Page 61 of Shade

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Page 61 of Shade

Maybe it’s the passion he displays in his actions, but not his eyes or words.

Maybe it’s just. . .himbecause holy fucking shit, I’m kissing Shade! It’s almost as good as having his cock in my mouth. Not quite, but pretty fucking good.

At first, the kiss is sweet, a gentle touch of lips brushing against one another. I capture another groan that slips past his lips while his hand fists in my hair, his tongue dipping inside my mouth.

I respond eagerly, my body taking over when a wave of desire hits me. I swirl my tongue with his, toying with his tongue ring and I know he feels mine too, and his kiss turns erotic and downright needy. Like suddenly hecannotget enough of me.

Fucking yes!

His touch turns harder, his mouth more demanding and his kiss grows deeper and deeper until I can’t breathe and the only air I have is his.

With my arms up above my head, I grasp at his hair, securing his face into mine, desperate to make the connection between us more than it will ever be.

Just when I think it can’t get any better, his hand moves from my hair down my body, over my ribs, and between my legs, circling my clit.

Oh, wait, looky here, Shade found my barbell of pleasure.

Fuck. Yeah. He groans, the sexiest rumble from deep in his throat and positions himself inside me again, his upward thrusts inside me just as delicious as when he entered me the first time. Only now, his fingers are sliding through slippery folds, and he knows exactly how to get a woman with a clit ring off. Taking his index and middle finger, he rocks the barbell back and forth.

With my feet flat on the mattress, I arch my pelvis into his touch, all while he moves in and out of me, never releasing my clit from between his fingers.

Panting, groaning, skin slapping. . . our all-consuming fucking is fueled by our pace and the desperate yet exhilarating need for this to continue. I can’t get enough of him.

Closing my eyes, I lose myself in his quick, hard thrusts and the painful, yet sexy way his teeth find every inch of exposed skin on my shoulders. Our moans fill the room, or maybe they’re just mine. I’m not sure.

I can’t take much more, the furious pace building an animalistic need inside of me, a need only to be fulfilled by his touch. It’s close, my core pulsing around his cock, our kiss interrupted by my gasp, and I whimper as my entire body tenses above his.

“Don’t stop,” I beg, bucking against his hand, my head lulling back into his shoulder as the buildup reaches an overflow point, my orgasm on the edge of explosion.

Just a little more. . . . Right there, yes. . .yes. . .!

I release a low moan, the building pleasure too intense not to cry out. I arch my back, lifting slightly off his chest as his fingers dance lightly over my clit.

I cling. I move. I grip fistfuls of sheets and then hair. I dig my nails into his skin while he pins me with his pace. He curses against my skin and groans even deeper, but it only makes him move and slide with more determination.

My pussy begins to respond, wetness dripping from me and onto his fingers. I can feel my clit taking the attention, hardening beneath his gentle swipes, each circle moving a little closer.

Fuck, he’s gifted.

I’m coming down from another high when his fingers stop, pulling away from my clit and I feel the wide girth of his head as he pushes inside me, hard, my wet hot center contracting around him.

Our mouths connect, again, only his softens, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, his tongue dancing along it. “Put your legs up,” he bites against my lips, moving his hands to the swell of my hips gripping them tightly. His breath is hard, his eyes closed. Goddamn, he’s practically panting. “Now.”

“What?” I’m still disoriented, trying to come back down to earth after that high.

Shade’s body stiffens underneath me and he shakes his head, hands moving to the backs of my thighs when I have my legs straight up in the air, the bottoms of my feet facing the ceiling.

I’m basically put in a full nelson. Let’s be clear, I’mnotcomplaining.

Do you see us there on the bed? Looks complicated, doesn’t it?

Do you know what a full nelson is or are you looking at us with a look of complete confusion?

With my legs up around my ears, he has me in a headlock. I’ve only done this position one other time, and it was when I had a slumber party in the eighth grade with Danica Larson. It was by accident while we were wrestling over the last beer we stole from her dad’s fridge, but I’m also 99 percent sure she was attempting more than a wrestling move on me. She’s a women’s basketball star at UW now.

Anyway, I’ll tell you this. It’s much better with a man. And a dick inside of me. It provides Shade with the most control. I’m at hiscompletemercy.

Complete.