Once he had covered every inch of the intricate details of the tattoo, he moved on to my stomach then higher to the valley of my breasts then my neck then my chin and finally he reached my lips.

The movements were slow and passionate. I was expecting passion but what surprised me was the pace.

His large hands roamed every inch of me. Every curve and crevice. Every imperfection.

He worshipped it all.

Stone still looked like a drowning man coming up for air. He appeared to be desperate, yet he took his time learning and touching every surface cell of my skin.

It was like he could not believe his luck that this is happening. That we were happening.

His lips moved against mine with a blazing passion that knocked the air out of me. The only thing I needed in the world was him. He kept me in his arms as every part of us pressed together in the most intimate of ways.

The way he touched me was so gently yet so raw and vehemently. A deep desire bound us together and wrapped us in one bundle of need.

His tongue darted out and trailed over my lip. It had me tightening my grip on his wide shoulders as I let out whimper after whimper. He then moved my hands, so they were swallowed by his large ones as he intertwined our fingers. He then pinned my arms above my head with one of his hands as the other continued to roam the rest of my body

I yearned to touch him and for him to touch me. I craved him so badly. I could not handle the heat that built up inside of me

Stone's touch and gaze were like shackles. They kept me entrapped in a gentle prison full of love. I was imprisoned in the best way possible.

"Mine. Mine. Mine." He said over and over again as his tongue flicked over my skin.

Great, I thought to myself, he had gone all caveman.

The pleasure was so out of the world that I was having trouble thinking. I could not see straight. I struggled to remember my own name; I could only sigh his.

My eyes were mostly closed at the feeling but when they were not, I caught a few glances of him. All of him. The sight was enough to make my knees feel weak.

I thought that I was going to faint. Even when I was lying down.

Stone smiled. His mouth went up fully. It was true and it was devastating.

"I am so in love with you." He spoke in his gravelly tone "Holy fuck."

I grinned at him, and he traced the outline of my smile with his thumb.

"I have imagined infinite things I want to do to your beautiful little body." He admitted as his voice went deeper.