by L. Nicole
“But I just pissed you off,” she points out and I exhale, giving her a fierce look that for some reason, just makes her smile.
“You’re going to kill me off,” I breathe out. Being in love with a woman is definitely not easy.
“I hope not,” she admits. “Uh…Stone?”
“Yeah, beautiful?”
“I want you.”
The woman has thrown me for so many loops that it honestly takes me a minute to catch up. When I realize what she’s saying, I don’t waste any time. I pick her up under her knees and throw her over my shoulder.
“What are you doing?” she asks, laughing.
“Taking you back home and doing what I should have done a week ago,” I growl and that makes her laugh harder. The joy in the sound wraps around my heart.
Jessa has no idea how much I care about her, but I’ll make sure to show her…and tell her.
14
Jessa
Stone moves swiftly. I’m not sure how we made it up the beach and through the house to the master bedroom so quickly. It didn’t feel like we were sprinting, he actually took great care not to jostle me too much and he never once let me down. He also wasn’t out of breath or anything.
My hands held onto his hips, while I was upside down in his fireman’s hold. As we crossed the threshold into the house, I couldn’t help but move my hands to his firm ass. The temptation was just too strong.
“Jessa,” he growls, as my hands finally make their way into his pants, feeling as much of him as I can. A giggle erupts at the tone of his voice.
“Yes, Stone,” I moan as he begins to put me down, forcing me to let go of him.
As soon as he’s able, his hand delves between my thighs. It’s been a long and agonizing week. I’ve woken up so many times, with him pressed firmly behind me, wanting him, but unable to tell him or show him that I was ready. Stone was right. I should have just told him, instead of questioning the connection that we have. It may have started quickly, but we are meant to be. I feel it in my heart.
As my body slides down and he presses me against him, I feel everything he has to offer, including his hard length. A small mew escapes me when I lose his hand, but I know that I will have even more soon.
We trade spots, Stone sits on the bed before me, while I’m standing up. He’s at eye level with my breasts, “Strip for me,” he demands. It makes my body quake with desire. I slowly untie the sarong around my waist, letting it fall to my feet. I’m left in the bathing suit Stone gave me. Normally, I would never wear something like this, but the way Stone looked at me when I put it on the first time, gave me the confidence boost I needed. “Just like that, Jessa. Nice and slow.” Stone has his shorts opened and his cock pulled out, the head already weeping with cum. I untie the top of my bathing suit, allowing it fall to my inner arms, holding it in place, as I unhook the back. “Fuck, what you do to me,” he rumbles, his voice sending delicious heat licking through my body.
Only then do I let my top go to the floor, leaving me standing before Stone in nothing but the skimpy bottom piece of the suit, that reveals almost as much as it hides. I lick my lips as I watch him stroke his cock, gathering up some of the wetness, as he continues his up and down motion.
“Can I, Stone?” I ask.
“Anything you want, it’s yours,” he groans, his hold tightening so much on his thick cock that the bulbous head is almost purple as cum continues to gather across it. I want to taste him so much that I’m weak from it.
I fall to my knees right in front of him, “Will you teach me?” I ask, my voice sounding so breathy and husky that I barely recognize it.
He moves his hands away from his cock. “Start with licking the crown, then the length. I’m going to let you get the feel of it before I tell you anything else,” he orders.
Doing what he says, I take him into my mouth, savoring the feel of his shaft gliding in and out of my mouth. I try to take him in deep, but start to back off when I feel like it’s too much. Stone’s hand delves into my hair as he starts to guide me, showing me what he likes. I have never felt feminine much in my life. I always felt clumsy if anything. Right now, with Stone, I feel every inch a woman. A beautiful woman.
Stone Greer’s woman.
His hips are moving in rhythm with my strokes and my mouth. I can feel his body start to go taut beneath my hands that have moved their way to his firm thighs. Each time I go down, I take a little more of his length and I hum with the pleasure it gives me.
“Fuck,” Stone growls, when I begin, palming his balls, massaging them, savoring the heat of them, the weight in my hand. “Enough, I can’t take anymore, if we keep going I’m going to unload down that tight little throat of yours.”
The thought of that turns me on so much that I squirm. I moan around his girth, my mouth too full to beg him to do exactly that.
“No, sweetheart, I need inside you. The first time I come won’t be like this. It’s going to be your little pussy. Marking you as mine, forever.” He stands up in front of me, his shorts fall to the floor, much like the rest of our clothes, besides my bottoms. Stone helps me up, now it’s his turn to be on his knees before me, something he did while we were in the shower that one time. My breath stalls as memories of the way his tongue caressed my center bombard me. “Step out,” Stone clips, while helping me out of my bathing suit bottoms. I can hear how much he wants me, see it in how he moves. “Look how gorgeous you are,” he croons. “Get on the bed for me, Jessa.”
I do exactly as he says. My heart is running away at the thought that soon I will belong to Stone completely. That finally gives me the confidence to take my breasts in the palms of my hand, working each nipple as he watches.
