Page 98 of Dream House
Her fingertips trace up and down my back, and it feels incredible. Both sweet and sexy. Both innocent and sinful. But it doesn’t tell me what she likes or what she’d let me do, so I move my mouth from her ear down the side of her neck, kissing hard.
Stella unspools for me, tilting her head the other way and granting me access. I graze my teeth along her taut skin and then close them gently on her collarbone.
“Oh, God, Lark,” she rasps, and I swear, the way she says my name sends all my blood due south.
I want to bite through the thin strap of her top, but I wrestle that impulse under control and slip a pinky beneath it instead. I draw back to watch her expression as I slide the strap off her shoulder. When she doesn’t protest, doesn’t raise a yellow flag, just keeps her eyes on mine, I slowly tug the fabric lower, again letting her know my intention.
As the top of her cami skims over the pert peak of her nipple, both of us gasp. Even in the curtain-filtered moonlight, the sight of her bare breast sends a shock of wonder through me.
How am I here? What the hell did I do to deserve to be here?
No sensible answer arrives, but deserved or not, I take what she’s giving me. Cupping the plump flesh, I run my eager thumb over her budded nipple and draw a hint of whimper from Stella.
Jesus Christ.My dick is a fucking slab of lead pressed into her thigh.
My heart pounds so hard, I’m afraid Pen can hear it all the way in the attic.
I lick my lips. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
“Wh-What?”
I’m drunk on her beauty but not too far gone to miss that I’ve made her stutter again. I must be doing something right.
“You heard me,” I rumble, and then take her lovely breast into my mouth and suck deep. Her breath tears from her, and Stella writhes under me.
Yeah, I’m definitely doing something right.
And, right now, all I want in the world is to keep doing it. I want to give her all the pleasure I can wring out of this moment.
I suck her hard again, and Stella’s back arches off the sofa, her breath sharp. A third time, and her fingers dig into my back.
When I release the luscious breast, Stella pants, almost in relief. Until I mouth the other.
Gasping, arching, digging all commence again. My eyes want to roll back into my skull as she grinds against me. That heat is her mons, her pussy, her clit all seeking my length, my arousal, my cock.
I need to make her come.
Somewhere in the bog of my mind, I wonder at the soundness of this thought. Our first kiss was minutes ago, but the moment feels urgent. As though if I don’t bring her to climax now, I’ll never have the chance again. But if I do…
If I do…
She’ll let me do it again.
Still lapping and suckling her breast, I trail the fingers of my right hand down her side until I reach the bottom of her cami. I work my fingers beneath the fabric and touch the silken skin of her belly. It feels so private, so sacred, I moan around her breast.
As though answering me, Stella’s hands glide from my shoulder blades to my ribs, coaxing more pleasure. As long as they stay there, it won’t drive me over the edge. But this isn’t about to be Follow-the-Leader.
I slowly sweep my fingertips down until they nudge at the elastic of her PJ bottoms. I run them along the band, again, letting her know my intention.
“Lark?” Her whisper sounds uncertain.
We can’t have that.
I release her breast with a gentle suck and move my mouth up her neck to her ear.
“Stella,” I whisper back with no trace of doubt. But I don’t breach the elastic. I just glide my fingertips back and forth, back and forth. “If you tell me to stop, know that I will stop. Even though it would be the last thing I want to do.”
She says nothing, but her fingers continue to paint rainbows down my sides. I’m pretty sure this is what heaven feels like.
