by A. K. Evans
“Oh my God,” I moaned. “It’s too much. I can’t take it.”
Stone immediately pulled himself from my body.
I whimpered at the loss of him.
“Monroe, look at me,” he demanded.
I stayed in my position and looked back over my shoulder to him.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, horrifying worry in his voice.
“Why did you stop?” I questioned.
“You said it was too much.”
“It felt so good. The sensation was too much,” I admitted. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin it; I was thoroughly enjoying everything you were giving me.”
Stone’s eyes went liquid and his fingertips dug into my hips.
I shifted my hips slowly from side to side and begged, “Please come back to me.”
A grin spread across his face and as he pushed back inside of me he announced, “We’re going to have to work on your choice of vocabulary when we’re fucking.”
He was thrusting into me and it felt so good that I just agreed, “Okay, handsome, whatever you want.”
It was unbelievably wonderful feeling Stone in this position. The way he moved inside of me, how deep I could feel him, and the enjoyment I could hear he was getting out of it made it shoot right up to the number one spot on my list of best sex positions with Stone. I wanted more from him.
I let go of the headboard and dropped down to my elbows, my ass now up in air. The moment I settled into this position, Stone’s grip on my hips grew tighter.
“Oh, Stone,” I murmured. “I want more. I want it harder.”
“Fuck, baby,” he hissed. “You were made for me.”
My breath caught in my throat at his admission, but I couldn’t take the time needed to process it because he did what I asked. And he didn’t disappoint. He gave it to me harder.
With each hard and delicious stroke, I felt myself growing closer and closer to that happy place. My breathing grew shallow, my moans louder. It was coming and it was going to hit fast and hard.
“Angel, I feel you there. So tight, so sweet,” Stone said, continuing to give it to me.
I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Don’t stop,” I begged.
“Take it, Monroe. I want you to take it all.”
And that’s when I let go.
“Stone,” I belted.
“My good girl,” Stone began, his voice rough. “Use that sweet, tight pussy and milk me.”
It wasn’t even seconds later and Stone found his release while inside me.
After coming down from his orgasm, Stone pressed a kiss between my shoulder blades and pulled out of me. He went about disposing of the condom while I fell to my side, spent and sated. I felt the bed depress with Stone’s weight not long after and suddenly I was being turned to my other side to face him. Stone pulled me close to him and I relished the feel of his warm, hard body. We stayed like that in silence for a long while.
I had a million things running through my mind, namely what he said about me being made for him. I wished I could have brought it up and said something to him, but if there was any chance that he was going to have a change of heart, I didn’t want to say anything that would make him rethink it and remember whatever it was that was holding him back. Even still, I wanted to say something.
“Stone?” I called, quietly.
“Yeah, angel?”
“This has been the best birthday of my life.”
He gave me a gentle squeeze and responded, “The day’s not over yet. Still have dinner and a couple hours of fun planned for later.”
I bit my lip thinking about more fun with him.
“That was number one,” I admitted.
“I’m sorry?” he asked, confused.
“That position,” I started. “It’s number one right now. I don’t want to make a definitive statement on it, though, because I’m guessing I’ve got several others to try still.”
I felt Stone’s body vibrate with laughter. Full-blown laughter.
I loved it.
Hearing it and feeling it, knowing I typically saw so much caution in his eyes, I think I loved hearing his laughter more than anything else in the world. It made me believe I was giving him something to grab onto for a moment. Something that allowed him to let his guard down. Something that he could trust and believe in.
“Baby, how the fuck do you do this?” he asked, still trying to regain his composure.
“Do what?” I asked, pulling back to look at him.
“Completely throw me off guard with the shit you say sometimes,” he explained, looking down at me.
I shrugged my shoulders and answered, “I’m not trying to be funny, Stone. I’m just being honest.”
“I know. That’s the whole point.”
I cuddled further into him.
Stone held me a bit before he suggested, “I think it’s time I feed you dinner and dessert.”
“Mmm. What’s for dinner?”
“You’re the birthday girl, so you decide. I made sure I had enough here so you could choose what you wanted. If you want fancy, I can make steaks. You want something light, I’ll do Caesar salads with either chicken or salmon, whichever you prefer. Or, if you want something middle of the road, I can do burgers and fries.”
“Burgers and fries,” I answered, without hesitation.
“Really?”
I nodded before I explained, “We did fancy two nights ago, so no need for fancy tonight. I’d probably normally choose the salmon salad, but considering the activities from just now and the activities planned for later tonight, I’m guessing I’ll need sustenance. Besides, sometimes, you just want to eat a nice juicy burger with a side of greasy fries. Right now, that’s exactly what I want. If only we had milkshakes to go with it.”
Stone’s arms tightened around me when I heard him barely whisper, “Made for me.”
As much as I wanted to say something, I stopped myself.
Thirty minutes later, Stone and I were eating juicy burgers and greasy fries. They were delicious. Much to my surprise, he had milk and ice cream, so he made me a vanilla milkshake as well. It was the perfect birthday dinner.