The ache I have deep inside me is something that hasn’t gone away, no matter what I do. Stone crawls up, wrenching my legs apart as he does. My legs are over his firm thighs. I’m on full display for him. My body completely in tune with his own.
“Keep working those nipples for me, I’m going to make sure this sweet pussy is ready for me.” His words combined with the way his hand wraps around his cock once more, rubbing the tip up and down my slit, getting it wet from my own essence, makes me cry out.
“Oh God, that feels so good,” I whimper, my hips moving of their own accord, chasing wherever he takes me.
“You ready?” he asks, and I may have never done this before, but I know I want more. I want whatever he gives me.
“Yes, so much yes, Stone.” I moan as I feel the head of his cock inside of me.
“I’m going to do this fast, it’s going to hurt, but I swear on my life, Jessa, I’d never do anything to purposely hurt you,” he promises and I know he’s telling me the truth.
My hands leave my breasts as he comes down on his forearms to surround me. “I trust you, Stone,” I assure him, looking into this dark chocolate eyes and knowing that I belong to this man completely.
His lips find mine and that’s when I feel him thrust inside of me, taking my virginity and stretching the walls of pussy until I’m so filled that I feel like I can’t breathe.
“Oh God,” I cry out.
“It’s okay, Jessa, that’s the worst of it. I promise.”
His voice sounds agonized that he had to hurt me, and I force myself to look directly into his eyes.
“It feels good,” I tell him, not lying because the sting of pain has already disappeared. “I love having you inside of me, Stone.”
Even then, he holds his hips still, giving me time to get accustomed to him inside of me. He brings his thumb to my clit, applying pressure. Then, he makes these agonizingly slow circles, until my hips are bucking beneath him, and I’m begging him to move.
“More Stone, please,” I plead.
Thankfully he listens, and we begin moving together.
“Jessa,” Stone moans as my pussy flutters around him. “Come with me, Jessa. Right fucking now,” he demands.
My body obeys his and my head slams back against the pillows. I’m shaking as
it feels like fireworks have lit up my whole body. I can feel him coming as my orgasm overtakes me. His warmth floods inside of me, as he coats my womb with his cum.
I should be worried about birth control. I should panic, but I can’t. This is Stone and I want everything he has to give me. I hold onto him, my nails biting into his back, as he comes.
Eventually, Stone takes a deep breath, that sounds more like a grunt and falls down beside me, burrowing his face in my neck, Something about that makes my heart flip in my chest. I never knew I could be this happy.
“I love you, Stone,” I breathe out, knowing it’s the truth. I don’t care how quick this has happened, I just know that I belong to Stone Greer body and soul.
“I love you, Jessa, now and forever,” he replies, giving me words that I didn’t expect, but don’t doubt at all.
We lay together just like that, not caring about what could be going on around us. It’s just the two of us here in this moment of time and it feels perfect.
15
Jessa
“Are you okay, beautiful?” Stone asks.
I’ve got my head buried in my pillow because he’s got a warm cloth pressed against my center, cleaning me.
“I’m good,” I assure him.
“Jessa, honey, look at me.”
I drum up my courage, looking at him with a sincere smile, despite my face feeling as if it’s on fire.
“I’m good,” I respond again. He tosses the cloth in the direction of the bathroom, and then stretches out over me, using his elbows to keep his weight off of me.
“Promise?” he asks, studying my face.
“I promise,” I assure him. “Quit worrying, that was so beautiful, I didn’t even know it was possible to feel like that.”
“Like what?”
I try to find the words to explain in, the one I keep coming back to, doesn’t quite describe it, but it’s as close as I can go.
“Loved.”
He smiles at me, tucking a stray tendril of hair behind my ear.
“My darling, Jessa, you are loved. I’ve loved you since you were seventeen years old, bravely shaking my hand at your father’s funeral.”
My body goes still.
“I…what?”
“You father was one of my best friends, Jessa. His death nearly took me to my knees. I drove out to Fingerpoint, wanting to check on you, because although I had never met you, I’d heard all about you through your father.”
“I don’t understand, if you and my father were friends, wouldn’t I have known?”
“No, sweetheart. I was an idiot. I let work consume me. I didn’t make time for friendships. Your father and I mostly exchanged emails, we both had scars we needed to heal from our time overseas. I wasn’t up to seeing him in person. I regretted that, but I had no idea that I would lose him so easily,” he explains.
“I can’t believe this. You were at my father’s funeral.”
“I was,” he confirms again.
“I can’t remember.”
“There’s no reason you should. You were overtaken with grief and trying to remain strong for your grandmother. I was no one.”
“You’re everything, Stone.”
He smiles at me, and then, as if he can’t help himself, bends down to press our lips together in a quick kiss.
“And I’m wondering how I ever got to be so damn lucky, Jessa.”
“I’m wondering the same thing,” I tell him with complete honesty. “I just have one question,” I tell him as he shifts us so that my head is cradled against his chest and his arm is around me.
“What’s that, sweetheart?”
“If you’ve known me all this time—”
“I have, and I don’t care how crazy it sounds, Jessa, I fell in love with you instantly.”
