Chapter Four
Shep stepped into her room and, using one hand, eased the door shut behind them before leaning against it. Stace wiggled, and he guided her as she slid her legs from around his waist and down to the floor. She leaned in to him and, with a moan, moved her lips over his. He cupped the back of her head and plunged his tongue into her mouth, rubbing and thrusting against hers in a delicious imitation of where all the foreplay led.
She stepped back from him, and before he could say or do anything, she moved through a connecting door. He heard a cabinet open and close, then she was back with the box of condoms she’d mentioned earlier. She placed them on the bedside table, dumping out a few for easy reach before turning back to him.
“You’ll still have to work for it,” she warned with a grin as she reached for the hem of her shirt. “I like a lot of foreplay.”
“I think I can manage that.” Shep watched as her shirt slipped higher, revealing her taut abs and a pair of perfect breasts wrapped up nicely in black lace. He couldn’t wait to get them in his hands, feel the tight buds of her nipples against his tongue.
“But just so you don’t feel slighted,” she added as she dropped the shirt to the floor at her feet. “I like to give foreplay just as much as I like to receive it.”
His cock jerked behind his zipper at the thought of the wet heat of her mouth taking him in, sucking and licking him. Hell, this verbal foreplay was better than any sex he’d had lately.
“I like that quality in a woman,” he said, watching as she moved her hand to the snap of her jeans and released it. She tugged down the zipper and did a little shimmy as the denim fell to pool at her feet. Her panties matched the black lace of her bra, and he swallowed hard.
“My one great love,” Stace said, running her hands over her breasts and then down over her belly to trace the top edge of her panties. “Feminine lingerie sets. I like the way they feel against my skin no matter what image I present. I like the way I feel in them.”
“I like what you like. Similarities already.”
“You seem to be a little overdressed,” Stace said, strutting toward him.
It took all he had to keep his hands steady and at his side as she grabbed his shirt and lifted it. He held up his arms and helped her pull it over his head before tossing it to the floor to join hers. She leaned back and licked her lips as she ran her hands over his chest and shoulders, her fingers tracing the scars his body bore from the years of soldiering. She wasn’t awed by them, wasn’t repulsed by them, just accepted them as a part of him and moved on.
Her fingers brushed over the bulge of his cock before releasing the snap and zipper on his jeans. He pushed them down taking his boxer briefs with them. He toed off his shoes and let everything fall in a pile to be stepped out of. She dropped to her knees before him and licked her lips again as his cock bobbed and waved in front of her. She surprised him by moving her hands down to his feet instead, and he lifted them one at a time so she could pull his socks off.
Finished, she sat back on her heels in front of him and let her gaze wander over him from head to toe before connecting with his eyes again. “I just have one question for you.”
“What’s that?”
“How quick is your recovery time?” she asked with a wicked grin.
“Fairly good,” he offered. “What do you have in mind?”
“Right now, I’m dying to taste you,” she said, licking her lips again. “I want to suck that beautiful cock as deep as I can until you give me all you’ve got.”
Shep groaned. “You’re killing me here.”
She laughed. “I get the first taste, then you can return the favor.”
“Return it with interest,” he promised.
“I was really hoping you’d say that,” she said with a needy moan then leaned into him again.
Her mouth brushed a kiss over the head of his cock, her tongue rubbing over the slit, taking the drop of pre-cum that glistened there. He leaned his head back against the door, letting his eyes slip closed for a moment. The cool grip of her hands found him, one on his shaft while the other cradled his balls. Her mouth stayed right at the head kissing, licking and gently sucking at the very tip. He wouldn’t last very long at all.
“You taste so good,” she offered with a lusty groan, and her mouth opened wider, taking the entire head into her mouth and sucking it deep.
His eyes flew open, and he looked down to see her like a goddess on her knees, his cock appearing like her favorite treat. Her hair spilled all around her, and he ran his fingers through it, tugging it back and holding it off her face, so he could better enjoy the view. She started a rhythm using her hand to work his shaft while she sucked and licked the head.
Heaven. Her mouth was what heaven must feel like. He wanted to just close his eyes and enjoy every sensation, and yet he was loath to miss even one moment of the vision she made. Her cheeks hollowed out as she worked him. She twisted her mouth in a way that had his balls drawing up tighter and swelling with the coming explosion he couldn’t hold back much longer.
“I’m going to come,” he warned.
She moaned and sucked harder at him, working that wicked tongue in the notch just under his head that seemed to be connected with every pleasure nerve he had. He rocked his hips, meeting her pace with his and fucking her mouth as she sucked with greedy eager pulls.
His spine tingled, buttocks tightening as a harsh grunt spilled from his lips as the first splash of seed hit her tongue. She didn’t balk. She swallowed and kept sucking, and when he saw a bead of his cum slip from between her lips to hover and then drip down her chin, he felt like a god among men. She drank from him, accepting every drop he gave her.
