Stella's POV
I melted into his kiss, tasting myself on his tongue. My body still hummed from the orgasm, but I wanted more. Needed more. His hard length pressed against my thigh, reminding me of what was yet to come.
"Please," I whispered against his lips. "I need you inside me. Need to feel you stretching me, filling me up." My hands roamed down his chest, tugging at his shirt. "Want to feel every inch of you."
"Yeah?" He nipped at my bottom lip.
"Mhmm." I arched my back, pressing my breasts against his chest. "Need your c**k so bad. Want you to f**k me until I can't remember my own name."
Instead of answering, he stood up, his strong arms lifting me like I weighed nothing. I squealed, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carried me toward the balcony doors.
"What are you doing?"
