Fairytale Green

‘I gave you my book and you are not even reading it.’ I accused while staring up at him.

We had been reading in the living room for an hour. Trying to read anyway. I had read the same sentence about twenty times.

My distraction was him studying my face while I laid across his lap.

Both of us were sitting normally on the sofa for a matter of minutes before he pulled me to him. My head fell onto his lap, and I ended up staying there with my book held above me.

Stone had my Edgar Allan Poe poem book, but I doubted he had even read a word of it. His gaze was set firmly on me.

I pointed out ‘You are distracting me.’

‘No.’ His deep voice argued, ‘You are the one distracting me.’

Giving him a mock glare, I turned back to my book and tried to concentrate.

That did not last long. My attention was drawn back to his stupidly ravishing face. I could see myself staring at him in the reflection of his eyes.

It was obscure how I find his harshly defined features comforting. How I found his large well-built body a comfort.

My shaky hand reached up and I drew my finger along the side of his sharp jawline. I stopped as soon as I spotted Stone’s lip caught in his teeth as he sent me a cocky look.

‘Are you okay down there, Medusa?’ He asked before mentioning ‘You seem deep in thought.’

‘I am just trying to guess how tall you are.’ I replied quickly.

That was not what I was really thinking about while my head was on his lap. However, I was genuinely interested to know what his height was.

‘Six foot seven.’ He answered.

‘Six foot seven?’ I repeated in shock.

He nodded his head in confirmation. His expression was not teasing. It was completely serious.

I exaggerated ‘Six foot seven? I am almost certain that is the height of Mount Everest.’

Stone chuckled and diverted his stare to my small legs in my pyjama shorts that barely reached the end of the sofa

‘How small are you?’ He asked curiously while his lip twitched upwards.

I glared at him for asking how small I was instead of how tall.

‘I am five foot two.’ I answered while I crossed my arms tightly over my chest.

‘Yeah, with heels on.’ He commented while he let out a husky laugh.

Nudging him in the stomach and feeling up his abs while I was there, I said a height a little closer to the truth ‘Fine. Five foot one then.’

He shook his head as an evil smile etched onto his face. He did not believe me.

I could not help but ask him ‘Does it bother you, Lurch?’

‘Does what bother me?’ He asked while confusion filled his tone.

‘My tinniness.’

‘I love your height.’ He affirmed while frowning at me.

‘Really?’

He cleared his throat before adding ‘I can keep you in my pocket.’

I burst out laughing and stuck my tongue out at him as I wiggled my toes that were enveloped in my fluffy socks.

‘I do not like being this small.’ I admitted.

‘Why not?’

‘Well for starters,’ I told him ‘Every time I want to kiss you then I have to climb you like a tree.’

Stone laughed. It was loud and husky. So deep that the vibration pulsated through my body below him.

He seemed happy at my reply though because he replied with a smirk ‘So you admit you want to kiss me a lot?’

‘I guess kissing you is not the worst way to spend my time.’ I admitted with a heated face while I kept my attention firmly on his stomach.

My face still felt all hot, so I picked up my book again and hid my face between the pages.

Another hoarse laugh was heard before Stone pulled my book back so he could see my face. I glared up at his amused facial expression.

‘How much do you weigh?’ I could not help but ask the questions that I had been dying to know.

‘Nearly three hundred pounds.’ He answered gruffly with a shrug of his shoulder ‘Last time I checked.’

He was nearly three times the size of me.

My eyes widened and I felt my mouth make an o-shape.

We found ourselves in an intense staring contest as he caressed the side of my face.

I was fully captivated by his mesmerising darkened eyes.

He broke the silence by motioning to the book and asking me ‘Why do you not write a book?’

‘I was hoping to in the future.’ I answered and then elaborated ‘Sometimes an idea comes to mind, and I write it down, but I never feel it is good enough. I read my ideas and I grimace at the thought of people reading it or actually wanting to read something I have written.’

The gravelly voice spoke, ‘I would read it.’

I tilted my head to study him because he looked like he genuinely meant it.

‘Thank you.’ I said quietly to him.

