Chapter 13 #2
His big hands stroke over the curve of my naked ass.
He palms one cheek, then gets his hands underneath of me, propping my hips up in the air.
I’m entirely on display for him, enough of a glow coming from the lights that are always on downstairs in the tattoo shop, that he can see every detail of my body.
Instead of being self-conscious, the intimate, exposed position only makes my heart pound faster.
I swallow against the rapid beating of my slamming pulse and twist to look over my shoulder just as Shadow’s large hand fits between my legs.
He fits the heel of his hand directly against my swollen pussy, holding me possessively, as if he’s already certain that I’m his.
My heart nearly leaves my body. I want to scream the word, but I’m scared that if I make a sound, he’ll leave.
I fail on keeping silent, big fucking time, when he angles his hand and brings it down on me, roughly spanking me, but not on my ass. My body jerks violently as pain and a strange, wild heat spark from my center and radiate through me.
Did he just…
I didn’t even know that you could spank someone the way he just did.
I whip my head around, staring at him over my shoulder.
In response, he brushes his fingers through my slit, playing in my wetness, smearing it all the way back to my ass crack.
I don’t know if I need to explode or freeze, or jerk forward or away or back into him.
I’ve never had anyone touch me there. I’ve certainly never experimented with it on my own.
Shadow’s lips twitch like he knows a good secret and I’m only just starting to figure that out.
He plays with my asshole, brushing his finger over the tight opening, pressing forward just a little, but as soon as I get a taste of the shocking burn, he withdraws.
He flattens his hand and spanks me. Hard.
It’s no stinging little swat like he gave my pussy.
He lands the full force of his palm on my cheek.
I cry out, rocking forward, trying to get away from him.
As soon as the pain detonates, wet slicks down my thighs.
I feel the droplets go gliding down my sensitive skin.
I’ve never tried that either. Shadow palms my ass, one big hand grasping either side of my hips to do it, and I know that I won’t fight him if he wants to do it again.
I don’t have an ounce of shame. Not with him.
All I want to do is please him. I want him to feel good.
That he’s reciprocating, that he wants this as badly as I do, blows my mind.
“Are you enjoying yourself back there?” I sass as I turn around.
He keeps one hand on me, steadying himself, and with the other, he unzips his jeans. It’s just light enough in here that I can take in every detail as he pulls out his thick cock. He strokes himself, his fingers straying over the glistening drops of moisture on the tip, stroking downwards.
God, he has a gorgeous dick. Thick, with veins traveling along the shaft, the tip swollen a dark red, or maybe even purple. The low light in here makes it hard to tell, but considering that I can actually see him throbbing in his palm, I know that he has to feel as desperate as I do.
Watching him palm himself, stroke his own length from tip to root and back, makes me feel so weak that I can barely hold myself up. Saliva jets over the back of my tongue. My mouth waters to taste him.
I know we should be responsible about this, even if it wrecks the mood.
He’s preparing himself, about to split me open.
For real. His cock looks more like a weapon than an appendage, it’s so large.
That shouldn’t make me as excited as it does, but I’m so far gone that all my insides do is clench down on themselves, painfully empty.
Shadow looms over me, living up to his chosen name. His massive form could easily engulf me.
“Make me take it all,” I beg, which is about the extent of whatever dirty talk I might have. It’s the first thing that pops into my addled brain.
His grin is wicked, teeth glowing white. “I plan on it.” His words might be brash and dirty, but his tone still holds enough gentleness that I know he won’t force me. He’ll work me into it before he fucks me so hard that I probably won’t even be able to remember my own name.
My hands curl into my comforter.
I can only hope that’s what he’ll do.
“Shadow,” I grind out between clenched teeth. Just that. His name. I don’t know what else I should say.
His fingers bite a little bit harder into my hip.
He pats me there, me—entirely naked and utterly at his mercy while he’s still almost fully clothed and as wet as if he just got out of the shower.
He’s not patting me to comfort me. No, because he follows it up with another stinging slap to my ass.
Not to punish me, but because he knows it’s giving me pleasure.
His grin turns nearly feral, his eyes glistening in the golden light drifting between the crack in the curtains.
