Discovering Stella

by K. M. Golland

  When we reached the spot where the others were dancing, she spun to face me and draped her arms around my neck. I moved my hands to her hips and pulled her flush to my body with a smile and, together with the look in her eyes and the way she was rubbing her sexy body against me, my cock was hard in no time. I tightened my grip and lifted her up so that her mouth was level with my mine. She didn’t hesitate, gripping my head and guiding our lips together. Our tongues fought each other’s and our grasp on one another tightened. It bloody set me alight like a firework.

  Pulling away from her mouth, I moved toward her ear, all the while dropping my hands to her arse and squeezing it tightly. Stella moaned loud enough for me to hear over the music, then nibbled my lobe gently before breathily whispering into my ear, “I want you to take me home and then I want you to take me. I’m ready to make you my prince.”

  And just like that, everything internally exploded, like fire-works buzzing and fizzling ferociously. I didn’t hesitate and walked her over to where Todd and Meg were dancing, giving them a little hip and shoulder. “Hey, we’re heading back home. You guys should take your time. Enjoy the night. No rush.”

  Stella giggled against my neck and I could only imagine the cheesy-arsed grin that was plastered across my face. The one that said ‘cock meets pussy in T minus five minutes’. Okay, ten, if I do the speed limit.

  Before Todd could pull any of his big brother bullshit, I turned my back on him and fled like fuck with Stella toward the door.

  * * *

  When we pulled up to the house, Stella wrenched the door of my truck open and ran across the front lawn, shoes dangling from her hand.

  “You can run, but you can’t hide, Princess,” I called out after her. As bloody excited as I was to get my fill, I wanted to gauge just how intoxicated she was. There was no way I’d fuck her if I thought it was a result of alcohol-courage or confusion.

  Jogging up the path to where she was standing on the front porch, resting against the wall by the door, I slowed and prowled the steps like a beast about to devour its prey. “How much have you had to drink?”

  “Not much,” she said, biting her lip.

  I reached forward and tilted her chin, swapping my gaze from her nibbled lip to her eyes. “How much?”

  “A little bit, but I’m not drunk. I promise.” Her voice held no slur or uncertainty. “I want you. Every bit of yo—”

  I didn’t let her finish, slamming my mouth to hers and pressing her up against the wall, moaning and grunts soon exchanged in among our frenzied kisses.

  Stella clawed hungrily at my body, pushing off from the wall and coaxing me toward the door. “Open it,” she murmured, her hands finding the buckle of my belt.

  Twisting around as far as I could without affecting the reach of her hands — because I wanted those jeans off as much as she did — I unlocked the door and stepped backward over the threshold, leading her with me. She opened my belt and unbuttoned my jeans then slowed her steps while she reached behind her neck, appearing to unzip her dress. Stella didn’t stop walking though, and neither did I, both of us holding our gazes as we undressed ourselves en route to my bedroom — it being the closest.

  Threading one arm at a time out of her dress, she let the material fall to the floor before stepping out of it and leaving it behind. I smiled like a greedy fuck as I took in her black lace underwear, then internally growled and grabbed the neck of my t-shirt, lifting it over my head before tossing it aside. Stella unlatched her bra and threw it at the wall, smiling, I assumed, because she knew we were leaving an evidence trail for Meg and Todd. That notion and the sight of her tits approaching me had my greedy-as-fuck smile growing even bigger. Pure fucking bliss.

  Kicking off my shoes and hopping backward while I fought with my socks, I stopped when I got to the door of my room.

  Opening it, I gestured for her to enter. “After you, your highness.”

  Stella stopped directly in front of me, her nipples lightly caressing my chest. “Why thank you, kind sir,” she whispered and turned to enter my room, threading her fingers in the waistband of her G-string as she walked toward the bed.

  I watched with sheer fucking delight as she bent over and dragged her underwear down her body, kicking it aside before slowly turning around. Fuck me stupid!

  “You coming?” she asked as she sat on the bed and scooted back to rest on her elbows, dropping one leg to the side and gifting me the sight of her beautifully fucking wet pussy. God, it looked delicious — every last bit of it — pink, glistening and begging to be eaten.

  Closing the door behind me, I finished the removal of my clothes, wrenching down my jeans and jocks and allowing my cock to spring free. “I’m coming, Princess, but you first.”

  I walked to stand by the foot of the bed and looked down at her, the sight before me momentarily stopping me in my tracks. She was a goddess with flawless skin, tight pussy, perfect tits, and a smile that set my head spinning.

  Licking my lips, I lowered to my knees and grabbed her hips, dragging her body toward me. Stella giggled, but then changed her tone to a soft hum when my tongue found her clit and sucked it into my mouth.

  “Oh yes!” she moaned, her hands locating my head, her fingernails digging into my scalp.

  I reached down, lifted her leg and placed it over my shoulder, repeating the action with the other one, opening her up further so that my fingers could get in on the action.

  Teasing her opening with the tip of my thumb, I swirled it around her soft skin, spreading her arousal. She bucked her hips at my touch, which made me chuckle, so I did it again, then couldn’t help myself and placed my thumb into my mouth and sucked it clean. Fuck, she tastes good.

  Opening the lips of her pussy with both thumbs, I leaned forward and delved my tongue deep inside her. Stella’s back arched, but I held her firmly with one hand and thumbed her clit with the other, all the while swirling, lapping and licking until she was panting and ready to come. This was the part I loved the most — the feel of her thighs squeezing my head when her entire body tensed and climaxed.

  “Oh my god!” she cried out, as her body jerked beneath me.

  I basked in the feel of her fighting my attempt to keep her firmly pressed against my mouth — why her body had to pull away from the very thing giving her pleasure confused me. Regardless, I enjoyed the stubborn struggle and therefore added insult to injury by giving her one final lick — like a fucking hungry lion — before crawling onto the bed.

  Helping her up so that she could scoot back until she was comfortable, my head jerked when Stella reached up and grabbed me desperately, pulling me down to rest upon her chest. Her kiss was wildly aggressive, and her legs were equally forceful when she wrapped them around my hips, locking her ankles together above my arse.

  “I need you,” she pleaded breathlessly.

  I fucking needed her, too, more than anything, but I didn’t want to fuck this up. I didn’t want her regretting what we were about to do. I didn’t want her to run where I couldn’t find her.

  Pulling back so that we could calm the fuck down, I searched her stunning face and carefully moved some hair away from her eyes. “You sure?” I asked, letting her know that if she had any doubts, she could stop. “We don’t need to rush this. However long you need, we’ll take it.” Despite my offering her that option, I had a feeling my balls would not be happy. I couldn’t really blame them.

  “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, becau
se 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 properly. 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 wanting 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, theslow 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 complacent 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.

  N I N E T E E N

  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, pin
ning 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 sessions 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 workshop on our way to ‘It’s a secret’ was unnecessary. “It’s fine. I’ll just sit in the car and read.”