He dipped his head between her legs and gave her a light lick.Gina dropped back onto the pillows and surrendered herself to the sensation.
As he got down to business, he pushed her legs further apart to make room for his massive shoulders.
“Damn, you’re flexible,” he muttered against her pussy.
She lifted the arm she’d thrown over her eyes and gazed down at him dazedly. “You already knew that.”
“Just commenting.” He spread her with his thumbs and returned to his task.
With every pull of his lips on her clit, waves of pleasure scattered her thoughts. Every swipe of his tongue on her entrance reformed them to a single point of focus: this man, his mouth, her pussy. From her lips fell a single word, repeated over and over like a chant:yes, yes, yes.
The orgasm shimmered at the edge of her consciousness. Toes curling against his sides, she bowed her body up and gripped handfuls of his hair, crying out his name. “Stone!”
His gaze flicked up to hers, wicked humor in the blue depths. He made a sound of assent in the back of his throat, his tongue busy swirling her clit, as if he knew she was close.
“Stone, I’m…”
“Uh-huh?”
Squeezing her eyes shut, her muscles tensed and her hands tightened on his hair. His tongue stoked her higher and higher, and finally, oh god,finally,she came, letting out a keening moan. Sensation poured through her body, making her tremble and shake, wringing her out and leaving nothing but tingling aftershocks that throbbed through her from end to end.
Sated and spent, she collapsed onto the pillows and fought to catch her breath.
Damn.The man had a mouth on him. But now they were 2 and 0 in the orgasm department.
Stone crawled up her body to whisper in her ear. “Condoms, Gina.”
“Bedside.” She flung a hand in the direction of the drawer,which held the condoms she’d snagged from Natasha’s stash. Her eyelids fluttered as Stone rummaged around. A rip of foil, and she opened her eyes in time to see him rolling the latex down his thick length.
It was a good thing he’d prepared her so thoroughly.
She flopped like a rag doll as he knelt between her legs. He took himself in hand and notched the head of his cock in her folds.
His blue gaze captured hers. “Ready, Gina?”
“I’ve been ready for two months. Do it.”
He flashed her a grin, and in one smooth move, slid inside her.
She sucked in a breath as he filled her. Ohgod.
He didn’t give her time to adjust. Gathering her in his arms, he lifted her into an upright position.
“What are you—?”
He knelt on the bed and pressed one hand to the wall for support. His other arm held her to him, pinned on his cock.
“Ready?” he asked again.
She couldn’t form words this time, and only nodded. His body tightened, the light from her bedside lamp gilding all those delicious muscles.
And then he thrust.
Tremors of glorious sensation spiraled through her body. She clung to his sweat-slickened shoulders, her legs locked around his hips. A shiver went through him.
“Damn, Gina,” he ground out, thrusting again. “You’re so fucking tight.”
No words to be had. She moaned in reply.
