Page 195 of Shade
When I begin to move inside of Scarlet for the first time, other than the last time which we voted and I don’t remember it well enough for it to count, she sighs contently.
Her nails claw at my back carefully as she whispers, “Shade. . . ” in my ear.
I thrust once, surprised how intense the sensation is, both the feeling of being inside her and the way her whispering in my ear makes the wounds inside my heart seem irrelevant.
Surprisingly, I’ve never been one to think much about how good I am in bed, or if the woman’s left satisfied. That’s not the case with Scarlet. In fact, it has me thinking more than I should be.
She’s so much more than a one-night fuck. This girl I have memories with and we were friends. I’ve waited months for her and the attraction, the anticipation of it has left me a little worked up.
Guess who’s close to blowing his load already?
This guy.
I thrust again, attempting to pick up my pace. Scarlet writhes under me, her body silently asking for more than what I’m capable of.
“Shade,” she cries out, lifting her hips to meet my movements. “Move. Fuck me.”
My arms flex, holding my body above hers as I push inside. Again. And again.
Closing my eyes, it’s too much.
Not just her body, it’s her that’s too much for me to take. It’s the girl who gave me shit for months and kept me on my toes. The one that denied me, constantly, until I was sure I couldn’t take anymore.
My balls tighten and the familiar pressure builds through my cock telling me what’s about to happen.
I stop. This isn’t ending before it even begins. No way.
After a few seconds, Scarlet kisses my ear. “Why’d you stop?”
My forehead falls to hers, my eyes squeezing shut. I curl my fingers through her hair and tilt it to the side. My thumb brushes the shell of her ear. “If I move, I’llcome,” I admit, gasping for a breath between my pants. “Just give me a second here.”
She rolls her goddamn eyes at me. “I’ve been waiting months for this. Get it together.”
“Well then, you can wait a little longer. Hold on.”
Listen, dude, get your shit together and fuck this girl. I know, believe me, bareback is nice, but this girl deserves better. Okay?
Nice talk.
Now that I’ve had a pep talk with my dick, I stare at Scarlet. “I think I’m good now.”
She giggles, shaking her head and our bodies with the action. “Good.” Her hands move from my shoulders to my cheeks, cupping them with her palms. “Now fuck me like you’ve been dying for my pussy for six months.”
“I’ve been dying for you.”
Do you think she catches the meaning? That it’s not just about sex, it’s her?
Maybe not. I’m not the only one who hasn’t had sex in a long time. Just the thought of her with someone makes my stomach fall. I’d kill the motherfucker who had been with her, but once inside her, I’m sure she hasn’t. It’s the way her broken breaths hit my skin, the way her body clings and demands. . . . It’s all there.
I fuck her. Fiercely. And she cries out, demands more, begs for everything I have. She curses and pants and I give a purposeful rhythm to addicted hands.
“I love you,” I tell her, as I rock into her.
“I love you, too,” her voice breaks, body shaking with the words. It could be from emotion, though I tend to think it’s because I’m that good that she can’t keep still.
I know. You want the detailed description of all of this, don’t you?
Well, I’d love to give it to you, but the problem is I’m so thoroughly focused on not coming before her, that I don’t know what’s happening. I mean, Christ, look at me.