‘Only if I get it dedicated to me.’ He added tauntingly after my gratitude.

I rolled my eyes as I sat up from him and asked, ‘What time is it anyway?’

‘Eleven.’ He answered back after checking his phone.

‘I have to get dressed! I’m meeting Lana in half an hour!’ I squealed as I jumped off the sofa in a hurry.

The edge of Stone’s lip dropped unhappily as he grumbled ‘Where are you going?’

‘Dress shopping.’ I informed him before I mentioned ‘I need to get one because Brennan bailed on her for The Fall Ball’

He sat quietly and then a dawn of realisation contorted his face. He stood up to his full height and towered over me.

‘I need to go out today anyway.’ Stone spoke.

‘Oh, where?’ I retorted, disappointed that he would not be there when I got back.

‘Work.’ He stated after a long pause.

‘Tell Mike that I am asking for him.’

Stone met my eye with a serious look ‘It was probably a good thing you are not home because I would probably end up not going.’

Grinning, I turned around to start walking away as I asked ‘What kind of influence would that make me? Surely you can go a day without seeing me.’

His hands were instantly on my hips. He snatched me back to his body and kept me there as he declared ‘No. I cannot.’

Then I was off the ground and floating in the air with his hands still moulded to my side.

When I reached a height that meant that I was at eye level with him then I voiced what I was thinking ‘Can I ask why I’m levitating?’

With unconcealed smugness, He chuckled ‘So you do not need to climb me like a tree.’

A giggle erupted from me, and I buried my face into the crook of his neck as he lifted me nearer.

Once I had gotten control of my laughter, I then peered out from my hiding spot and teased ‘Who said that I wanted to kiss you now?’

He kissed my lips lightly. Only once. It was just a gentle brush, but it was enough to make me surrender to him.

I pulled back and silently pleaded for more as I held on tightly to him so that I did not go plummeting to the ground.

My heart pounded in my chest as his gentle fingers lifted my chin so he could devour me. He bent from his neck so there was no space between us. My hands gripped his hair as he cradled my waist.

‘I have to go, Lurch.’ I told him as I tried to pull away from him.

‘No.’ He growled playfully but he walked to the hallway with me in his arms.

Our lips crashed against one another’s again, so he redirected his direction and changed course from the bedroom to the kitchen.

Without breaking apart, he continued to brush his tongue over my own and my bottom lip as he set me down on the kitchen counter.

Stone moved to stand between my legs, and I had to part my thighs as far apart as they could go to accommodate his huge build. His lips were gentle against mine as he savoured every touch and stroke of my tongue.

He moved away a little to look me in the eye. I almost forgot how to breathe as the obsidian eyes swirled with emotion.

His mouth took mine again in a long tantalising kiss. Heat filled my body slowly. Inch by inch as he took over my senses. His hands dropped from my face to my back and then it dropped to my butt as he lifted me again.

‘Damn, Baby.’ He let out gruffly as I smiled into his lips.

‘You definitely have a thing for kitchen counters, Valentine Stone.’ I mused with a giggle.

He pressed a soft yet harsh kiss against my lips before grumbling something under his breathing.

The muscular arms clutched me tightly as the giant walked with my body in his arms. He took long determined steps before stopping right beside the dining table.

Stone was a mountain of man. He was so big and thick that it looked like we could have sex standing up. He could just pluck me up with his big strong arms and slide me down his dick.

My lip caught between my teeth and Stone watched the movement hungrily.

I peered up at him and raised a brow while he set me onto the surface of the dining table ‘What are you doing?’

‘I have a thing for you.’ He promised, his rough voice growing even deeper ‘I want you everywhere.’

The big hands carefully set me down on the edge of dining table. His eyes fell onto my shorts and there was a dark glint of mischief in his eye.

His veiny meaty hands palmed my thigh and nudged for me to open my legs wider.

Everything happened in a demanding haste. My shorts became a ball of ripped jean material at the other side of the dining room.

The dark pair of eyes surveyed me silently as his hands flexed at his sides.

‘What is it?’ I uttered to him quietly.