I gasp when he lines the head of his cock up with my entrance.
I feel so small at the press of that hard, blunt force weapon.
He’s scalding hot, and as wet as I am. He doesn’t just push into me, destroying me in a single stroke.
He teases me, running the tip of his cock through my slit before he pulls back.
“It’s okay,” I pant. “I know you won’t hurt me. We don’t need… I’m on the pill.”
He makes a strangled sound, like up until this moment, he might have thought about jacking off onto me, eating me out, and ending it there. Like what I just said makes this a thousand times more real.
“I want to feel you. When you enter me.”
His face twists, deep emotion carved into his expression.
He notches his cock at my entrance again. I stay perfectly still, letting him do it all. I could drive back and take him, but I want him to fill me as slow or as fast as he pleases.
His hand glides to my waist, steadying me, even as I brace myself. I get ready to take his weight and mine, but my eyes don’t leave his face.
He flexes his hips, slowly stretching me around his head. It’s the widest part of him. I grind my teeth against the burn, but it only lasts for a few seconds before it morphs into pleasure. It might be twisted with a twinge of pain, but it’s headier that way.
He doesn’t stop. He keeps that same slow, steady, unrelenting pace as he pushes inside. I claw the blanket and struggle to breathe, dig my knees into the mattress, gasp and pant as he seats himself to the hilt.
“Fuck,” he gasps.
I let out a low, keening sound.
The sensation of him slowly sliding in and out is almost more than I can bear.
He’s stretching me, but rather than pain, I’m craving more.
It’s good now, but I have no idea how much better it can get.
Shadow treats me to a preview when he tangles his hand in my hair and tugs.
Not hard or vicious, but enough to let me know just how much he means it.
At the same time, he picks up his pace, pulling out of me and filling me a little faster.
There’s no way that my body is used to him.
I’m taking him, but every single time, he stretches me.
I’m so full that I can feel my walls clenching down on him, rippling around that thick, hard rod.
I thought when he filled me the first time that we were fucking, but I was wrong.
It’s not until he starts flexing his hips, driving himself into me, his zipper and jeans driving against my ass with every hard thrust, that I realize that this is fucking.
My head empties out and my breath does the same.
There’s nothing but us, our bodies joining, creating something of beauty that we couldn’t make alone.
We were separate and now we’re not. All those nights I spent dreaming about him, nameless but not faceless, replaying the way he locked at me, his touch, his arms around me, the solidness of him—it wasn’t sexual.
Not until I met him. I still didn’t dare to dream about him that way.
I couldn’t touch myself even though I wanted to.
It felt wrong, doing it without him here with me.
It was always me, waiting for him, waiting for something that I couldn’t even imagine.
This.
This exact moment.
I lose my ability to think about anything else at all as Shadow drags his cock out of me, hitting every single nerve ending in my entire body along the way.
It shouldn’t be possible, but every bit of me is lit up.
He thrusts back in, harder this time, driving home.
My pussy ripples around him. I’m still not coming, but I’m so close. Right on the edge already.
I love his strong form covering me when he dips down at the end of each thrust, his t-shirt tickling my lower back. He’s larger. Stronger. My very own protective shadow. He’s corporeal. He’s real. He’s not a fantasy, he’s a man, but that’s what makes all of this a thousand times more intense.
He stops driving into me for a full moment and just lets me feel him pulsing and kicking inside of me. I respond, my pussy closing on him, tightening down his length like it wants to keep him inside of me.
It makes him wild.
He grasps my hips, harder than he has yet, and drives into me. The bed shakes. This whole apartment shakes. I’m just glad that no one is working late tonight at the shop. He fucks into me, filling and emptying, filling and emptying, over and over again.
His breathing is a wreck, so much rougher and louder than mine. I love it. I love each and every breath, every sound, every groan and curse he makes.
I know he wants to hold himself back, but he can’t. He’s half a wild animal behind me, bucking and thrusting, filling me with a passion that’s nearly violent. I brace myself and drive back, undulating with him, our bodies like a wave. When he pushes, I pull, when he pulls, I push back.