When he couldn’t take it anymore, he used his grip in her hair to ease her away from him. She gave him one final lick as he slipped free of her now swollen lips. She glanced up at him and, holding his gaze, ran her tongue down to lick over the path of his spilled cum. Fuck. He was already growing hard again.
“My turn,” he said, and with a laugh, she leapt up and jumped onto the bed.
She got up on her knees and reached behind her to release the catch of her bra then let it slide off to be tossed aside. Her hands cupped her breasts, her fingers pinching and tugging at her nipples as she watched him.
“I’m all yours,” she promised.
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Shep moved from the wall and crossed to the bed, to her. Stace played with her breasts and nipples and let the pleasure wash over her. She wanted to feel Shep everywhere. His hands, his lips, his teeth and tongue, but most especially she wanted to feel that magnificent cock lodged deep in her wet heat, filling her hard and fast.
He stopped at the edge of the bed and leaned forward. She closed her eyes, waiting to feel where he’d touch her first. His fingers brushed over her skin as he slid his palms down her thighs to cup behind her knees. Then, with a hard tug, she found herself tossed onto her back. A startled laugh escaped her lips. He kept taking her by surprise. But laughter disappeared when he skimmed his hands back up to grip the sides of her panties. The flimsy lace ripped under his taut grip, leaving her completely bare.
“So, fucking beautiful,” he growled as he spread her thighs wide, making room for him to sprawl between them. “Get comfortable. I plan to feast for a long, long while.”
Stace caught her breath, unable to look away as his lips left a wet trail over her thighs as he moved toward her core. He toyed with her, though. Touching everywhere but where she was dying for him. She’d never been this hot, this needy. She was dripping, her sex clenching desperately on air as she waited with bated breath to feel the first brush of his mouth between her thighs.
“Shep,” she pleaded, and his husky chuckle washed over her skin.
His hands pushed her thighs just a bit wider, and one hand traced her folds. Her body tensed in anticipation as his breath teased over her flesh. She was desperate for him. He slid his mouth to the crease where thigh met hip and sucked at her flesh. Who knew such a touch could be so erotic? She arched up into him tilting her hips in hopes of encouraging him to move that suckling touch to where she really wanted it.
Another husky chuckle followed by the reward she craved. His tongue licked up the outside of her folds. His hands slipped up to brace her hips anchoring her to the bed while he licked up and down her folds. She moaned and clenched the comforter. She’d never been with a man who played her so easily. She was hot and wild and ready to burst, and still, his tongue wasn’t inside her.
He used his fingers to expose her clit and blew his breath over it. His tongue jabbed at the bud, flicking fast all around it. Then, he flattened his tongue and rubbed over it.
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
He continued to lap at her clit even as he moved a finger to her opening. He trailed around and around, teasing her with the promise of pressing inside her, of spearing her on the thick digit.
“Please.”
“Patience,” he murmured between licks.
Just when she thought she’d scream, he pressed in but stopped at what had to be his first knuckle.
“Stop teasing me,” she demanded, rocking against his hold.
One digit thrust hard and deep, setting off stars behind her eyelids. Then it was gone. She growled as she opened her eyes to glare at him then moaned when she watched him suck the finger he’d dipped inside her.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” he murmured. “Your pussy is so hot and tight. I could spend hours right here.”
“Do it. Now.”
He chuckled but followed her command, dropping his head back between her thighs. His mouth went back to her clit but there was no more teasing. This time, he wrapped it tight and sucked, soft at first then with more pressure as he thrust his finger deep. She whimpered as he did exactly what he’d told her he wanted to do. He feasted.
Once he dove in, he didn’t stop. He devoured. No more teasing. He took what he wanted and tossed her higher and higher toward what promised to be an earth-shattering orgasm. She moved her hands to her breasts, tweaking and tugging at her nipples in perfect cadence to the rhythm he’d set.
“Yes! Yes! Oh, God! Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop!”
He slammed two fingers deep, curving them in a way that had him hitting her G-spot. She screamed, riding his fingers and tongue then trying to wiggle away. He never stopped, never eased. Then she was flying, nipples pinched tightly between her fingers as she came. Shep moaned as he moved his mouth down and licked around his pumping fingers. As she gasped and fought to regain control, he pressed soft kisses to her sex, fingers easing from her.
“Beautiful,” he whispered.
She glanced down her body, meeting his gaze and holding it. She didn’t fall in love. She didn’t believe in the whole love-at-first-sight thing. She believed in good old-fashioned lust at first sight, and she’d had that with Shep. But in that moment, there was a connection between them that was more than physical. It wasn’t love. She was adamant about that. But it was more than she’d expected, and from the look in his eyes, more than he’d expected, too. It was a beginning. Maybe of a brief affair. Maybe of something more. But a beginning nonetheless.