Discovering Stella (33 page)

“Yes,
I’m
sure.
I’m
more
than
sure. I need this. I need
you,”
she whispered, tears filling
her
eyes.

One
of them fell toward
her
ear, so I gently gathered
it
with
my
fingertip.
“Don’t
cry.
I hate
it
when
you
cry.”

“I’m
sorry.
I’m
not
crying because
I’m
sad.
I’m
crying because I want to
move
forward. Sometimes that means saying goodbye to what
you’re
leaving behind, although sometimes
it
doesn’t
if
you
are able to go back. This time
...
now,
with
you
...
I
can’t
...
I
can’t
go back, and I
don’t
want
to.”

Desperate to have
her,
all
of
her,
because she was just so
bloody
perfect, I
lowered
to
my
elbows and plied
her
face with soft kisses. First, I kissed
her
tiny
button
nose.
She
wriggled
it
and lifted
her
chin, presenting
her
lips
for
me to kiss next.
But
I ignored them and kissed
her
cheeks, then
her
forehead, and then
her
eyes.

Stella laughed and reached
for
my
face with
her
hands. “Thank
you,”
she said with
sincerity.
“Thank
you for
finding
me.”

“I
couldn’t
exactly drive past you, could I?
You
were attacking your car. I felt sorry
for
the piece of
shit,”
I light-heartedly joked.

She
squeezed
my
cheeks.
“That’s
not
want I meant and
you
know
it.”

Waggling
my
eyebrows, I leaned in and kissed
her
again, prompting
her
to let go of
my
face in
order
to let me do
it
prop
erly.
She
did, so I slid
my
tongue
into
her
mouth and kissed
her
with
as
much passion
as
I could until we were breathing heavily once again. Stella reached down, took
my
cock in
her
hand and gently stroked me. I groaned at the feel of
her
soft, warm skin while
it
slid against mine. And
how
her
thumb massaged
my
crown, swirling pre-cum
over
it.

“Fuck,”
I moaned, heightening the kiss and grinding
my
cock
into
her
hand.

She
pulled away then mouthed
my
neck, nibbling, kissing and sucking,
all
the while positioning
my
tip at
her
entrance.

“Hold
up,”
I barely voiced. “I’ll get a
condom.”

Stella lifted
her
pelvis and slowly guided herself
onto
me.
“Forget
the fucking
condom.
I’m
on
the
pill,”
she said,
her
voice
strained,
her
brow
creasing.

Wanting
to pull back,
but
at the same time desperately
want
ing to keep
my
dick exactly where
it
was, I paused.
“You
all
right?”

Her
cheeks flushed pink.
She
almost looked embarrassed.
“Yes.
It’s
just
...
been a
while.”

I trailed
my
finger down the
side
of
her
face.
“I
understand,” I said, letting
her
dictate the pace at which I
entered
her,
the
slow
inch by inch
movement
a fucking delightful torture. Each time
my
cock slid
deeper,
Stella’s
eyes would flicker and
her
breath would hitch. Underneath me, she was the most vulnerable I’d seen
her.
And fuck if
it
wasn’t
the most beautiful sight. Because
it
was in that
moment
that she
completely,
and
for
the first time, let
her
guard down. Underneath me she was mine, and
as
much
as
I wanted to
‘drill’
that in, so to speak, I was fuckin’ ecstatic she’d finally let me in.
And not just in her pussy.

Eventually,
Stella relaxed and took me
entirely.
Shit, she felt good. Tight, warm, soft, and did I
mention
tight?
Jesus! Jesus fucking Christ! I’m not moving, but fuck, I want to.
My
head fell forward, and I moaned while slowly and gently pumping
my
hips and sliding
my
cock along
her
wet
pussy.

“Tell
me to stop if
you
need me
to,”
I offered, returning
my
attention to kissing
her
jawline.

“I
don’t.
Don’t
stop,”
she mumbled, shaking
her
head,
her
eyes closed.

