Page 194 of Shade
On my bed, Scarlet crawls backward and then lays her head against my pillow, smiling at me. I have no idea how we made it into my room without having sex on the stairs, or in the hallway. And I don’t remember when clothes, mostly hers, were shredded away.
I’d like to say I’m taking my time with her and all of this will be slow and thought out.
It’s not happening like that.
Do you see us there on the bed? I know, sexy fucking image right there, but look at the expressions on our faces. Mine one of undeniable lust, and hers. . . I don’t know because once again, I’ve never seen a woman look at me like this.
I crawl over her, covering her body with mine and grinding against her center. My touch against her body is heavy and slow.
I kiss her. . . anywhere I can. Her neck, shoulders, throat, any skin my mouth finds kisses and worships.
I kiss the underside of her throat, dragging my tongue ring over hot skin.
And finally, I kiss her chin, the corner of her mouth, uneven breaths taking the air from my lungs.
I’ve never been very gentle with women, probably because I’ve never met one whowantedgentle.
In all honesty, they wanted the rough I-can’t-fucking-live-without-being-inside-you-and-claiming-you-as-mine sex. Why do they want that?
Because it makes them feel I want something more than the pleasures of flesh, despite it being a complete lie. It’s different with Scarlet. It has been from the very beginning when she turned me down.
Sighing into my kisses, urging me along, tasting her shoulders and neck when my mouth parts from her, my body molds to hers. I cover every inch of her with every inch of me.
Just as I’m about to slip it in, she stops me, her hands on my chest.
“What’s wrong?” I whisper.
I don’t budge.
A moment goes by. I take a deep breath.
“Do you not want to?” I ask.
“No,” she insists, cupping my cheeks and pressing our lips together. “That’s not it at all.”
I frown, breathing her in, my eyes squeezing shut. The head of my cock is already poking at her entrance, so I try to convince myself I can stop if she decides this isn’t what she wants, but it doesn’t make a goddamn bit of sense to me. My need to be inside her is making me irrational. I briefly consider pushing forward just because, but then I remember I’d never do that to any woman, let alone Scarlet.
So what’s stopping her? I groan and draw back, searching her eyes. “What’s the problem?”
“I’m on the pill,” she says with a smile. “But are you going to put on a condom?”
Right. Right. What is this, amateur hour?
“Can I go without?” I’ve never gone without. Ever.
“I’d like that.” She nods, and that’s all the more coaxing I need. My inhale shudders in my chest. I close my eyes when she curves into me, and I slide slowly inside. “That way if you do pull out, at least you can come on my tits or something.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Shut up.”
My hands know their way around her body, a distant memory seared into my brain. My smile tugs at my lips and she notices.
“What?” She kisses me, swirling her tongue around the barbell in my mouth. The sensation shoots through my body like electric currents surging through me.
“My body remembers you,” I tell her, moving my hips slowly, making sure she feelsallof me.
Broken breaths burn my skin as she clings to me. “My mind can’t forget you.”
I’ve waited months to have sex with her, and it’s a strange feeling to fuck someone after I’ve fallen in love with them. I’m not sure I understand the meaning.