‘Your size.’ He answered softly ‘You are so small, and I never want to hurt you.’

I leant back and opened my legs further while I shot him a taunting smile ‘You can’t hurt me with your tongue.’

One of his dark eyebrows raised as he challenged gruffly ‘No? It is wider than the small piece of heaven between your legs.’

I felt my face grow heated as I gave him a small pout of disappointment.

My exposed back went cold against the glass of the table suddenly. My eyes that were once looking into Stone’s were now peering wide up at the ceiling.

The calloused fingers tangled in my thong in a haste to get no barriers between us. He did not take them off, however. He only pulled the material to the side.

Little gasps and whimpers left me as the giant looming over my body snared the moment. He began to leave kisses on the valley of my breasts before moving down to my stomach and then lower.

His hands roamed determinedly and desperately, gripping skin and stopping me from moving too much.

I liked him manhandling my body. I liked him as the commanding presence in the room.

Warmth was felt again my bare skin between my legs. A gush of air was felt against the sensitive skin as Stone teased and nipped at it.

‘Stone.’ I gasped pleadingly ‘Stone.’

The dominating mouth of the man kissed harshly up my inner thigh as the rough finger remained hooking my panties to the side.

‘Want them off.’ He rumbled, pulling at the material and lifting my hips up ‘Now.’

The muscular forearm came down and treaded on my hips. He pinned me to the table, kneeled down and brought his face closer to my thighs.

‘Look at you.’ Stone uttered hoarsely, his warmth breath tickling the wetness between my legs ‘So fucking perfect.’

My blush covered my whole body. That or it was just the heat of a thousand suns travelling across my skin.

I felt his tongue steadily touch the valley of my sex. It was slow and sensual and completely euphoric.

The huge monster of a man groaned like he had never tasted anything so good in all of his existence.

If he stopped then I would die.

His tongue licked again. This time over my pulsing clit. The movement over the bundle of nerves had me shivering and whimpering.

The man feasting upon me groaned at the taste again. He then growled and lost every single hint of self-control he still had because he began devouring me.

He pushed his tongue in deep and traced my opening. He then dragged his greedy tongue up to my aching clit.

It was too much. It was the sexiest moment of my life.

The strong arm on my waist snaked underneath me and lifted me higher and closer to his mouth. It was like he was trying to get more of me inside his mouth.

The sounds he was making while his tongue slid in and out of me were ferocious. He was licking my centre and then my sweet spot that had appeared just for him.

Valentine Stone ate like it was his last meal on earth. He ate like a starved man. He ate like a predatory animal consuming its prey.

His shoulders were a beautiful testament to masculinity, and they flexed while his moments grew more desperate. His dark hair was buried between my thighs as he never came up for air.

All I could do was gasp for air and sob as my all the muscles in my body contracted.

My thighs shook uncontrollably. Stars began to cover my vision that reminded me of a certain pair of obsidian eyes.

Everything in the world faded away. Everything was insignificant apart from him and I. All that mattered was the intense pleasure that was building in the bottom of my stomach.

The man in control of my body then chose to take one hand of my hip and pressed it against where he had his tongue. With one thick finger, he applied firm pressure to my g-spot and rotated it to the side.

I could not hold back the piercing scream from leaving my mouth as my eyes fluttered shut.

My whole world exploded around me as I called out his name. My body shook. I tried ground myself, but I could not. My back arched as he continued feasting on me.

I screamed his name and grabbed a fistful of his hair as he swirled his tongue around my clit and made me come again.

I thought I had travelled to a far-away planet full of fairies and back.

He was a sex-God. That or he had magic fingers and a magic tongue.

Stone picked my body up bridal style and began to clean me up. He rubbed between my thighs with a cloth while pressing a kiss to my forehead.

‘You are beautiful when you let go.’ He praised, never taking his eye away from me.

I sent him a shy smile before I looked down at the ground.

His hand went under my chin, and he made me look up at him before he stated gruffly ‘I want the taste of you on my tongue three times a day.’

I could not hold back my laughter as I repeated ‘Three times a day?’

‘Three times a day.’ He repeated before growling ‘Minimum.’