Page 60 of Shade
Shade’s body trembles, every muscle in his body tenses, and I imagine it’s from competing tonight. He’s worn out. And really drunk. This close to him, I can literally smell the alcohol emitting from him.
His legs shift, his knees spreading slightly bracing himself and gaining some leverage to move easier. When he does, his mouth moves from my skin to the pillow.
I throw my head back, reveling in the idea I’ve aroused him, and close my eyes, letting him take me. His hands stay on my hips, fingers digging into my flesh with each thrust.
His left hand moves to my neck when he lifts up slightly, watching my body but never granting me the privilege of his eyes. His thumb on one side, his fingers on the other with just the slightest pressure on just the right artery. It’s enough that I feel the blood flow leave, but not enough that I can’t breathe. For now, at least. But I have to say, if I die fucking Shade Sawyer. . . totally fucking worth it.
My nails dig into his shoulders, desperate to keep our bodies in contact with one another in any way I can. I think he knows it but this is me begging him to fuck me harder, give me everything he has to give.
He knows.
He provides.
He’srough.
So rough it actually hurts, and I think his dick is driving into my gallbladder or some other organ that’s painful, but I certainly won’t complain.
Releasing his hand from around my neck, he braces both hands on the bed and unleashes the full force of his cock in quick, fast thrusts. He rocks into me with rhythm, and I grab at him, sliding my fingers along his perspiring skin and the contours of slick, hard muscles.
Cautiously, I lift my eyes to the god above me, his body framed by city lights streaming into the suite, his face determined and intense, the muscles of his chest and arms emphasized by the position, the overall visual of this amazing man is too much.
My orgasm explodes through me, my body tensing underneath him, my heels gripping him tightly and my arms tightening around his neck. In the midst of my earth-moving, never-before-this-good orgasm, I pull him closer, the movement doing nothing to slow him down, my orgasm drawn out with every pump of his muscular hips.
With a grunt, he drives into me, unrelenting, unapologetic as his right hand pushes the top of my head a little harder. Everything about Shade screams domination. I saw that tonight at the X-Fighters competition, but now, his touches, hard and aggressive, each one sending a jolt of arousal through me confirms it.
I’ve never been a girl who yearns for submission. I’ve also never been so eager to be dominated. If Shade wanted to control me, by all means, tie a chain around my neck because I’m your servant. It’s that good.
I know what you’re thinking. Scarlet, you’re exaggerating due to lack of blood flow to your brain.
No. I’m not.
My body clings to his, contracts around his girth, and moans for his stroke to continue. Thank God for the female body and the ability to have multiple orgasms.
Growling out a breath, Shade moves both hands and then curls them over the tops of my shoulders, the leverage he needs and slams me into his thrusts. Still on my back, with my feet flat against the mattress, I push up, arching into him, working together.
Eager hands claw at his shoulders, nails digging into his muscles, needing him closer and for a moment, it’s slow motion.
He withdraws.
Thrusts.
Withdraws.
Thrust again? Damn it. Nope. He stops.
With a frustrated grunt, Shade stops suddenly and then rolls to the side bringing me with him so I’m on top of him now. I melt against his chest, his heart thudding against mine.
There’s a slow drag of his fingers across my back and I sigh. “Turn around,” he mumbles, a slight break to his words, a catch in his tone butnoeye contact.
I straddle him reverse cowgirl. It’s a position I usually enjoy, but just like his performance tonight at the track, he knows when to give a little extra.
Taking a handful of my hair, he yanks me back so my back is against his chest. I exhale noisily, twisting my head to moan into his ear. That provokes him, and he groans again, and then finds my mouth for the first time.
Breathe, Scar.
Well, not into his mouth just yet, just keep your shit together.
Maybe it’s his talented fucking tongue I wish wasn’t in my mouth, but on my pussy.