I kissed them, wanting them open.
“I
want
you
to see
me.”

Stella opened
her
eyes and smiled lazily.
Fuck,
she’s
gorgeous.

Everything about
her
turned me
on.
There
wasn’t
one
thing I’d come across that I
didn’t
like.
Even
her
yo-yo
mood that drove me crazy,
but
I liked
it
...
it
kept me
on my
toes.

Lifting up just
slightly,
she sought
my
mouth with
her
own. I complied,
but
only
quickly,
because I was anxious to suck
on
her
nipples.
Her
breasts were another feature I fucking loved. They were sensational. Big enough
for
me to grab a
handful
of,
yet
not
too big where a good
lot
of them
went
to waste.

“Mmm
...”
she murmured
as
I sucked
one nipple
and massaged the
other.

Stella placed
her
hands
on my
head, and I felt the slight tug
of
my
hair-tie
as
she pulled
it
loose and let
my
hair
fall
free.

“I love
your hair. I like the feel of
it
in between
my
fingers.”
I like the fucking feel of it between your fingers, too!

Her
playing with
my
hair, together with the sexy-as-fuck husky moans exiting
her
mouth,
escalated the sensation in
my
balls, indicating that I was fast heading toward blowing
my
load. So I increased
my
pace and pumped
into
her
a little harder, faster and with
more
intent.

Stella’s
legs tightened and
her
heels dug
into
my
arse.
“Oh,
yes,”
she breathed
out.

Her
pussy tightening around
my
cock
sent
me hurtling faster to release. “Fuck!” I growled, thrusting sharp and deep.

In that
moment,
warmth flooded me. Bliss consumed me. Stella owned me. I relaxed the muscles in
my
arms and rested
on
my
elbows,
taking
her
head in
my
hands and kissing
her
with
as
much purpose
as
I possibly could. I wanted
her
to know that I appreciated
her,
and that I knew
how
hard giving herself to me
must’ve
been.

“Are
you
okay?” I asked, breaking away
but
still lingering
my
lips
over
hers.

She
nodded
slowly.
“Yes.
I’m
fine.”
A smile started to creep in at the corners of
her
mouth.
“More
than
fine,”
she added, seemingly pleased with what had just transpired.

I smiled back,
my
grin a little smug. “So
you
want to do
it
again
sometime? Say
...
maybe in five minutes?”

She
threw
her
weight at me and rolled us until she was straddling
my
thighs.
“How
about four?”

“With
you
like that, Princess,
I’m
thinking
more
like
two.”

Stella’s
eyes displayed
excitement
and
contentment
—
it
was infectious.
It
also suited
her,
and in that
moment,
I decided that I wanted to be the reason she
wore
that look.
All
the time.

Taking
hold
of
her
hands, I threaded
my
fingers with hers, never wanting to let go.
She
seemed
happy,
yet I
wasn’t
compla
cent enough to think that when she woke in the morning
her
decision to be with me
couldn’t
have changed. In fact, there was a very good chance that
it
could have — and
it
would be typically Stella.
However,
I
wasn’t
about to let that happen. I
wasn’t
letting
her
go. I would tie
her
to
my
fucking bed if I had
to.
Stella Walker was
now
mine, whether she fully realised
it or
not.

New beginnings

Sometimes we wake in the morning with a new sense of adventure, and other times we want to tell the
world
to get stuffed, that we
aren’t
surrendering to its miserable plan. The latter
of
the two had been
my
daily mantra
for
the past eighteen months,
but
not
today.
No,
today when I woke,
my
leg entwined with
Lawson’s,
my
head
on
his shoulder and
my
arm across his chest,
it
felt
absolutely
wonderful, like something I had missed without even realising I’d missed it.

