No Expectations

Chapter Fifteen

Emilia

Stephen rocked my world. Sure, I'd had a few orgasms before. On my own, of course, since Amy made sure I understood how important self-love was (she's a weird aunt, I know). Plus, Tony never knew where to touch me or how to caress my body, but Stephen did.

Maybe it wasn't even about how or where. Maybe it was just the fact that he got into my head. He possessed my thoughts. Before he even spoke to me, my body had ached for him. I wanted to make him feel good the way he had done for me.

His eyes hooded, so filled with lust, as he watched me grasp his dick in my hands. My eyes stayed on his as I leaned forward and licked all along the bottom of his shaft. His lip disappeared under his teeth as he fought back a moan. His precum oozed out of the head as I covered it with my mouth and sucked, loving how good he tasted.

When did I become like this? I never wanted to do this before him. I was always too shy or worried about screwing it up, but pleasing Stephen was all I wanted now. My eyes clamped shut as I took him in my mouth as far as I could. My lips stayed tight. I was slow as I moved up and down, following the trail with my firm hand.

His cock twitched in my mouth as his hips bucked. I wanted him to think I knew exactly what I was doing. I wanted to know exactly what he liked, so I could do it for him. I wanted to make him feel so good that he'd shoot out to the back of my throat or all over my face. Whatever he wanted to do, I'd let him.

"That feels so good," he murmured, making me wetter than I already was. Moaning, I twisted my head around, licking along his shaft, sucking him hard with my lips pinned against his skin. "You're gonna make me come," he warned.

My hand moved away and gripped his thigh as I rotated my head around, taking him in as deep as he could go. After he realized what I was going to let him do, his wrist wrapped tight around my ponytail. He pushed my head down then started to thrust himself into my mouth, slow and determined.

I moaned again, and he grunted as I felt him shoot to the back of my throat. I swallowed it as it came, so warm, salty, and sweet. His body slowed after a few more pumps. His grasp on my ponytail loosened. He leaned back on the couch and sighed as I wiped my mouth and looked up at him.

He took a few breaths before he smiled. He looked spent and satisfied. I felt pride in the fact that I could make him feel like that.

"Where did you come from?" he asked, grabbing my arms and pulling me up to him. He didn't give me a chance to answer as his mouth collided with mine.

We kissed while we wrapped ourselves in each other's arms. I'd never kissed like this before. Connected like nothing else in the world mattered. He gave me butterflies and warmed my heart in a way I didn't know was possible. It scared me, but I knew I was safe in his arms. I had no expectations. I just wanted him, and that had to be enough.

The buzzing from my alarm disrupted my wonderful dreams. Groaning, I forced my eyes open. The curtains were pulled, but the sun's bright rays still lit up the room. It took me a second to remember I not only wasn't in my room, or Mrs. Petterman's room, but in Stephen's. The gorgeous man from my dreams.

I grabbed my phone from the table to silence the alarm. Stephen's arms around my stomach tightened. "Don't get up," he mumbled in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine before rubbing himself against my back.

We'd fallen asleep early. It was my first time sleeping over in a man's apartment, but I made sure not to mention it. Snuggling up to him all night felt right. Breathing in his manly smells. Passing out to the sound of his heart beating. Wanting to stay in bed with him forever, but I knew I couldn't.