She panted harder as he once again moved back to her clit and sucked hard. Sadie moved against his mouth. “Yes!” She was so close. She ground herself against him again and screamed out his name. So close!
Suddenly, he pulled his mouth away and dropped his body on hers. She was so close to coming and he stopped. She wanted to yell but he entered her hard, thrusting inside her. Oh God! He pounded in and out as she gripped his arms.
“You have the sweetest pussy, I could eat you forever.” He grunted in her ear.
“Then go back, do it again.” She moaned loudly, still in a sex haze.
He chuckled as he pounded into her. “You’ve got to be quiet or I have to stop.”
“No, don’t stop, please.” He chuckled again and covered her mouth with his. He fucked her harder until she was moaning into his mouth while she came. Her body pulsated and she moaned again. His lips sealed hers to smother her cries. He pushed deep inside her one last time before pulling out. He rose to his knees, stroked himself hard, and ejaculated all over her breasts and stomach.
His head was thrown back, veins straining at his neck, his body tense as he finished himself off. Sadie was still dazed from her own orgasm but managed to lock eyes with him. His eyes were glazed.
He backed up off the bed and grabbed a towel from his desk chair. He cleaned up while walking back to Sadie and then did the same for her. He tossed the towel and slid into the bed with her and lay on his back. She immediately snuggled into him. He lifted her chin up with his finger and pressed a soft kiss to her lips and pulled back. Staring into his eyes, curled into his side with her arm over his chest and her hand on his heart, they were perfect. His heart was beating fast as they lay together in silence.
“Should I go back to my room?” she asked in a whisper.
“Fuck no, you’re not going anywhere.”
They were silent in each other’s arms, slowly drifting to sleep.
“I missed this.” Her face dipped down and dug deeper into his chest. After what they just did, she wasn’t feeling shy but her heart was vulnerable.
“Look at me,” he muttered. Sadie looked up to his face. His eyes were soft and his expression was gentle. He cupped her face with one hand.
“I missed everything with you.” He leaned down and guided her mouth in a slow sensual kiss. When he released her Sadie rested her head on his chest and placed a kiss over his heart.
“We’ll talk, Sadie, we’ll figure all this out. But for now, I just need this, to remind myself that you’re here, you’re real, and that somehow, you’re mine again. Okay?”
“Okay.”
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His phone alarm went off at seven a.m. He reached to his nightstand to turn it off before it woke Sadie. Stone looked down at her, soft faced and peaceful in sleep. She looked completely content. He brushed the stray hairs away from her face.
He still couldn’t believe she was there.
He had struggled the last two days. He wanted to call her, tell her he fucked up, and beg her to forgive him but he didn’t. He thought keeping her away would be for the best. She had suffered a lifetime of crap, she deserved more than he could give her. But now, with her lying in his arms, all bets were off. He tried to let her go and she came back. He was done trying to do what he thought was the right thing. He was keeping her and hopefully somehow, some way she’d understand everything when he told her. And he would tell her everything when the time was right.
He gingerly pulled his arm from under her and got dressed. He looked at his cell. He had just enough time to grab a coffee before they left. He walked to the door and glanced back at his bed. He smiled at the sight of Sadie, curled up in his bed, exactly where she belonged. He closed the door quietly.
“Well, well, well…why are you sneaking out of your room? Hmmmm…got a sexy little waitress in there?” Bogs teased and bumped his shoulder.
Stone rolled his eyes as he walked into the bathroom. Even Bogs’ teasing couldn’t ruin his mood right now.
“Why don’t you worry about your own bed, asshole?” Stone shut the door before Bogs had time to respond.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Sadie tossed to the right and reached out to find an empty bed next to her. Stone must have gotten up already. She opened her eyes to Stone’s childhood room. The sunlight shining in through his window gave her a view into Stone’s room, into his life. The room wasn’t huge but bigger than any room she’d ever had. She sat up and spotted a t-shirt at the end of the bed, which she grabbed and threw on. Climbing out of his bed, she walked to the windows.
He had two side-by-side windows that faced the side yard. His view was an old tire swing that looked thoroughly used and probably fully enjoyed. Smiling to herself, she turned around and observed his room. A large, thick, gray chair sat in the corner of his room across from his bed. Draped over the back was a blue and black knitted blanket. She reached out to run her hand over it. It was