We
tend to take the harmony of two naked bodies
for
granted — the comfort, warmth and sense of security that lying in the arms of the other brings us.
We
take
for
granted a hand holding our own, a
show
of affection in the form of a
bashful
smile, and words spoken to ease
an
ache in our heart.
We
take them
for
granted because we fool ourselves
into
believing they’ll always be there.

How
stupid.

They
won’t
always be there.

Nothing is
absolute.

It’s
only when our bodies once
again
caress — skin against skin — and our hand is held by
another,
and words reunite with our heart, releasing that
bashful
smile, that we become aware we’d undervalued them in the first place.

That’s
when we learn true value
...
true value in gratitude.

Rousing from
my
exhausted, sleepy and sated state, I lazily slid
my
foot up
Lawson’s
shin, the hairs
on
his leg brushing against the sensitive surface of
my
toes.
It
felt good, masculine, and afforded me a sense of appreciation almost instantly.

“Mornin’,
Princess,” his husky
voice
sounded, the sexy
tone
passing through
my
body right down to the tip of
my
toes which just happened to be teasing his leg.

I almost shuddered
...
almost.
“Mornin’,
Prince,”
I said rather cheekily, tilting
my
head to look up at his and anticipating the reaction he would give me.

Lawson’s
eyes were still closed,
but it
didn’t
detract from the enormous smile that crept across his face.
“I
take
it my
kiss
worked
then.”
He
opened
one
eye, peeking at me.

“Depends. Which kiss are
you
referring to?” I replied, seductively insinuating the kiss he’d placed between
my
legs could very well have been the particular magic kiss he was referring
to.
In a flash, Lawson quickly rolled me
onto
my
back, pinning me down with his large, strong frame. “Do
you
need reminding?”

He
dropped his head to place a kiss
on my
neck.

Oh, yes! I’m almost sure I have amnesia. What did I just say?
See? Exactly!

“I
do,”
I breathed
out,
relishing the feel of his lips against
my
skin.
“I’ve
forgotten what
it
is we are even
talking
about, so please, go ahead and remind
me.”

“Anything
you
say,”
he murmured
as
he
worked
his way down
my
chest, stopping to take
my nipple into
his mouth.

Lawson’s
warm,
wet
tongue,
and his
talented
hand
expertly
playing with
my
breast,
the
one
massaging
while
the
other
flicked
and
laved possessively, cemented my
conviction
that
he
was
a
fantastic
lover,
skilled
in the
area
of foreplay. He took
his
time
when
needed,
yet
wasn’t opposed to
the
direct
approach. My
toad-turned-prince
just
knew
how to
read
my body’s
desire.

“Lawson, that feels so
good,”
I whispered, unable to speak any
louder
as
all
my
focus was directed solely
on
the sensation coursing through
my
body.

His mouth abandoned
my nipple,
his thumb and forefinger replacing it.
“I’m
just warming
up,
sweetheart.”

I moaned at the delicate squeeze he gave me before he
lowered
himself down
my
body,
stopping when he reached his
kiss’s
destination. And
as
the touch of his soft lips met lips of
my
own, I closed
my
eyes and drowned in early morning sexual bliss.

*
 
*
 
*

“I
promise
it
won’t
take me
long,”
Lawson explained apologetically
as
we drove toward his workshop after another two ses
sions
of wonderful sex.
“I
just have to perform a quick service
on
Larry’s
car.”

I laughed. His need to justify why we had to stop at the
work
shop
on
our way to
‘It’s
a secret’ was unnecessary.
“It’s
fine. I’ll just
sit
in the
car
and
read.”

Lawson glanced
over
at me and furrowed his
brow. “You
don’t
have a
book.”

“My
books are
on my phone.
They’re
e-books.”

“Books are
not on phones.
Books have physical pages that
you
turn,”
he replied categorically.

This time I laughed harder.
“You
are so
old-fashioned.”

“It’s
got nothing to do with being old-fashioned. A book was made to be held, to be
smelled.”

