He touched her too, gave her pleasure even as he seemed out of his mind with his own ecstasy. Two thick fingers scissored inside her wet warmth, finding her perfect spot and rubbing there, then ascending to circle her clit.
“Kiss me there,” she breathed. “I want that again.”
Stone slid down her body, hands trailing fire on her skin. He lay on his stomach, his head between her thighs, weight on his elbows, and she felt his lips kiss her inner thigh, then inward. She let her thighs fall apart and gasped as his tongue speared into her. She curled her legs around his shoulders, and he shifted so her knees hung over his shoulders.
“You taste so good,” Stone murmured. “Your pussy is so sweet.”
She felt herself blush. “Stone…God.” She forgot her embarrassment as he did something with his lips, tongue and fingers all at once that had her moaning.
He laughed. “What? It’s true.” He lifted his head to meet her bliss-heavy eyes. His mouth was slick, glistening with her essence. He licked his lips, grinning as she writhed in embarrassment.
“Really?” She gasped again as he slid his fingers inside her and moved them, rubbing that spot high inside so she couldn’t breathe for the ache of building ecstasy. “You really think my…my pussy tastes good?” She’d never called it that before. It didn’t sound the same as when he said it. His deep, growling voice gave the word a dirty edge.
Stone took a breath to answer, then just grinned and bent his head to lick up her opening, used the tip of his tongue to circle her clit, slowly at first, then with increasing speed. He matched the speed of his tongue with his fingers, and then, just when she felt the edge approaching, he slowed, and she bucked her hips against him, hearing a tiny, feminine growl of frustration escape her.
Stone laughed at her growl and gave her what she wanted, the speed and intensity that brought her to the cusp of orgasm. When she wavered on the edge but couldn’t fall over, she tugged with her legs, pushed his head harder against her. He suckled her clit into his mouth and flattened it with suction, reached up with one hand to pinch her nipple, his other hand working inside her.
She felt it break over her, then, a blinding wave shaking her entire body, clenching her insides in a vise. She twisted her head to bite the pillow, muffling her scream of release. He didn’t relent when she came, but continued his frenzied assault on her until she was writhing, unable to take anymore but unable to not take it. Wave after wave hit her, stealing her breath, making her already erect nipples go diamond-hard. Her pussy clenched and clamped and pulsed, and still he devoured her, licked her, fingered her.
Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. “No more…” She pulled him up, taking his erection in her hand. “Your turn, now.”
She slid out from beneath him, pushed him to his back and pressed her cheek to his belly, sliding toward his cock. She wrapped her lips around his tip, flicked him with her tongue. “Your cock tastes good,” she said. “Maybe I’ll just make you come like this.”
“I thought we were—”
“We’re doing whatever we want. And right now, I want to make you feel as good as you just made me feel.” She circled his thickness with her fingers, twisting his base as she sucked the springy, broad head of his cock into her mouth. “Does this feel good?”
Stone laughed, a disbelieving bark. “Good? It feels fucking amazing. But you don’t have to—”
“I want to.”
“Would you let me finish a sentence, woman?” He said it with a laugh.
“I don’t need to let you finish a sentence, because I know what you’re going to say. And it’s stupid. You really think I’d do this if I didn’t want to?” She kissed the very tip, then focused on the rhythm of her hand around him, slow, pulsing strokes, shallow at the base, squeezing gently.
“I just want you to know it doesn’t have to be equal. Besides, if you make me come like this, we’ll have to wait for me to be inside you.”
“The more time I spend talking to you, the less time I spend doing this.” She took him deeper into her mouth, working him with her tongue and sucking hard.
“Oh God…then don’t talk.”
She didn’t. She squeezed and twisted with her hands, sucked with her mouth, and Stone gasped, groaned, and swore. He began to move his hips into the rhythm of her mouth on him. Slow bobs of her head, taking him into her mouth, then backing away, never taking him very deep, but sucking so hard he groaned. She moved her hands with increasing speed, but kept going slow with her mouth, and Stone’s groans grew frantic, needy, breathless, and his hips moved faster and faster.
“Wren…” Stone growled. “Fuck, I’m so close—” He tangled his fingers in her hair, and then with a muttered curse, hooked his hands under her arms and pulled her up, twisted her onto her back and was kneeling over her before she could respond. His cock left her mouth with a pop, and she squealed in protest as he manhandled her into place.
He was there, at her entrance, huge and thick and leaking moisture. “I need this.” He spoke with clenched teeth, and her palms on his back touched iron-hard muscles.
“I wasn’t done with you,” Wren muttered. “I wanted to feel you come like that.”
“I need this. You need this.” He pushed with his hips, and the tip of his cock probed into her damp core.
“Yes…” she gasped. “Please. I do need that.” She curled her legs around his hips, lifting her ass off the bed, her arms on his back, her hands clawed against his shoulders.
In, then. Deeper. Wren moaned in bliss as he rocked into her, filling her. Stone growled in his throat, a primal noise of pleasure. She moved with him, rolled her hips so he sunk deeper. Her lips touched his shoulder, and she sucked his skin, tasting his salt, then kissed his throat, his chin, his mouth. The kiss went from zero to sixty in an instant, immediately desperate, frantic, needful. He thrust deep, and matched the thrust with his tongue.
Rhythm together became panting, tangled moans, her arms around his neck, his fist beside her face, one hand caressing her breasts.
Already on the edge from having just come, Wren felt an orgasm stealing over her, creeping up with insatiable speed. She welcomed it, arched her back and ground her pussy against him, searching for the right angle. He seemed to sense her need without having to be told, and adjusted the angle of his hips, moving shallowly, thrusting quickly.
When he did that, she whimpered and felt herself burst apart. “You…now.”
She pushed at his shoulder, rolling to one side, keeping him seated deep inside her. He moved with her, and she straddled him, found her balance, her palms on his chest and her weight on her shins and knees. Her hair cascaded around their faces like a black waterfall. Wren held still, letting him fall away from the edge so she could take him there once more. Their eyes met in a moment of stillness and silence.
“I love you, Wren.” Stone whispered the words into the dawn glow.
Wren blinked twice, surprised, and then the weight of what he’d just said hit her. She gave a sound that was half-laugh, half-sob of joy. She lifted up and plunged him deep, letting the love she felt for him seep into her gaze. Once more she lifted up so he slipped almost out, and then sank down, her mouth wide and trembling, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears of need and ecstasy and joy and love.
“I love you.” She breathed it on a down-thrust. “I love you,” she whispered it as she drew him out. “I love you, oh God I love you.” She spoke it out loud as she sank down on him and lifted up, setting a rhythm, slow and deep. She felt his stomach muscles tense, and she quickened her rhythm, made her strokes more forceful, deeper. “No. Don’t hold it back. Give it to me. God, Stone…I love you so much. Give it to me, give me it all, right now. Come, Stone. Come now, and come hard.”