Chapter 27 27
Last night, the room hadn't been bright enough for him to really look at her, but now he could see that her belly had a slight curve to it now where before it had been flat, and he noticed the faint stretch marks on her skin. Every sign that she’d carried his baby just turned him on more and more. It enhanced his need to claim her again. His child had left its sign on her and now he wanted to, as well.
Stefan touched the tip of his tongue to his top lip, catching the flare of heat in her eyes and the way her breasts rose and fell with her shallow pants. Her scent enveloped him even more. He shifted her thighs until she was splayed to his satisfaction.
She was beautiful. Perfect, pink and pouty. The strip of fiery hair neatly trimmed framed the most exquisite sight he’d ever seen. One certainly worth waiting for.
He lowered his head to bite the inside of her thigh and then he licked at the spot and kissed it gently before turning his head to her center. He’d not forgotten the intimate taste of her and he craved it again.
“Are you going to watch?” he asked her. A surge of blood flooded his groin and she dropped her head back onto the pillow with a hoarse groan.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to.” Alana replied.
He tutted. “Your choice. But I will. I recommend the experience.”
He smiled, parted her wider with his fingers and rubbed his tongue over the taut bud there. Then he suckled her gently into his mouth. She shifted under him, and he held her still as he continued to feast at her most intimate flesh and then slid his hand under her thigh to trace the opening of her body again. He entered her with just the tip of one finger, and her hips jerked against him until he slid it farther inside her and then brought it back out.
He moved his face lower and thrust his tongue deep inside of her. Her hands came to his head and held him to her as her hips canted upward toward him. He knew she was on the edge. Could taste it on her and feel it in the way her body was softening for him. He pulled back and pushed his finger in deep, and then up to find her G-spot.
She made a high-pitched keening sound as her hips thrust against him and he felt her body tighten around his finger. He kept his hand on her and in her, rocking it against her until she collapsed weakly on the bed. He stood up, looking down at her, and smiled at her as she opened her dazed eyes.
“Thank you for that,” she said.
“It was my pleasure,” he said.
“No, it was mine. It feels like a lifetime since I’ve felt like that,” she said to him.
“How long has it been?” he asked.
“No one since you,” she said, looking up at him with those beautiful eyes of hers. “I’ve been sort of busy with Juliana and my job, and most men aren’t interested in a new mom.”
“Good.” He didn’t want any other man in the picture. He felt possessive toward both her and Juliana. They were his. His.
Yes, he decided. She was his and he didn’t have a clue about how to keep her or what he should do with her beyond sex, or how to get her to agree to marry him, but he knew that he wasn’t going to let her go. It didn’t matter that she was way too innocent for a man like him. He had claimed her. Well, almost. Not completely yet.
She reached for his manhood, which was still rock hard, and stroked him with her hand. “I wanted to do this last night. I’m sorry I was so tired.”
As she leaned down toward him, he felt the brush of her breath against him and the touch of her tongue. When she gripped the base of his straining cock, his eyes wanted to roll closed, so good was the sight of her touching him like this. But he forced them open. He spread his thighs and Alana smiled a sultry smile up at him, pressed her tongue to the base of his shaft and licked a path to the engorged tip.
He braced himself, terrified he would give out before the fun was over. Then, with a shiver down his spine, he felt a drop of his essence slip past his control. She licked it up and then took him fully into her mouth.
Stefan groaned, and Alana loved the sound of it. Loved that she could make a man like him feel this way. Her warm mouth engulfed him, stretching her pink lips around his head. He grunted, an animal sound he was certain he’d never made before, and then he cupped her face, tangling his fingers in her hair. An anchor.
She sucked hard and swirled the tip of her tongue over the sensitive crown, lingering on the spot that left him growling out her name and clamping his jaw so tight he worried for his enamel. The minx had the audacity to smile around him, her mouth full, and then she bobbed her head, her eyes locked with his, full of challenge while she moaned and mumbled.
He surrendered. He was always going to lose this fight. The sight of her with his cock in her mouth was one he’d remember forever. She worked him higher until every muscle screamed.
She was fantastic. He wanted to enjoy every second of her like this. He tried to pull back to warn her that she needed to stop, but she put her hands on his backside and kept him where he was. His balls tightened and boiled and fire flickered at the base of his spine.
Her mouth moved over him until his hips jerked forward as his orgasm rocked through him.
“Alana… Baby…” The warning was clear, no doubt by the look of twisted agony on his face.
Humming encouragement against him, she nodded her head, giving her permission. The flames licked along his shaft, lightning striking the tip at the moment he erupted on her tongue with a harsh yell and a slap of his hand on the bed.