Chapter 5
CHAPTER 5
S HANNON
I’m already in bed reading when Troy gets to the bedroom after putting Chase down. I should know better than to read these kinds of books when it’s been a while since Troy and I have had sex. There’s no denying it, I’m horny. Considering it’s been hard to get in the mood for the last few months, I’m surprised.
Reading this alpha male billionaire romance has gotten me riled up. The sex scenes were hot, but what got me was when the hero canceled his important board meeting because his wife seemed stressed. Hah. If only real men were like that.
When Troy climbs in bed, he turns and faces me, stretching to kiss me on the temple.
“Good night. I love you,” he whispers against my skin. His right hand cups my left shoulder, and he caresses my skin with his thumb.
Except for my intermittent lack of interest, Troy and I have always been great in this area. We connect physically in a way that always ends up extremely satisfying for both of us.
I get caught up looking at him. It’s summer, so he sleeps shirtless, wearing only his boxer briefs. I’d have to be blind and probably not interested in men not to recognize what a delicious specimen my husband is. Troy’s never been super bulky, but he’s always taken his responsibility to stay physically fit as a firefighter very seriously. His chest and arm muscles are lean and well-defined.
Troy pulls back from me, but I grab his forearm before he can roll over. He stills.
When I lift my eyes to his, his brow furrows. I simply shake my head and stretch over him to turn off his light.
“I could’ve done?—”
He doesn’t get to finish his sentence because my mouth is on his immediately, showing him without words what I want. He reaches over, and his open palm finds my back. He rubs up and down along my spine as he tries to slow the kiss, but I pull my mouth away and start pulling at his shorts.
“Off.” It’s a command, not a request, and he doesn’t hesitate.
I whip my shirt over my head.
Troy moans when I touch his cock. God, I forgot what this is like. I’ve always loved wrapping my hand around his thickness. Knowing it’s mine.
Troy’s hand moves up my back to my neck, his palm covering the side of my neck and his fingers extending to the back, lightly gripping my nape. He grazes my cheek with the rough pad of his thumb. I shiver in response.
“We’ve got to slow down a little, babe. Otherwise, I’m not going to last. It’s been too long since I’ve touched you.” There’s a desperation and a tenderness in his voice, and my chest tightens.
My initial instinct is to be frustrated that he wants to set the pace on this. But I know I need this release, and a simple orgasm from a fast fuck isn’t likely to bring me the satisfaction I need. It’s not likely to help me release some of this tension I hold in my body.
No, a quickie won’t do that, but the full Troy Willson experience will. The way this man knows his way around my body is no joke. We’ve only ever been together, and he knows exactly what I need. My body craves the kind of treatment that I get when I relinquish the need to be in control and let Troy have his fill of my body.
I roll onto my back, not saying anything in reply. He rolls with me, hovering over me. It’s clear my repositioning is an invitation. An invitation for him to deliver all the pleasure we both know this man can give my body.
I’m not sure if I do it intentionally, but I turn my head to the side, exposing my neck to him. Whether it’s because I want him to kiss my neck or I can’t handle a tender kiss with him right now, I don’t know. His lips and tongue press against my skin, kissing, nipping, and licking all my sensitive spots. When he gets to my collarbone and scrapes his teeth very slightly against the bony prominence of my flesh, I shudder. A whimper escapes me.
I close my eyes while he works his way down to my breasts. He draws a nipple into his mouth and swirls his tongue against the tip. I writhe and moan with pleasure. The fingers of his right hand grip my hip, his fingers pressing firmly into me, letting me know he isn’t as in control as he’d like to be. I suspect it’s taking everything in him not to speed this up. He doesn’t.
After spending several minutes with his mouth on my breasts and working his way down my abdomen, when he gets to my panties, his hand moves from my hip and rubs over the wet cotton. His teeth brush along my hip bone. I lift my pelvis, anticipating what I know is coming next and needing it desperately.
“Please,” I whisper. I move my hand up to his shoulder and try to push him down so his head will be nearer my pussy. A soft chuckle escapes his lips, and it strikes me that it’s been a long time since I’ve seen him smile and chuckle playfully at me.
The heat from his hot breath over my panties drives me wild until he pushes them to the side with his finger. He teases me with one amazing stroke of his tongue along my exposed flesh.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Shannon. You have no idea what you do to me.” I swear a growl erupts from him.
I push away the thought he’s only saying that because that’s what men say during sex to keep it moving forward. I know I’m not sexy anymore. That Shannon has been gone for a couple of years.
He pulls his face away from me and grips my panties, pulling them off before he dives back down toward my core. He places a tender kiss over my aching center and swipes a finger through my wet folds. With one hand in his hair and the other on his shoulder, I pull him toward me. No more teasing. I need this.
At least, this is one area where we communicate well. Troy immediately knows what I’m asking for and sweeps his tongue along my center. He does that several times before he stops and focuses on my clit, starting to work that magic tongue of his.
We used to laugh and joke after sex as I would ask him to try to describe his technique to me because the man can make a woman feel phenomenal. He always said he didn’t know his technique, but it was how his mouth responded to my body. Maybe that’s true, but I no longer care about his technique. I care that I’m benefitting from it.
It doesn’t take much time for him to work me up near my climax, and when he slips two of his long, thick fingers inside of me, I’m so close. He puts precisely the right amount of pressure in that spot he always finds and uses his thumb to caress around my opening at the same time. It makes me positively wild, and waves of untamed pleasure rip through every nerve ending in my body.
“That’s right, baby. Come for me. God, you’re gorgeous when you come.”
I claw at his shoulders now, desperate for him to be inside me.
“Troy.” I’m panting, barely able to get the word out.
“I know, love. I’ve got you.” Troy slides his fingers out of me, and while I hate to lose his touch for even a second, when he enters me, I forget everything. Everything except how delicious it is to have him inside me.
At first, Troy thrusts into me with the ferocity I ache for. But when he has me right on the edge again, he slows and whispers to me, “We were made for each other, Shan. I’ll never love anyone but you. Ever.”
Though I tell myself this is just about getting my physical needs met as I crash over the edge of another orgasm, his words affect me on a far deeper level. I’m still riding the ebbing pleasure as Troy growls, and I know his release has come, too.
Without warning, tears silently fill my eyes, then flow down my cheeks. I’m careful to keep as quiet as possible. He can’t know I’m crying.
Troy presses a kiss to my cheek and his body tenses. It’s clear he’s felt the moisture on my skin. He says nothing, and my tears come faster.
“Please tell me what I can do to fix it.” His voice breaks, and so does my heart. When I don’t answer, he whispers, “Please, Shannon.”
I swallow hard.
“I-I’m not sure you can.”