Following dinner, Stone ushered me into his living room where he made me sit on the couch and wait for him to return. When he came back he was carrying a rather large wrapped box. He bought me a birthday present.
Stone set the gift down in front of me and said, “Happy birthday, Monroe.”
“You bought me a birthday present?” I questioned, shock in my tone.
He laughed as he sat down next to me on the couch before he replied, “Isn’t that what you do when it’s someone’s birthday?”
“Yeah, but…I don’t know. This is a lot. You’ve already fixed my tire, changed my toilets, bought me a security system, took me to a fancy dinner, rented out an entire racetrack to let me drive one of your Porsches, and you made me dinner.”
“It’s a birthday present. I didn’t buy you your own Porsche, so relax. It’s just something fun.”
“Alright.”
I turned to the gift and began pulling the wrapping paper off. When I had completely uncovered what was underneath, I snapped my head back to Stone. He was fighting now to stay serious.
“Well?” he asked, attempting to suppress a grin. “Do you like it?”
“I’m not sure yet,” I answered honestly.
“I was hoping we could have a do-over. I want to make sure you get the reaction you deserve, the one you should have gotten that night.”
“I see,” I began, a small smile playing at my lips. “Well then, handsome, you better get to work and set this up.”
Stone let out a breath and got to work on setting up my new karaoke machine. My insides filled with warmth at the thought that Stone wanted a chance to make up for the night at Lou’s. He didn’t want me to have a bad memory associated with karaoke and I loved that he thought it was worth replacing that memory with a good one.
“When’s yo
ur birthday?” I blurted out as he came back to sit next to me on the couch.
“June fourth.”
I took in that information and sat there, contemplating.
I was snapped out of my musings when I felt Stone’s finger pressed to my temple. “What’s happening up here right now?”
“Nothing,” I responded. “I’m just trying to figure out how much time I have to come up with a birthday present that’s going to top everything you’ve done for me.”
“Monroe, I bought a karaoke machine. It’s not anything crazy.”
“No, Stone. It’s so much more than the karaoke machine. I love that you put that thought into this and got me that, but I didn’t need anything else. I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but you gave me my gift two nights ago.”
I felt him grow tense.
I continued talking.
“Do you remember that Sunday when you came to my studio to help me finish the painting on those last two rooms? The day that I asked you to leave.”
He nodded, but stayed silent.
“When I went home that day Charley, Emme, and Nikki were already there. Nikki called Charley and Emme earlier that day to tell them what I had shared with her about my night with you the previous night. The girls were planning to talk to me about what my next steps should be with you considering my experience level to that point was zilch. Obviously, when I got home they knew something was wrong and, as I’m sure you can guess, I spilled the details. What you don’t know is that I made a decision that night. It dawned on me that perhaps I was being too picky or I was holding out for something that wasn’t going to happen. I drank a half a bottle of wine that night and I made a vow to lose my virginity before I turned twenty-five. When I woke up the next morning, I realized how silly that was, but it didn’t change the fact that my heart was hurting and that I wanted to find someone who would want me.”
I paused a moment, trying to hold back my emotions.
“Monroe, I…” Stone got out before I cut him off.
“No, Stone. Listen to me. Today has been one of the best days of my life and I don’t want it filled with unhappy thoughts or memories. I just want you to know that when you showed up at my studio on Monday and told me you wanted to take me on a date, that did something to me. When you brought me back here that night and still wanted me, despite my inexperience, that did something else to me. But, Stone, when you learned the truth and you took your time with me, being gentle and careful with me, that was it. What you did for me that night was so much more than me just having sex for the first time. It was beautiful and special. If all you did today was wish me a happy birthday and maybe give me that kiss you did this morning, it still would have been the only thing I would have wanted today. All of this other stuff you’ve done has just been a bonus and makes me feel like the luckiest girl in the world.”
I sat there watching Stone and I could tell he was struggling with something. I didn’t want to ruin the day so I spoke again.
“I don’t want you to say anything, handsome. I just wanted you to know how I felt. And now, if you are ready, I’d like to take the opportunity to seduce you by giving you a little performance. Are you up for it?”
“Just hearing that you want to seduce me this way has me up for it,” he answered.
I looked down at his lap.
He wasn’t lying. There was a bulge at the crotch of his jeans. I licked my lips.
“Angel?” Stone called.
I brought my eyes to his.
He gave me a look that said he needed me to not be sitting next to him, looking at his manhood, licking my lips.
“Right. Okay, so did you want me to do a repeat performance with the same song or should I try something else?”
“It’s up to you, but I’m liking the idea of you singing that song to me so I can have better memories of it. You want to do something else, I’m sure you won’t disappoint.”
“How about a two-for-one special?”
“Not going to say no to that. Show me what you’ve got, baby.”
I got up off the couch and got Toni Braxton’s You’re Makin’ Me High ready. As I waited, I realized I was looking forward to doing this again knowing that what I was going to be asking for was exactly what I was going to get.
