we’re about to start? Boring is going to be the furthest word from it.”
I capture her lips with mine, burying myself in her deeper than maybe I ever have before. She purrs into my mouth and I hold her closer, wanting not a breath of air between us.
Boring? How could she think for a second that she’s boring? Every time I’m with her it’s something new. New sounds or touches. New ways she screams my name. Everything with Stella is like the first time, every time.
And I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it. I’ll sure as hell never think she’s boring.
“Emmett…” My name spills out of her mouth as she tilts her head back. “Please.”
She’ll never have to ask twice.
I place her back down on the bed, this time bringing both legs to my shoulders. I’ve learned this is Stella’s magic switch, and I’m not going to be too far behind her.
Stella’s back arches and her legs tense against my chestseconds before she explodes onto me. It’s enough to send me just seconds later.
“Fuck me...” Those are the only words I can think of as I slowly bring her down and fall onto the bed next to her.
“You said it,” she says, rolling over so she’s now on top of me. “I love you, Emmett Collins.”
She places a small kiss on my lips as she starts slowly running her fingers through my hair. The acts are enough to send me into a late morning nap.
