Shane #2
My knuckles hurt and have turned white from how hard I’m fisting them. All I want to do is grab her, hold her, and never let her go. I won’t. “Come here, Angel.”
She doesn’t hesitate as she steps up between my legs, and that makes me feel better. Maybe she is more conscious of this moment than I thought. I bring my hands up to her hips slowly, feeling her shiver with nerves all over.
“I’m honored to be the only man who’s ever seen you like this, Aubrey. You have no idea how much it means to me that you’d choose to gift me this moment.” I lean in and place a delicate kiss to her flat belly.
When I pull away, her blush travels south, over the slope of her breasts. I want to touch them, but I need to be patient and take my time. I don’t want to overwhelm her by going too fast. “You have no idea how beautiful you are to me, Angel.” I look up into her eyes.
Her hands come into my hair, fingernails scratching at my scalp as she brings them down to my nape. “Then show me, Shane. Make me feel beautiful.”
Her comment throws me off for a second. How could she not think she is? I know women who would kill just to have a fraction of the beauty Aubrey holds. But I’ll deliver her request, and I’ll keep doing it for the rest of my life.
I release her hips and grab her by the thighs, pulling her back on top of me like she was earlier, this time with no dress between us.
I crash my lips to hers that open desperately for me the moment they touch.
The feeling of her breasts pressed up against my still-covered chest drives me insane, as does the heat coming from her core, so intense I can feel it through my dress pants and boxers.
My cock twitches at the knowledge of having her so close, so bare, and she moans in response.
She settles down lower; a small gasp leaves her mouth when she feels me pressing up between her legs, but then she surprises me by tentatively moving her hips back and forth.
I thought I was going to have to guide her, but my girl seems to know what she’s doing. What she wants.
“Aubrey,” I say her name as it echoes repeatedly in my mind.
“Touch me, Shane.” I pull away from her lips, noticing her cheeks and neck turning a dark pink shade.
“Where?” I whisper. “Where do you want me to touch you, Aubrey? Because I don’t want to touch somewhere you aren’t ready for yet.”
Her pupils are beautifully blown, lips swollen from all the kissing we’ve been doing and hair a bit messy from how much I’ve played in it. She’s never looked more captivating.
“Everywhere,” she breathes. “I want you to touch me everywhere.”
I kiss her lips once more before traveling down to her jaw, her ear, lower to her neck, where I suck lightly on the delicate soft skin, earning more sensual moans from her.
I glide my hand up her thigh, to her waist, slowly to the underside of her breast, caressing there for a few seconds with my thumb as she arches her back slightly, asking for more.
Bringing it higher up again, I cup her breast into my palm, and we both sigh.
I never thought this moment would happen.
I’ve dreamed of it a thousand times, but I never imagined my Angel would ever let me touch her like this.
I swipe my thumb gently over her pebbled nipple as I continue to kiss and nip at her neck.
One of her hands now lies on my shoulder while the other rests at the back of my head.
Pulling back, I watch my hand work as I massage her breast, bringing my other hand up to do the same to her second one. Her eyes are wide open, lips parted as she watches me. “How does that feel?” I ask as I flick her nipples.
“Good.” She bites her lip as her blush intensifies. I pinch both of her erected peaks, trying to see how sensitive she is. “Ohhh, Shane!” she gasps out, chest heaving.
Leaning back in, I kiss her shoulder, gliding over her collarbone, down the slope of her breast. I take my time exploring the perfect teardrop shape with my lips, then finally flick her nipple with my tongue.
God, her skin tastes and smells so good.
It must be a body wash or cream because her whole body smells like peaches.
After a few more licks, I suck around the puckered skin, then finally bring it into my mouth. A feral growl erupts from my throat as her hand in my hair tightens and her hips jerk with urgent need.
“Oh God!” she moans louder, then bites down on her lip.
I graze my teeth over her nipple, biting down softly before letting go.
Reaching up, I use my thumb to pop her lip free from between her teeth.
“Don’t hide from me, Angel. I want to hear every hypnotizing sound that leaves this pretty little mouth.
The same way I want to explore every perfect inch of this body. ”
“Okay,” she whispers breathlessly.
I get back to work on her body, this time giving her other breast attention with my mouth and tongue. My free hand comes down to her ass, kneading the soft globe and rocking her further into me. I feel like a teenage boy, seconds away from blowing my load in my pants.
