Shane #3
I bring my mouth back down, kissing her little patch of hair, then just to the side of her lips, before finally planting a kiss right over her clit. She gasps, her legs hiking up on their own, lips parting.
I pass my arms through her folded legs and grab her waist, pulling her closer to me as I swipe my tongue from the bottom of her folds, all the way back up to her little bud. I groan at the smell and taste of her on my tongue, a perfect combination of sweet and salty.
“Ohhh, Shane,” she purrs.
I do it again, flattening my tongue and pressing down more firmly. I circle her clit a few times with the tip of it before sucking it into my mouth. Her legs shake against me as she pants, eyes locked on mine.
“Do you like that, Angel?” I ask between licks.
“Yes.” Her blush has now traveled to her ribcage. I wonder if I can get her whole body to flush that beautiful red.
Bringing one hand back, I spread her lips and press my tongue into her entrance.
I can feel her squeezing around the tip of my tongue, and I know this is going to be painful for her when I try to enter her.
I’ll need to work her up to it. Thank God I’m a really patient man when it comes to Aubrey. I’ll wait forever for her.
Using the tip of my finger next, I massage her entrance as I focus my mouth on her clit, then slowly slip it in up to the first knuckle.
She moans loudly, contracting against my finger.
I move it back and forth leisurely, then push in to the second.
Her hand comes to my hair, fingers sliding through my strands.
I pull it out, then slide it all the way back in this time.
Her hand fists my hair as her head drops back while she moans my name.
Her toes curl at my sides, legs lifting higher.
God, she’s so beautiful right now.
Her juices leak all over my hand as I pull my finger completely out, this time bringing a second one along with it.
She’s already close to coming, and I really want to work her up to two fingers before we take things to the next level.
Three would be better, maybe even four, but for her first time I think that would be pushing it too far.
She whimpers when I push two fingers into her, eyes wide as she watches me. I pump them back and forth as I flick her clit faster, her moans and pants growing louder by the second. “Oh God, Shane!” She’s trembling violently now.
“Let go, Angel. Let it go,” I tell her as I curl my fingers and suck her nub into my mouth.
She pulls at my scalp as she folds herself in, crying out my name while coming in my mouth and on my fingers.
I have no idea how I made it through those beautiful sounds without coming, but I did.
Except now, my dick is painfully aching, and I feel like one touch will send me shooting my load all over.
God, I’ve never wished more than right now to be back in my twenties.
I should have jerked off this morning like I wanted to.
Once she unfurls herself from over me, I slowly retrieve my fingers and kiss the inside of her thigh.
She drops back to the bed, her chest rising and falling with each gasp of air she takes.
Her legs fall limp as I release her and move back.
I examine my juice-covered fingers, then bring them up to my mouth and lick them clean, humming with approval.
Standing from the ground, I begin unbuttoning my dress shirt. I had already removed my suit jacket when I arrived in my room but didn’t have time to undress completely before Aubrey showed up.
She’s currently lying on her back, one hand resting on her lower belly while the other is up over her head. Her legs hang off the bed, spread slightly, and she tilts her head to the side, watching me remove my clothes.
Once I reach the last button, I pull it out from my waistband and throw the shirt to the side. Then I undo the button and zipper of my pants and shrug them down my legs as I toe off my shoes and socks.
Aubrey pushes herself back up to a sitting position, her fingers tentatively coming to my chest. She slides them over my pecs, down my abs, to the coarse hair that starts at my navel.
Slowly, she glides them back up, letting her hand rest over my hammering heart.
A shiver runs up my spine as I look into her innocent eyes, my heart pleading for me to rip it out of my chest and hand it to her. Beg her to keep it forever.
“You’re so beautiful, Shane. It’s like I don’t know where to look because I want to see everything at once,” she whispers, head tilted up, lips demanding another kiss.
I lean in, answering her unspoken demands as I press my lips to hers. “You can look at me whenever you want, sweetheart. Today, tomorrow, ten years from now. I’m all yours, Angel. I think I’ve always been yours.”
I know it may be soon to say things like that, but I need her to know I’m all in, that what’s happening between us isn’t just a one-time thing, that this means something to me. That it’s only the beginning.
My comment stuns her slightly; she pulls back, her eyes widening. “You’d still want me ten years from now?”
I swipe my fingers through her hair on both sides of her face. “Of course, I would. Ten, twenty, thirty, even fifty years down the road.”
She melts in my hold, the softest, warmest smile gracing her lips. She leans in, kissing my stomach, then looks back into my eyes. “I want you, Shane. I want you now.”