Page 6 of Buns in the Oven

Stella runs her hands over my chest and bites her lower lip as she looks up at me.

“God, you’re hot,” she says.

I laugh. “And you, Stella, are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

I angle my head down to kiss her neck and she drops her head back and sighs gently. As I press kisses to her soft, warm skin, I undo her bra and let it drop to the floor. Then I grab her by the hips and hoist her up onto the dresser behind us.

As she leans back against the wall, I lower my head down and close my mouth over one of her gorgeous, rosy pink nipples. Her breasts are large and firm, her nipples already erect for me. Stella moans as I suck her hard little nub.

“Oh, that’s so nice,” she purrs.

I want to give her more than justnice, though. I want to make her fuckingscream. I pull my mouth from her breast, hook my fingers around her panties and pull them down, and throw them across the room.

Then I kneel down in front of her, spread her legs wide, and run my tongue over her clit. Stella gasps and runs her fingers through my hair. She moans as I lick her again, and moans louder each time I run my tongue over her. She’s so responsive, so lost in pleasure already.

Part of me wants to tease her and draw this out for as long as possible. But…ah, fuck. I’ll do that another night. Right now, I need to ravish her. I lick her faster, harder, eliciting the craziest moans from her.

When Stella comes, she comes hard, shaking like crazy against my mouth. I keep licking her, slower now, until I hear her regain her breath.

“Wes,” she moans as I stand up between her legs. “Oh God. I need you. Right now.”

Yep. I need her, too.

I push down my briefs, freeing the hard-on that’s been straining to get out. When I look up at Stella again, she’s staring at my cock wide-eyed. How do I say this without sounding like an asshole?

I’m well-endowed. It is what it is.

“Hold on a second,” I say, starting to step away to grab a condom.

But Stella grabs my hand and shakes her head. “No. You don’t have to. I’m on birth control.”

I move back to her, my chest burning with desire. OfcourseI want to be inside of her with nothing between us. I grab those sumptuous hips of hers, pull her toward me, and align myself with her entrance.

When I thrust into her, Stella gasps loudly and her cheeks immediately flush. I roll my hips against her again, driving into her slow and deep. Fuck, she feels incredible. And it feels like we weremeantto do this together.

It feels like…dare I say it? Like we’re soulmates.

I pick up the pace, thrusting into her faster, both of us groaning in tandem at how good it feels. Our lips meet again and our tongues sweep deeply into each other’s mouths. Stella hooks her legs around me and runs her hands up my biceps as I enter her over and over again. My thrusts are rapid now, hard and deep, slamming the dresser beneath her against the wall.

Stella pulls her mouth away and starts gasping for air and I can tell she’s going to come again. Her eyes focus on mine and her irises gleam as she looks desperately at me. We both breathe heavily, utterly focused on each other. And then Stella’s eyebrows furrow and her mouth opens wide and she lets out a high cry. As she comes, her pussy squeezes tightly around me, pushing me over the edge, too.

“Fuck,” I groan, and empty myself into her.

Afterward, still breathing heavily, I carry her over to the bed and we curl up together, holding each other as our bodies cool off. We stay in bed for the rest of the night, talking and laughing and having sex again. The second time I enter Stella, she feels just as incredible as the first time.

In the morning, I wake to find that I’m alone in bed, and my chest constricts. But a second later, I hear Stella out in the kitchen. I get up, throw on a pair of briefs, and go see what she’s up to. When I walk into the kitchen, I find her making pancakes, and she grins at me as soon as she sees me.

“Hey, you,” she says.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I say, playfully shaking my head at her as I approach her and plant a kiss on her neck. “I’msupposed to be making you breakfast. Not the other way around.”

“Oh, you don’t want the breakfast I’m making? Fine, I’ll eat all of these delicious pancakes myself.” She flips one over in the pan and gives me a flirty look.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t eat them,” I say, giving her neck another kiss. I’m already so ravenous for her again. I want to carry her right back into the bedroom and make her come for the umpteenth time.

But there’s something else I want, too.

“Let’s make this official, Stella,” I say. “Will you be my girlfriend?”