Inferno - Chelle Bliss by Chelle Bliss

I don’t know how long this goes on, but when his hand, that had been on my lower back, moves down to my ass, I can’t stop myself from lifting my leg and snagging him around the waist.

“I want you,” he murmurs against my lips, kneading my ass with one hand and grinding that big, thick cock into my middle.

“I want you too,” I whisper into his mouth, my body answering instead of my brain.

We’re doing this.

I’m doing this.

A million things run through my mind in a split second, but not a single one of them matters when he tangles his hand in my hair, pulling my head back to expose my neck.

As soon as his lips touch my throat, I get lost in the moment, forgetting every worry.

Everything around us disappears, and I let go, giving in to whatever is about to happen. I’ve spent too much time lately overthinking everything, including the attraction I’ve felt for Stone since the first night I spent at his house.

The need we feel for each other turns into a frenzy of kisses and hands pulling at clothes, leaving a trail of our shirts, pants, and anything else from the front door through the living room.

Stone guides me through the room, his mouth attached to mine and our limbs tangled around each other. When the backs of my knees touch the couch, I fall backward, bringing him with me.

I trail my fingertips over the muscles of his back, exploring all the hard ridges underneath his smooth skin. Stone’s body is a work of art. I could spend a lifetime touching every square inch and never get bored.

“Wait,” I say, my words coming out in a rush.

Stone lifts his head, staring down at me with punch-drunk eyes. “What’s wrong?”

I press my palms against his pecs, loving the hardness in my hands. “Condoms. We need condoms.”

“Plural?” A lazy smile spreads across his face. “I like your style, Opal.”

I laugh. The man is truly impossible. “At least one.”

He shakes his head. “Baby, once isn’t going to be nearly enough.”

My entire body is vibrating with anticipation of having sex with Stone at least once. I don’t want to lie here, underneath him, planning out the rest of the evening. “Do you have them or not?”

He pushes himself up, and I watch in sheer wonder at the beauty of his body.

Holy hell.

The man is absolute perfection.

The ink is an added bonus. I didn’t think I was much into tattoos, but seeing how they’re placed on Stone’s body has my mouth watering to trace every outline with my tongue.

“Don’t move,” he says to me, pointing down at the couch like I’m about to trot off somewhere in my completely naked state.

“I’m not going anywhere, but if you don’t get your ass in gear, I’m going to come without you.” I move my hand between my legs and start to touch myself.

Stone’s eyes widen, and his lips part. “Fuck me,” he whispers, his cock bobbing in appreciation of the show I’m putting on in front of him. “You wouldn’t dare.”

I smirk and work my fingers more skillfully over my clit, touching myself the way I often do when I masturbate.

Stone’s tongue darts out and sweeps across his lips as he stands as still as a statue. “This is…is…” He swallows as he gazes down at me.

I open my legs a little farther, giving him a better view, hoping he’ll move faster. “This is hot, but your mouth would be hotter.”

As soon as those words are out of my mouth, Stone drops to his knees and pushes my legs even farther apart. His mouth is on me a moment later, devouring the sensitive skin I’ve been touching.

“This is mine,” he murmurs against my body, licking and sucking like he’s been starving to get a taste of me.

I stare down my body as I tangle my fingers in his brown hair, finding his gaze on me.

I tear my eyes away from his, the intensity of his stare too much for me. Everything is heightened. The heat of his hand on my inner thigh, the warmth of his tongue against my skin, the low hum of excitement emanating from his lips as they’re pressed against me.

He works my body like he’s known it his entire life. Sucking, licking, and touching just the right spots to drive me so close to the edge, every toe on my foot starts to curl against the hardwood floor, and the familiar surge of pleasure crawls up my spine.

“Stone,” I gasp, barely able to form words and catch my breath.

“Let go, Opal,” he says, sending vibrations from his voice across my clit. “Come for me.”

I didn’t need the permission or his words to send me over the edge. The work of his fingers against my flesh and his tongue against my core has me panting through one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever felt in my entire life.

My body seizes along with my breath. I can’t think about anything other than the warm tingling that’s coursing through every fiber of my being, sucking away my soul.

Stone doesn’t let up or pull away; he doubles down by licking faster, sucking harder than he was before. I moan through the pleasure, expelling the air I’ve been holding in my lungs. I clamp my thighs together, trapping his head against me as I rock through the final pulses of ecstasy.

My body goes limp, every muscle spent and satisfied as I try to catch my breath. “Fuck,” I breathe out with my eyes closed.

“That was hot as fuck,” he says with his face still so close that I can feel the heat of his breath against my skin. “I want another.”