Page 175 of Shade
The smirk returns. “Cute.”
“Thanks.”
Gently, he leans in, his mouth finding the same spot his thumbs just did, and while I want to shove his face lower to my clit, I don't because one, his neck is fragile, and two, we can't get out of hand.
Okay, so he’s sucking on my tits and his tongue is working its magic, I don’t know what to do with my hands. So they stay at my sides like a mummy.
Is your heart racing like mine? Are your insides flipping and jumping? Are you nervous like me?
Shade Sawyer has his mouth on my tits. I’m freaking the fuck out.
And visibly shaking to the point he stops what he's doing and stands straight.
“Are you cold?”
“No,” I stutter out like I’m standing in the snow naked. The thing is, being next to him, exposed, makes me feel like I am in the snow naked. “Just nervous. Which isn’t like me.”
“I won’t do anything you’re not ready for.”
Now I laugh because do you not remember who this is? Shade strives on making me uncomfortable and now he’s concerned with making me shake? Ha. Not likely.
“But you did promise me a sponge bath so really, this should be about me.”
Ah, yes, there’s the Shade I know.
Look south, again, if you dare because are you ready to see what’s below the tattooed chest and stomach?
I am. I’ve only seen glimpses of it while he’s changing, but I’vedefinitelylook.
Cock. It’s all I see. Massive, hard, swollen. . . you get the point; he’s hard and guess what?
Still has his piercing in! They removed it when they had a catheter in, but he promptly put it back in when he returned home from Spain.
It’s a barbell, much like my nipples and clit, which he hasn’t noticed yet and I assume that’s coming next because his hands go there, like a magnet.
“Fuck, that’s sexy.”
My hands finally move from their place at my sides, and I touch his length. “So is this.”
At my touch, he hisses and steps back, and slips against the wall, but catches himself by holding on to the shower head.
Did your stomach drop like mine? It takes me a moment for my heart to start beating again.
“Oh my God,” I yelp, using my hands to steady him. “Holy shit. Are you okay?”
He nods, carefully. “Yeah. I think.”
He doesn’t look so sure, does he?
I step away from him. “Okay, as much as I want to be in here, we can’t do this.In here. I’m not willing to risk you getting hurt.”
He swallows. “Good idea.”
As I’m drying off outside the shower, Shade groans, still under the spray. “This sucks.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
He peeks his head out. Oh look, he’s pouting. Isn’t it the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen? “I was really hoping for a happy ending.”
You and me both, buddy. Okay, so that didn’t go like I thought it would. When is Willa coming back?