“If that’s true, then why didn’t I see you? Why didn’t you come to my grandmother’s and visit?”
“I sent your grandmother money. I did my best to make sure you had everything you needed and wanted. I did my best to take care of you,” he confesses.
“But why? Why didn’t you come talk to me?”
“Because I knew that if I did, I wouldn’t able to stay away,” he breathes out.
I turn part of my body so I am looking down at him, needing to see his face.
“What do you mean?”
“You were so young, sweetheart, so innocent and I had so much guilt.”
“Guilt?”
“Your father was my best friend. I am old enough to be your father. There’s almost twenty years between us. Your father would have killed me if he knew how I felt about you, what I wanted from you.”
“I don’t think that.”
“I do and I’m a man. We understand each other differently,” he says. “A man understands another man like a woman couldn’t understand—especially a daughter who idolizes her father.”
“And a woman in love with a man?”
“And differently from a woman who is in love with a man,” he allows.
We’re silent for a few minutes, while I think about everything he says. He could be right, but there’s something I know that he doesn’t.
“My father and mother always told me that when I found the man I loved, to love with my whole heart. They wanted that for me, but I can’t tell you the times that my father told me that all he wanted in this world was to see me happy.”
“I can believe that, Jessa, because that’s exactly how I feel.”
“Then you should know, Stone, that you’re exactly what my father wanted for me. No one else could make me happier, ever.”
“I’m not sure I fully believe that, but I do know that now that you belong to me I’m never giving another man a chance. I love you too much. I don’t think I could survive giving you up.”
“I don’t plan on going anywhere. Can I ask you another question?”
“Anything, sweetheart, anything.”
“Are you the reason my grandmother encouraged me to fill out that application for your company?”
“Damn straight,” he brags and I laugh.
“Then, why take so long before you let me know you that you…”
“That I was hopelessly in love with you?” he laughs.
“Well, I mean at least hopelessly in lust?”
“Oh yeah, baby, definitely that,” he purrs, kissing the side of my neck and letting his teeth rake against the skin.
“Stop,” I giggle. “I want to know why you waited even after getting me to Tulsa.”
“Guilt. Then, I heard through Frank that you were dating that fucker Grayson. I hated it. It ate me up inside, but I wanted you to be happy…”
“Wow,” I breathe, settling back down on the bed.
This time, Stone leans up to look down at me.
“Wow what?” he asks.
“For such a smart man, you were a big dummy for a long time,” I tell, him, trying to stifle my giggles and failing. “Thank God you wised up.”
I cackle as Stone, goes up on his knees and pulls my body sideways across the bed, so that my legs are open on either side of him. He pulls me up, so I’m in his lap, his cock connecting with me, and plunging inside as I sit up, my legs locking around his back.
“Thank God,” Stone groans, and then he kisses me, as I begin riding his hard cock, so completely and utterly happy that I can’t breathe.
I’m the luckiest woman in the world.
Epilogue
Jessa
One Year Later
“Stone, put me down,” I laugh, my hands linked around him, my head resting on his shoulder as he walks us back toward the house.
“Never going to happen, sweetheart. I love having you in my arms.”
“Then, I guess it’s good that I like being in them,” I murmur, kissing the side of his neck.
“Definitely works out for me,” he jokes. He walks us onto the gray cement walkway and then further past the pool and into our living room.
“I do believe he thinks you can�
��t walk Jessa Renee,” my grandmother says, with a clucking of her tongue. “Daddy and Mommy are silly, silly people, Sunshine.”
My heart swells to see my grandmother with mine and Stone’s daughter.
Georgia Renee Greer was born on a cool February morning, but her beautiful face instantly made the world warmer and gave birth to her nickname, Sunshine.
Every day I wake up so thankful for the life that I have, the love I have found. I know in my heart that it’s a miracle and I’ll never stop being grateful.
Georgia reaches out her tiny little hand. It bobs around, because she’s too young to have control over it completely. My grandmother gently holds the little hand and Georgia wraps her finger around grandmother’s much larger one.
“Hello, Georgie,” Stone greets my grandmother—and baby Georgia’s namesake. He puts me down, but keeps me wrapped up in one of his arms.
“Why are you smiling like that Stone Greer?” Grandmother asks, narrowing her eyes on my husband.
Husband.
I can still barely believe it. Stone and I were married just two weeks after he first made love to me. But then, I think Stone and I are meant to move quickly with our relationship. After all, a month after we were married, I found out I was pregnant. It took me two weeks to finally tell Stone, I was scared about how he would react, because we never talked about having children. I worried for nothing.
Stone was not only happy I was pregnant, he was ecstatic. I’d never seen a man yell out in victory and pleasure like he did when I finally told him. Just the memory of it, makes my heart swell with joy.
“Who me? I’m innocent,” Stone jokes.
“Oh Lord, now we’ll all be struck down by lightening. Didn’t anyone ever tell you that lying is bad?” Grandmother chastises.
“You might as well cave, hubby dear. My grandmother has your number,” I laugh going over to the couch. I reach down to take my little girl, my heart swelling with love when Georgia coos up at me.