43. Shayla
43
SHAYLA
I wanted Easton Walker more than anything. More than air. More than water. I needed his touch to survive.
As though he could sense my impatience, he took his time removing my undergarments. He unclasped my bra, slipped the straps off my shoulders, and slowly dragged them down my arms. Next, he moved to my panties and slid them down my legs at an achingly slow pace. Frustrating, infuriating man . He settled back on his haunches and studied me a moment. I lay there naked, my skin flushed and heart pounding as he peered down at me.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he proclaimed, and my breath hitched. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d hear those words come out of Easton’s mouth. I never imagined he would look at me with such carnal need. But here I was, completely bare to him, and he couldn’t take his eyes off me. He drank me in hungrily as though he was ready to devour me whole.
Easton’s head descended, and he took one long, slow swipe with his tongue over my dripping entrance. He flicked it over my clit before gently biting down on the tender bud. My toes curled as he hummed his pleasure against my skin, and my fingers instinctively went to his hair. They tangled in the long, silky strands as he lapped at me and drew slow, agonizing circles over my clit.
It wasn’t long before the pressure built between my hips, and tension coiled tight in my lower belly. My body was like a bow string being pulled taut and when it snapped, I arched off the bed, Easton’s name leaving my lips on a gasp.
He kissed his way up my body as aftershocks rocketed through me. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I attempted to catch my breath. When he reached my mouth, his tongue swiped across the seam of my lips, silently asking for entrance. I let him in, tasting my release on his tongue the moment it swept inside, and moaned into his kiss.
“See how good you taste?” he asked, and I felt his erection press against my hip. “I’ve been dreaming of it for months, and you’re just as sweet as I knew you’d be.”
He’d been dreaming of tasting me for months? Fuck, I’d been so wrong about him. About us . This hadn’t been a game to him or some kind of joke. I hadn’t been as alone in this desperate attraction like I thought.
“I need to be inside you.”
“Please.” Shit, there I went begging again. Who even was I? I didn’t beg. Ever. And I certainly didn’t beg Easton Walker to fuck me. Yet, here I was, doing just that.
He lifted off me and went to his nightstand. Pulling open the drawer, he retrieved a condom, and I watched as he tore it with his teeth. He glanced up and caught me watching him. My cheeks heated as a wicked grin curved his perfect lips.
“Come here,” he commanded, and I eagerly obeyed, crawling across the bed until I reached him. His eyes flared and his pupils dilated, the bulge in his pants revealing just how turned on he was.
“Fuck, I like watching you crawl to me,” he admitted, and my stomach dipped. Easton watched me with an intensity I’d never witnessed from a lover before. He looked at me in a way that laid me bare. Like he recognized every hidden, broken part of me and still saw perfection. There was reverence in his gaze, like he was ready to worship every inch of me.
“Undo my belt,” he instructed, his voice full of gravel and need. I reached for him with shaking hands and pulled the leather free. Without waiting for further direction, I undid his pants and pushed them down his legs. His cock jutted out proudly, tenting his boxers. “Take me out.” I reached inside and gripped his shaft, stroking as I released him from the confines of his underwear. A curse fell from his lips when I rubbed my thumb over the drop of precum leaking from the tip.
“I want to see that smart mouth wrapped around my cock one day, but right now, I want to fuck your pretty pink pussy more.” My core clenched with need, and my thighs grew slick with my arousal. Nobody had ever talked to me like that before. It was something I never knew I needed.
Until now.
For a moment, I thought about defying him and taking him in my mouth anyway, but I was too needy for his touch. I wanted to be filled up by him just as desperately as he wanted to be inside me.
With a palm to my chest, he urged me onto my back. I watched with rapt attention as he rolled the condom down his impressive length. He crawled over me, settling his hips between my spread thighs.
“I’ve thought about this so many times,” he said, hooking a hand around the back of my thigh and lifting. His cock brushed against my slit, rubbing my still sensitive clit. My eyes fell closed, and I moaned.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded, and my eyes popped open. “I want you to look at me when I take you for the first time.” He flexed his hips and slid against my aching core again, drawing another moan from my lips.
“You’re mine.” His voice came out strained as though he was barely holding onto his control. “I want your eyes on me while I fuck you.”
“Easton,” Igasped, tilting my hips so he could slide inside me. He didn’t fall for it, though. He pulled back before he could sink into me.
“Say it,” he growled, his eyes glittering with an unnamed emotion. This was a claiming. There was no going back. I had no idea what it meant for our future, whether anything would change or if he was just trying to make the best use of our limited time together. But in that moment, I didn’t care. I wanted to be his, even if it was only temporary.
“I’m yours,” I declared, and his hips surged forward. Without warning, he slammed into me with such ferocity, I cried out, not from pain, but from mind-numbing pleasure. He filled and stretched me past what I thought was my limit. But my body was primed and ready to take him. There was no resistance as he thrust in and out, his eyes never leaving mine. He reached between us and pressed his thumb to my clit. I already felt another orgasm building, my stomach muscles tightening in preparation for my release.
“I can’t wait to feel you come around my cock,” he groaned as his thumb circled my clit. “You’re going to soak my sheets again, just like you did earlier.” His words spurred me on, and I tightened around him. He pushed up from me, changing the angle of his penetration. My eyes rolled back in my head as he hit that secret spot inside me that made my legs shake and stole my breath. It was going to happen again. I could feel the pressure building. But this time, I was prepared for it.
“Look at me,” he demanded, his hand cupping my jaw. His thumb brushed my lower lip, then pressed into my mouth while the other continued stroking my clit. I closed my lips around his digit and sucked. He drew in a sharp breath, his gaze growing molten before dropping to where our bodies were joined.
“Fuck, look how good you take me.” I could barely move, but mustered the strength to lean up on my elbows and glance down my body to where he entered me. He pulled out half way and slammed forward, and somehow I took all of him. And that was my undoing.
His thumb fell from my mouth as it opened on a silent scream. I couldn’t draw in air or make a sound as I shattered around him. He held me in place with a hand on my throat as he continued to pound into me, wringing every ounce of pleasure from my body before finding his release. He collapsed on top of me, his lips finding mine as he continued to pulse inside me. He kissed my forehead, muttering praises against my skin before pulling out of me and falling to the mattress in a panting, sweaty heap.
My body felt limp as though my bones had liquefied. I couldn’t move, couldn’t talk, and could hardly catch my breath. My thighs were sticky and wet, and my legs trembled. It was incredible. I had never been so thoroughly fucked in all my life. Not once had any man been as invested in my pleasure as Easton. If I wasn’t careful, I could get addicted to him.
Once he caught his breath, Easton stood and removed the condom before disappearing into the bathroom. He returned a moment later with a towel. My face flamed as he reached between my legs and cleaned me up. Another first for me.
“Can you stand? I need to strip the sheets. Again,” he added with a smirk. My cheeks grew hotter, and I hastily scrambled from the bed. He began collecting the linens while I retreated to the bathroom. When I returned, the bed was freshly made, and Easton was gone, along with the old bedding.
I climbed under the blankets and lay on my back, staring at the ceiling. A riot of emotions warred inside my chest. I didn’t know what to expect now that I’d broken my one and only rule. I had sex with my husband.