Page 198 of Shade
I feel a lurch of excitement, knowing where this is going, and the idea of his eagerness for it thrills me even more.
It’s then I realize this is completely different from our second time, or wait, third.
Look at the gentleness he’s showing, the way his hands grip and need but not too forcefully.
He’s making love to me. Giving me a piece of himself he’s never given to another girl before. I’m sure of it. Or maybe he had in the past, but I like to think this time, he’s getting love in return.
His breath blows over my shoulder, my name on his lips. My eyes close and I arch my neck, giving him more of my skin, more of me in any way I can.
His hips buck at my touch, gliding his fullness between my folds as the head of his cock hits my clit ring. He holds himself above me on shaking arms, his head bent forward so all I can see are the sharply defined edges of his shoulders flexing.
Between my legs, his takes hold of his cock, lining up and rubbing the barbell against the hood of my clit, our piercings clicking together. “You want more?”
My eyes open, and I stare into sky blue. I nod, but it’s not enough for him.
He stares. “Say it.”
“I do.” I lift my hips, sliding my wet pussy over his swollen cock.
His jaw tightens, his hips twitching at the contact. “No. . . that’s not what I want to hear.” He kisses me, slowly and thoroughly, and then draws back. “I want you to say youwantme.”
“I wantyou. . . Shade.”
Reaching between us, he moves my legs farther apart, his knees sliding against the mattress. He’s watching my face the entire time, and I shudder when he enters me.
So right.
His tormented groan reminds me he wants me just as badly. I think he wants or intends to go slowly, but those first few moments after he fills me are nothing like that. I’m so wet, and he’s so hard, it’s easy to get lost, to just feel and give in.
“Oh, God,” he moans, his head dropping to my shoulder. He flexes forward, his hips shuddering as he does so. “I didn’t think it could get any better.”
“You were wrong,” I tell him, biting at the side of his neck. I’m caught up with his enthusiasm, moving with him in any way I can, curving and bending into him. The way his hips rub and drag in all the right places, it’s not long before I come.
“We’re not leaving my room today,” he tells me, grunting with each movement. “I’m going to fuck you all day long.” His hands curl around my shoulders, driving me into his movements.
He slows his pace, his hips moving languidly for a while. I caress the length of his back, feeling the tautness of his each defined yet straining muscle. His body shivers at my touch, each movement slower than the next for fear that at any moment, this will be over.
Pressure builds into a sweet ecstasy. Goose bumps shiver across my skin.
My head drops back against his pillow, his lips finding my damp skin, his breath warm, unsteady breaths captured against the curve of my throat. The scorching heat of his kiss leaves me weak, rubbery and sedated as the waves wash over me.
I stare up at his ceiling as he rocks himself back and forth, him holding on, me letting go.
My fingers dig into his shoulders as I arch helplessly against him.
He breathes words I can’t understand as his body jerks in time with his release, his head buried in my shoulder.
“Shade. . . ,” I breathe, kissing his neck when he gives me all his weight.
“Yeah,” he whispers, long lashes lowering, gasping for breath as his body continues to shake above me.
“I’m hungry.”
Shade laughs a deep inhale, and his chest expands, pushing out the breath before sliding to the side. He pulls me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist and bringing my face to lie on his chest.
“Just lay here for a minute and then we’ll go downstairs, but only to get food and then we’re coming right back up here.”
I laugh. “You’re bossy.”
A sweet smile spreads across his face, lighting him up. “You have no idea how bossy I can be.”
“Oh, I have a pretty good idea.”