I raised
my
eyebrow at him and tried
not
to laugh any harder.
“You
smell books?”

“Shit yeah,
you
know
...
those scratch and sniff
ones,”
he implied, waggling his eyebrows.

“Lawson!” I tossed
one
of
my
grapes at his head.
“That’s
disgusting.”

The deep chuckle that left his mouth filled me with
joy.
He
was such a laid-back, happy guy, and being around him really was effortless.

“What?” he asked, continuing to laugh,
“Don’t
tell me
you’ve
never given
it
a
go.”

“I
haven’t.
Those
porno
books
have
never
done
anything
for
me.”

He
pulled
into
the driveway
of
Knight Repairs, cut the engine and opened the truck
door.
“Come
on,
prude,
you
can’t
sit
in
here.
I like eating your
pie, but
I
don’t
want
it
baked to a crisp.
My
office has air conditioning,
you
can
relax in
there.”

My
jaw dropped at his
‘prude’
and
‘pie’
stab.
“Fine!
And
I’m
not
a
prude,”
I protested, climbing
out
of the truck and following quickly behind him.
“Anyway,
it’s
my
berry,
not
a
pie,”
I
mur
mured
quietly, not
really needing him to hear the last
bit.

He
stopped and turned to face me, causing
my
collision
into
his chest.
“Your
what
? Say that again.”

I blushed
as
he held me at
an
arm’s
length. “What?”

“You
know what. What was
it you
just called your pie?”

“It’s
not
a
pie,”
I said with frustration.
“It’s
my
berry.”

He
burst
into
laughter and displayed
an
expression of delighted realisation.
“Oh,
this is perfect. I’ll be eating
my
share of berries before this day is
over.
And so
will
you.”

“Wha—”

He
cut off
my
questioning of his weird statement by wrapping his arms around
my
butt and hauling me
into
the air and
over
his
shoulder.

I squealed and lightly pounded
on
his back with
my
fists.
“Put
me down,
you
barbarian.”

He
ignored me, therefore
all
the while being carried upside-down through the workshop having
my
protests disregarded
,
I focussed
on
his butt, sliding
my
hands beneath his waistband and briefs and feeling the muscles of his arse flex and relax with each step that he took.
Mmm
...
this man is fine!

Without
even realising, because I’d become arse-stracted, we’d stopped.
“Want
to
move
those hands around to the
front
of
my
body?” he asked.

Sure, why not?
I gave him a playful squeeze. “Will
it
prove
that
I’m
not
a prude?”

“It
will
definitely
help.”
His
voice
sounded strained when
my
right hand crept around his hip and dipped
into
the
front
of his pants.

“Well,
for
the
sole
purpose
of
proving
you
wrong
...”
I
moved
my
hand seductively up his growing length.

A
low
growl resonated from within his throat.
It
made me smile.

“You
know,
I’d have a much better angle if
you put
me
down,”
I suggested.

Lawson
moved
his hands from the backs of
my
legs and placed them
on
my
hips in
order
to gently guide
my
body down the
front
of his until
my
feet were placed firmly
on
the ground. The look in his eyes
as
he stared
into
mine had turned somewhat intense, the playfulness he’d displayed
moments
ago
now
set aside and replaced with what seemed to be appreciation.

“You’re
beautiful,
Stella,”
he said
sincerely,
dragging his finger down the
side
of
my
face and watching its descent
as
if he were
taking
note
of where
it
had travelled.
“And
not
just where I
can
see and
touch.”

Tears
welled in
my
eyes at the gentle and kind manner he always seemed to have around me,
but
I blinked them back, and rose to stand
on
the tips of
my
toes and place a soft kiss
on
his lips. His large strong hands found the sides of
my
face and held
my
head in the perfect
position
while we savoured
one
another’s
mouths.
Oh my, this man is incredible.
And he was incredible in every
way.
Well
...
in
all
the ways I had discovered so far in the short time we’d known each
other.