“Shane, I…” she begins to say, but her voice cuts off.
I kiss both her breasts then straighten and look into her big, hesitant eyes. “What is it, sweetheart?”
“I want…” She bites her lip again, blushing some more, but the movement of her hips tells me exactly what she wants.
“You want more?” She nods eagerly while turning redder by the second. It’s adorable to watch.
This isn’t how I expected our first time to go; I thought she would be too shy and closed off.
Where I’d have to help her through things, reassure her constantly.
But my girl is a lot more ready than I realized.
She might have a hard time with saying exactly what she wants, but she knows how to get the message through.
I love every side of Aubrey, but I admire this courageous one a lot.
I know it can’t be easy for her to step out of her comfort zone and put herself out there like this, even with me.
Grabbing her waist, I stand from the bed with her in my arms, turning around and setting her back down on the edge. She places her hands behind her back, supporting herself as I kneel before her.
Aubrey’s eyes stay glued to my every movement.
No matter how shy she might feel at this moment, it doesn’t show.
She isn’t trying to hide her body from me, with her breasts on display and legs still spread, exposing the damp spot on her panties.
The only sign of nerves is her flush and how much she’s shaking.
Sitting back on my calves, I rub my hands up and down her legs. “How can I make you more comfortable? Do you want me to turn up the heater? Turn off the lights?” I ask her softly.
She shakes her head. “No, I want to see you.”
Can this girl get any more perfect?
I nod and wrap my hand around one of her ankles, lifting her heeled foot and setting it against my chest. They’re black heeled sandals with an ankle strap, and I kind of want to curse Emma for making her bridesmaids dress like it’s summer.
I unclasp the ankle strap and pull her foot out of the shoe as my brows rise. “Who got you these, Angel?”
She smiles, understanding my reaction. “Emma got us them as bridesmaids’ gifts.” That’s one hell of a gift. I don’t know many brides who buy their three bridesmaids and maid of honor Jimmy Choos.
I kiss the top of her foot as well as the inside of her ankle before setting it back down on the bed and putting her heel to the side, then I do the same to the other foot. Once I’m done, I glide my hands up her calves to her thighs as I kiss my way up her legs.
When I reach her underwear, I grab onto both sides and look her in the eyes. “Can I take them off?”
“Yes,” she breathes without hesitation.
Ever so slowly, I slide them down her thighs as she lifts her hips, then her feet when they reach her ankles.
Throwing them aside, I refocus on my pretty angel.
She’s already reopened her legs for me, making it clear she doesn’t want to stop.
She has a pretty little pink pussy that glistens with wetness and a small, triangular, well-trimmed patch of blonde hair right above.
“Ronnie made us get waxes earlier this week… It was a little painful, but she said it was necessary. I had never shaved before,” she admits when she catches me staring.
And now it all makes sense because I didn’t expect her to be so well groomed. But honestly, I don’t really care whether a woman keeps herself bare or not. It’s her decision, and whatever makes her most comfortable is all I care about.
A thought suddenly occurs to me. “Angel, did you think this would happen tonight?”
She bites her lip and shakes her head. “No… but I wanted to be prepared… if it did.”
I lift onto my knees, getting closer to her face as I pull her chin toward me and capture her lips with a tender kiss. “Sweetheart, I would have accepted you just as you are. You didn’t need to go through all of this for me.”
“I know, but I like this… It’s prettier.” Her blush is high right now, right above her cheekbones and a bright red.
I swipe my thumb over her beautiful lips. “Well, if you like it, then I like it.” I press another kiss to her mouth, then lower back to the lips I desperately ache to taste next. “Angel, I’d really like to kiss you here. Is that okay?”
She nods, giving me permission as I kiss the inside of her thigh, then the other, working my way closer to her soaking mound.
“Shane?” Her small voice pulls my attention and I stop immediately, looking up into her pale brown eyes.
“Yes, baby?”
“Can I… can I watch you?” Her flush creeps all the way over her breasts.
I swallow past the tightness in my throat, trying desperately to stay in control, when all I want to do is jump this amazing girl who keeps stealing my breath away. The wet patch in my boxers keeps growing with every word that leaves her luscious lips.
I grin at her, excited by her question. My Angel’s curious. “Of course, you can. I’d like it if you did.”