Run To You

didn’t slide his erection into her hot, luscious peach. All the different positions he’d use to keep himself from sinking into the ultimate pleasure. Even in his lust-saturated brain, he knew that was not an option. Not for her. Not for him.
    S tella unhooked her feet from around Beau’s waist and stood. She pulled off his shirt and kissed his neck and chest as she shoved one hand down the front of his pants. “Mmm,” she moaned as she wrapped her palm around his silky steel erection. She loved the feel of him in her hand and the taste of his skin against her tongue. She sucked on his neck and bit his flesh as she shoved his underwear and pants down his legs. His penis jutted from his body and brushed her belly above the waistband of her shorts. Hot and smooth, and she stepped back far enough to look at the clear bead resting in the middle of the plump head.
    “I like the beast,” she said, and smeared the sticky drop on her skin.
    “The beast likes you.” He removed her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Too much.” He took a few steps back and sat on the couch. His gaze touched her mouth and breasts and belly as he took off his boots. “Drop your pants, little girl.”
    Her hands slid across her stomach to her zipper. “I’m not a little girl.” Her shorts dropped to her boots, then she kicked them to the side.
    “No. You’re not.” Once completely naked, he sat back against the couch. “You’re a beautiful woman.”
    She moved to stand between his knees. “You think I’m beautiful?” He was beautiful. His hard chest and arms and legs, his erection rising from his dark blond pubic hair. His stiff penis lay against his flat belly; the engorged tip touched his navel.
    “Very.” His gray eyes smoldered and burned and he leaned forward to bury his face in her abdomen. Her breath caught and burned and he pushed her panties down her legs. He slid one hand between her thighs and she stepped out of her underwear. “You’re soft.” He kissed the underside of her breast and stroked her sensitive flesh. “And wet.”
    Her knees buckled, and she straddled him before she fell. Her legs and boots rested on the outsides of his legs and his hands slid to her waist. She looked at his lap so close to her. At his sex and hers and their flat stomachs and naked thighs. Desire brushed across her skin like a hot whisper. A whisper filled with lust and longing and love that singed her flesh. She ached for him all over, in her thighs and breasts and heart. She looked into his sleepy eyes, and her heart pinched and pounded as she rose onto her knees and took his face into her hands. The tip of her breast touched the crease of his lips and his lusty gaze locked with hers as he sucked her into his mouth. The warm tip of his erection brushed the inside of her right thigh. She loved the things he did to her body. Loved how he made her feel and how her heart pounded at his touch. She loved him. Loved him so much it felt like it might burst from her chest.
    She reached between them and wrapped her hand around his thick shaft. He pulled back and looked up at her, his gray eyes drugged with lust. “Stand up and open your legs for me.” His wet tongue circled her nipple before he added, “There are still a few positions we haven’t tried.”
    Stella had a better idea. She lowered her mouth to his and poured all the love in her heart into the kiss. Her heart grew bigger, her lust burned hotter, and she wanted more.
    She wanted to make love to him.
    She looked into his face, locking her eyes with his, and sat. The first brush of his penis against her sensitive flesh made her shiver. The first blunt stab made her suck in a breath.
    “Stella.” His hot gaze widened and his grasp on her waist tightened. “What are you doing?”
    She lowered herself a bit more, sliding down another inch. “I want you, Beau. I want to be with you.”
    “Jesus.” He sucked a breath between his teeth. “You gotta stop.”
    He felt foreign inside her. A little uncomfortable, but she kept going.
    His head fell back and his nostrils flared. His fingers pressed into her waist but he didn’t move. “I can’t stop you.”
    “I don’t want you to stop me.” She slid down a bit more.
    He swallowed hard and put his hands on her thighs. Gently, he pressed her downward until she was completely impaled. She didn’t feel pain, but she wasn’t exactly comfortable. Like shoving her size six foot in a size five shoe. More like a pinch than