When we finally reached her room, she didn’t pause, kicking the door open and pulling me inside. She moved away from my body just enough to reach the button on my jeans, and I contorted myself so that I could unhook her bra at the same time. The instant it sprang open, I slid it from her shoulders and gently cupped her breasts, letting my fingers graze her nipples. I could barely focus on what she was doing to me, her hand trailing along the front of my briefs.
I’d never wanted a woman as badly as I wanted her.
Shannon got down on her knees in front of me and gave me a wicked look.
“Shannon, no, you don’t have to…” I started to protest even as my dick threatened to punch a hole in my jeans.
“Shhh,” she murmured, quickly pulling off my boots and sliding my jeans and briefs off. “I want to.”
The second I sprang free, she gently took my shaft at the base and touched her lips to the tip, flicking her tongue against it and nothing more. When I looked down at her, she held my gaze, daring me to glance away.
“You’re killing me,” I groaned. I was desperate for her to make the next move.
When she finally took my entire length into her mouth, I almost came instantly. It took everything I had to hold back my orgasm as she dragged her tongue along my shaft, teasing me with light pressure, then more suction. Light, heavy, fast, slow, wet, wetter, until my eyes started to roll back in my head.
It was too much.
I wanted the night to last and there was no way it could happen if I didn’t get her to stop. I used every ounce of my reserve and pulled away from her, then picked her up and threw her on the bed, making her squeal in surprise.
“Excuse me? Is there a problem?” Shannon asked, laughing.
“Absolutely not,” I growled as I climbed on top of her. “Except for the fact that you’re still wearing pants.”
I massaged and kissed her breast while I unbuttoned her jeans. My desire made me clumsy, like I was a fumbling high schooler in the back of a parked car. I forced myself to take a breath, to slow down and enjoy what was about to happen between us.
When she was finally naked, I dragged my fingertips along the slope between her hip bones, causing her to shiver. I ran my hand across her low stomach, then along the top of herthigh, letting my fingertips tease her heat. Shannon let out a shuddering sigh and raised her hips to push against my hand.
“You like that?” I whispered.
She bit her lip and nodded, so I let my fingertips trace downward and slip inside of her. I focused on her pleasure, teasing her wet nub until she was writhing beneath my touch. I was shocked when she pushed my hand away at what felt like the moment when she was about to let herself go.
“What’s wrong?”
“I want us to get there together,” she whispered into my ear, then nipped my lobe. “At the same time. I’m close, you’re close…”
I didn’t need any more encouragement. I leaned off the edge of the bed and grabbed my wallet out of my back pocket. The condom had been in it for ages, but it would do the trick. I slipped it on quickly as Shannon watched me, lying back on the bed with her legs parted.
“What do you want?” I asked when I got back into bed.
“This,” she said, pushing me down and climbing on top of me like the cowgirl I knew she was.
She straddled my hips and gripped my cock like a saddle horn. I resisted the urge to flinch at the intense pressure. Rising up on one knee, she held me tight and slowly dropped down, inch by tortuous inch, until I was seeing stars. When she was fully seated, she started moving—back and forth and up and down—while she sought out those places that made her feel good. I grabbed her hips, my fingers digging into her tight glute muscles, encouraging her to seek out her pleasure while a tight coil of need built up inside me.
“So close,” I managed to say, and she sped up. I thought my brain would short circuit from the intensity. I felt her shudder as she clenched down hard. I shouted her name as my orgasm rolled through me like a tsunami. She rode me hard for a few more seconds while she spasmed around my cock before collapsing on top of me.
I held her tightly and lifted my hips, bouncing slightly as I continued to stroke her on the inside.
Our first time together was better than anything I could have imagined and I was regretting not having more condoms with me—but I also knew that there were other ways I could continue to please this woman without them.
TWENTY-TWO
DECLAN
Three times.
We’d managed to have sex three times before we fell asleep, thanks to a box of condoms that a blushing Shannon admitted she’d bought after I’d asked her out on our date. My gratitude for that foresight had led directly to round two, after which we had gone to take a shower and clean up… which quickly escalated into round three. It might not have been my most dignified moment, hopping out of the shower with soap dripping down my skin to run to her room for another condom, but it had all turned out well in the end.Verywell. As I woke up to the first rays of light in Shannon’s bedroom, I realized that my morning wood might make it four before we got up for the day.
I’d had sex plenty of times in my life, but it had never been likethis. That first time, Shannon had wanted a simultaneous orgasm and she’d gotten it, with the two of us collapsing at almost the exact same moment. Our sex was hot, sweaty, sweet, and dirty. She went down on me again, I went down on her, and we’d tried a half dozen different positions as the night wore on.