The music started and I danced. Much like I did when I performed at Lou’s I danced a slow, sensual dance to the instrumental part in the beginning. Stone’s gaze was burning and he was already readjusting himself as he watched me dance. The moment I started singing, something changed. It wasn’t bad; it was just different. The way Stone was looking at me told me that he had just had a revelation of sorts and he was trying to process it. I continued the song and dance, not letting whatever was going on in his mind affect my performance.
As the music faded, Stone spoke.
“Turn off the machine, Monroe,” he demanded.
I quickly did as he asked, but was a bit worried about the change in him. After flipping the power switch off, I asked, “Is everything okay?”
“Come here.”
I walked over to him cautiously.
Once I was standing in front of him he leaned forward, put an arm around my waist, and pulled me down on top of him. I was now straddling him.
“You’re going to have to save the second performance until later. Need to have you now and I want you working me with this incredible body. You okay with being on top?”
My eyes rounded.
A new position.
Yes.
Heck yes, I was okay with it.
So, I nodded.
Stone took my mouth. His hands went to the hem of my shirt. He pulled his mouth from mine to remove my shirt. Then, bringing his hands to the waist of my pants he directed, “Lift up.”
I put my hands to his shoulders and lifted. Stone slid my pants and panties down my legs and over my feet. He tossed them to the side before he used one hand to unhook my bra and remove that, too. I quickly removed his shirt and put my mouth to his while my hands traveled down between us to his jeans. Stone took my tongue as I worked to unfasten the jeans. Once I had successfully undone them, I lifted up to allow Stone to slide them down his legs. Then, I settled over top of him.
My naked body against his.
He was so warm.
My mouth went back to his. My hands were everywhere. In his hair, on his shoulders, down his arms, and on his chest. Stone couldn’t seem to get enough of me, either. His hands. His incredible hands were at my hips, my ass, my breasts, and my thighs.
I wanted him.
I was so ready for him.
I reached my hand down between us again and wrapped my fingers around him. I lifted and moved to position him at my entrance when Stone gripped my hips tight.
“Wait,” he said, his voice rough.
I froze and looked to him, confused.
“Condom.”
“I’m on birth control,” I practically panted. I did not want to wait to have him inside me. “For my periods. They were irregular. The doctor said the birth control would fix that.”
Stone’s fingers tightened on my hips.
“Another first,” his strained voice muttered.
Now my fingers tightened around him. I was going to be the first person he was with like this. That filled me with warmth.
I looked at him through hooded eyes, waiting for him to indicate what I should do next.
“Let me feel you, Monroe.”
I slipped him inside of me. Stone let out a groan.
I hadn’t moved yet and this was already at the number one spot on my list. No doubt about it. Not a question in my mind.
“Oh my God, Stone.”
“Angel,” his husky voice filtered into my ears. “Baby, can you move?”
I took in a breath, let it out, and started to move. As I moved, I let my senses take over me. I couldn’t comprehend how it was possible that with each roll of my hips I was being assaulted by multiple sensations. Touching his heated skin under my fing
ertips, tasting his lips and the skin at his neck and shoulders, smelling his masculine scent mixed with aroma of sex, and hearing the sounds coming from the back of his throat were all overwhelming me. I could have been content experiencing just one of those.
It was my sight that did me in, though. Seeing the look in Stone’s eyes as I moved my body over his. There was something there I hadn’t ever seen before. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew it was big. I loved the look; I loved what I saw. I only wish I knew what it meant.
I continued to move, alternating between rolling my hips and lifting and lowering myself on him. The feel of Stone’s hands as they moved over my body had me burning up.
“I love your hands,” I rasped out. “They feel so good on my body.”
“Fuck, Monroe. These fuckin’ legs,” he started, with his hands on my thighs. As they traveled up my thighs, one hand stopped at my hip while the other went to my breasts. “These tits,” he continued before taking one in his mouth. He lavished my breasts with attention before he pulled his mouth away and brought his hand down to my core. “This pussy. So sweet, all mine. Say it, baby.”
I was so turned on. Hearing him talk like that as his hands moved, all while I continued to ride him, was too intense.
“Angel,” he warned. “Tell me.”
“It’s yours Stone…it’s all for you,” I managed to get out, barely able to catch my breath.
Stone had one hand on my thigh and the other at my hip now. Both tightened on my body. “Nobody else gets this, Monroe. You’re fuckin’ mine. Understand?”
“Yes, handsome. I’m yours. Meant for you. Only you.”
“My good girl,” he announced just before he held my hips in his hands and powered his hips up, thrusting into me.
“Oh, Stone.”
My hands went to his shoulders to brace myself. He kept at it.
“You like this, baby?”
“I love it, Stone. I’m so close. Please,” I begged.
Stone gave it to me harder. It was just what I needed. I came apart over him, throwing my head back as the feeling of pleasure shot through me.
“So fuckin’ sweet. Fuck, Monroe,” Stone shouted as he, too, found his release.