Fall (VIP #3)(111)

Everything gets a bit frenzied. We find the sofa, falling back onto the cool leather, Stella’s soft body on top of mine. I need her. Skin to skin, mouth to mouth. She is air and water and life. I wrap my arms around her slim back and tug her closer even as she’s sliding her tongue deeper, tasting me with impatient licks.

Her little silk panties tear under my grip, and I groan at the wet slide of her sex on my lower abs. Stella reaches between us and yanks at the button of my jeans, then I’m lifting my hips, both of us wriggling to get me free. Her mouth, though, I can’t leave her juicy mouth. Pure lust shoots hot and wild down my spine as she finally, finally, grips my cock.

And then she’s sinking down, gripping me so hot, wet, and tight with her little cunny. I thrust up, bouncing her on my hips, and she undulates, working me how she wants, using me for her pleasure. I love it, love the way her sweet tips jiggle and sway, the plump firmness of her ass in my hands.

She works me faster and faster, her hips snapping. She arches her back, tilting her head to the side, her eyes closed as she concentrates. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

As though she can hear my thoughts, her eyes open and meet mine. Soft lips part as she leans down, wrapping herself around me. I capture those lips and kiss her like I’m dying. We’re moving with disjointed jerks and thrusts, all sensation and no finesse. She feels so good, so slick and hot. I’m not going to last.

“Are you close?” I pant into her mouth. “Tell me what you need.”

But she only moans, her brows furrowing as she grinds on my cock. With a hand that shakes, I fumble in between us and press my thumb on her swollen clit—hard, just the way she likes it—and she detonates, wailing, her body going loose and helpless. Stella falls into her orgasm, letting it take her, leaving me to handle her body with perfect trust.

The sight of her undone, the rhythmic pulse of her clenching around my cock, has me coming so hard, I forget where I am, who I am. There is only pleasure, and Stella. Always Stella.

I come back to myself in a daze. Stella lays on me, slick and panting, boneless with her release. It takes all my energy to lift my hand and run it through her hair. “If that’s what performing for you gets me,” I tell her on a rasp, “I’ll do it every damn day for the rest of our lives.”

She gives a thready chuckle. “Deal.”

Stella shifts a little and wetness spreads over my thighs. We both stiffen, and Stella lifts her head. I don’t know how to fully read her look. It isn’t horrified but definitely shocked.

“We forgot a condom,” I say quietly.

A guilty half laugh escapes her, even as she flushes deep pink. “I didn’t even think about it.”

My smile is wry, and I tuck a lock of hair back from her cheek. “I didn’t either. That’s … I’ve never done that.” Ever. That protection didn’t even cross my mind is a definite first.

Stella rests her head against my shoulder. “Well, we know we’re clean. I’m on birth control, so …” She trails off.

I’m still inside her, my dick slowly going soft. Now that I know I’m not wearing a condom, my dick stirs with renewed interest. It wants to try that again, slowly, take some time to learn her anew. I tell my dick to shut up.

“Does this mean we can … ah … not use …” I trail off. Shit, I’m such a pig.

Stella looks up at me, hesitant but not pissed. At least not yet. “Do you want to?”

We’re both tiptoeing around the words, neither of us apparently knowing how to just say it. I’ve never had this conversation before. Never wanted to. It feels significant, though. It’s not about the condom—not really—but the fact that we’re discussing how we want to protect ourselves on a more permanent basis.

I press my lips to her head. Of course we’re permanent. I’m totally gone for Stella. “Babe, whatever you want is what we’ll do.”

She wiggles her hip, just enough to make me grunt. There’s a smile in her voice. “I like this. Not having to stop.”

Damn, I like it too. “Then I’ll fuck you without pause from now on,” I tease.

She laughs, and the sound lightens my world.

“Feel better now?” I ask, more seriously.

A sigh leaves her. It’s relaxed and slow. Her hands slide up my sides, leaving shivers in their wake. “Yes. Thank you, John. For taking care of me.”

My throat thickens. “I didn’t do much.”

Blue eyes hold mine. “You did everything that matters.”

We stare at each other. She looks at me with such trust and tenderness that my heart starts to hurt. I want to pull her into me and hide her away from the world, from anything that could ever hurt her. But I know that won’t work. We can’t protect the ones we love; we can only let them know we’ll be there to pick them up when they fall.

The silence between us grows. It isn’t awkward, but filled with something fragile yet heavy. Another shift has rearranged our world, another wall crumbling. Maybe it’s too much for Stella. She turns her head and kisses the crook of my neck, her smile turning coy and teasing. “But maybe we should make sure …”

She doesn’t have to say any more. I roll her onto the couch and thrust. Stella’s laugher turns into another satisfied sigh. This round, I take my time.