It took Stone and Billie a while to reach the bedroom. Neither of them could keep their smiles or hands to themselves, and they were delayed by a handful of small interludes, so that it seemed they almost battled their way down the hall. The moment they got through the door Billie turned to Stone and pulled him close kissing him hard. His skin was soft and plump from the bath. He kissed across her jaw to her neck and in underneath her ear, making her gasp.
'That's ticklish.' she giggled and tried to tuck her chin down but he was in too close and she couldn't manoeuver away. He kissed her again and she yelped, making Stone smile against her neck.
'Stop wriggling.' he whispered, purposefully blowing his breath in her ear.
'Stone..' she tried to relax, to follow his lead and he relented a little on the tickles but he stayed close, his breath warm on her neck.
Then, when she had calmed a little, he gently bit her earlobe, nibbling and sucking, taking his time so that she felt electricity all over, like she never wanted him to stop but also needed something more.
She could hear her own breaths coming in little gasps and her skin felt like it might be about to melt.
'Jesus, Stone...' she groaned and heard him chuckle, pleased with himself.
'What do you want Billie? Tell me.' he nuzzled her neck kissing down to her collar bone where he loosened her towel and had the pleasure of seeing her breasts spring free of the binding fabric, rising up full and round like moons.
She was almost beyond words. It had been a long time since she had been touched by someone with the intent to arouse her pleasure rather than their own and she had almost forgotten what it was like to be cared for. She felt crazy with desire, his tiny little touches and tender affection awakening the joy and need inside her.
'I... Please.. Don't be gentle.. I need you... Christ..' she closed her eyes and she felt his towel drop to the floor alongside hers. She opened them again to see him looking at her, desire glowing in his lovely green eyes.
Billie didn't think she'd ever seen someone so heartbreakingly beautiful. His long, straight nose, and perfect jawline. His soft, messy hair up in points.
She reached for him. Without any effort he lifted her off the ground and she wrapped her legs around him. His strong hands cupped her bottom and he kissed her deeply, seeking. He moved toward the bed, where he knelt and lay her down on the covers.
She didn't let go, but kept him against her, pulling him down onto the bed with her, pressing her warmth against his belly, her fingers twisted in the hair at his neck.
Stone savoured the feeling of her soft silky skin in his hands and the little sounds she made as he teased her, biting his way down her neck towards her beautiful breasts.
He kissed around one spiralling in, slowly getting closer and closer to her nipple, making her strain. He watched it harden and stand up, dusky pink and swollen and he couldn't stop himself. He took it in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, feeling the texture, sucking a little until she pressed into him, begging for more, and then he bit down, making her moan.
Everything about her drove him mad. She was multifaceted like a jewel, dark and light, ageless, difficult to grasp yet infinitely and intimately present. Pleasing her turned him on. Watching her skin flush and feeling her hands touching him made both his heart and his cock swell to bursting, desperate to be touched by her.
She was so fucking beautiful.
'Stone, please.' her breathing shallow as he nursed at her breasts, one then the other, ravishing them until she trembled in his arms and arched up against him grinding herself against his thigh so he could feel her heat.
He started to move down her body, intending on tasting her but she grabbed a handful of his hair and dragged him roughly back up, her head rolling in a wordless 'no' against the pillow. After all the teasing she couldn't handle any more.
'No, please, I just need you ... I want you,' she begged, lifting one leg and hooking it over his hip.
Stone didn't need to be told twice.
Billie reached down between them and took a hold of him warm and large in her palm. She stroked him, pulling back, squeezing him and making him sigh with pleasure. His hardness made her feel weak. She wanted him inside her.
Stone reached down, rubbing his hand over her smooth belly and then further. He found her wetness and stroked her gently, making sure she was ready. He ran his fingers along her slick opening, pressing, making her lift her hips with need and then he smoothed some of her wetness over the head of his cock, took himself in his hand and guided himself inside.
Slowly, he pressed himself in, taking his time, stretching her, moving back and forth until she took him all the way inside herself. They stayed like that for a minute, Stone resting his forehead against her chest, gritting his teeth to find some control.
Then, shaking with the effort not to rush, he pulled back almost all the way, paused until he felt her beckon with her body then entered her again in one long deep stroke. Heard her breath come out in a little whimper, her hips lifting to meet his.
Her body drew him in like a Siren.
They fit like a key in a lock.
It only took them a moment to find their rhythm. Long and slow, her legs around his hips, lifting to meet him with every stroke.
Stone felt like the earth had opened up and swallowed him whole. Like time had stopped. There was nothing but the heat of her, the smell of her, the sound of her. The feel of her nails in his back, her heels digging into his ass, her teeth in his neck.
She felt the same, consumed by the feel of him, filling her, stretching her physically and spiritually. She was overwhelmed by her body's response to his touch.
She was so soft, so tight and slick, her breath coming in little gasps, her warmth squeezing him. He couldn't hold it together. Faster and faster he pressed into her and she cried out for more, calling for him, lifting herself to meet him, crying his name, both of them straining. Then he felt her begin to shake and clench and he knew she was coming.
'Billie...' he cried out and she pulled him down against her and he bucked hard into her spilling every last ounce of his pleasure deep inside her. Breathing like a train, clutching her to himself, only to hear her sobbing his name and holding him tight as she strained against him in the moment of her own pleasure.
He held her as she shook for a long time. Eventually they stilled and their breathing slowed, heartbeats slowing to a languid thump.
Stone, still laying between her thighs propped on his elbows, looked down at her and brushed a lock off her hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheekbone, brushing her skin and watching as she lay with her eyes closed and a satisfied half smile gracing her face.
Without thinking he leant down and kissed her cheek, the tip of her nose and both her eyelids then the corner of her lips.
She opened one eye and smirked up at him.
'What was that for?'
He just smiled and shook his head then lifted away from her, flopping down on the bed and pulling her in close against his chest.
'mmhm' she snuggled in, blowing warm air into the patch of hair in the middle of his chest.
'Stone?' her voice was already sleepy.
'Mmm?'
'If you were in my band, I'd let you sing.'
He didn't answer, but she felt his arms tighten around her and felt the subterranean sound of his almost silent laughter.
Outside the full moon was rising in east as the sun dropped closer to the Olympics in the west. She glowed, full and milky against the pale blue, just beginning her journey across the sky.
