Thief of Mine by Amarinda Jones

slowly.
    Stella was a little surprised Kit wanted her so soon after
spending himself so completely in her mouth. The few other men she had been
with before had never been able to rise to the occasion again so quickly. But
the growing evidence of his cock proved he was no spent force. But then, he was
like no other man.
    “I’m tired, Kit.” That was a lie. Stella wanted to see what
he planned to do to her.
    “That’s okay, I’ll do all the work.” Kit whipped her shorts
and panties off together.
    The man obviously had practice is getting a woman naked.
    “Kit…” Stella felt her legs being lifted up and parted as
Kit sat back on his heels and pulled her forward. She knew what he planned to
do. “No one’s ever…”
    “I know, so enjoy it, princess.” Kit tongue dipped into the
deep folds between Stella’s legs. He felt her tense up in reaction. “Relax…”
    “How can I when you’re licking me…oh…like that?” Kit’s
tongue found and slowly lapped at the small hidden bud between her legs. Stella
screamed loudly as his lips descended and sucked hard on the nub of flesh. “Are
you trying to kill me?” she moaned as his tongue continued flicking back and
forth across the tortured flesh. She wanted to come badly.
    Kit grinned as his mouth left her pussy and he stared at the
woman thrashing before him. She still had her glasses and shirt on. It was
wildly erotic to him that only her lower body was completely uncovered and
under his control.
    “Do you want to come, princess?” Kit asked just before he
slid his tongue into her vagina.
    Stella had never imagined anyone would ever do this to her
before. It was a completely different sensation from having a hard penis
inside. It was more ticklish and teasing. It would never compete with a penis
but it was an exciting alternative.
    “God yes, let me come.” Stella would do anything to have Kit
fully inside her. She pulled his head from between her legs. “Please Kit,” she
begged.
    Kit pulled her into his arms.
    “Well, climb on board.”
    Stella needed no further invitation as she straddled his
hips. She pulled her shirt off over her head and flung her bra to the floor.
She grabbed Kit’s hands and put them on her breasts where they belonged.
    Kit’s mouth instinctively descended onto one of her taut
nipples and he sucked hard. He knew how much Stella liked having her breasts
sucked and he was more than happy to oblige.
    Stella grabbed Kit’s cock and positioned it at the entrance
to her vagina. She was hot and wet and ready to take him to the hilt.
    “We have to stop dong this…” Stella moaned as she slid down
over his erect cock covering him completely. The heat and feel of him inside
her felt so good and so damned right. No other man had ever made her feel so
completely filled.
    “Why? Are you afraid you’ll never want to let me go?” Kit
growled as Stella moved up and down on him.
    That was exactly the reason. He was addictive. He was the
sort of man she could have beside her every day and never get enough of. But
Stella knew that wasn’t an option. She had to keep telling herself this was just
one night in her life. A fabulous, wild night of passion. but only that. To
expect anything more would be foolish. This was live-for-the-moment stuff. This
wasn’t long term commitment stuff. She knew that. The fact that Kit said he
loved her was nice, but it was not believable. No one could fall in love that
quickly. They knew nothing about each other but the way their bodies reacted.
    Kit was not surprised Stella didn’t answer him. It wasn’t
just that she was caught up in the moment, panting as she ground up and down on
his cock, pushing them both to orgasm. She was scared. He knew that. And he
would work at changing that. There was no way Stella Rowallan was walking out
of his life.

Chapter Seven
     
    “Why am I sick?” Stella answered back into the phone. Honest
to God her manager was anal. It was seven twenty in the morning. The fact