Chapter 5 #2
When he finally slipped the head of his cock inside me, I almost cried in relief.
I expected him to move fast, hard, but he shocked me by continuing with a slow, sensual pace.
It was almost torture. The languid pump of his hips, the easy glide of his shaft in and out of me. Stretching. Filling. Teasing.
He covered my body with his, curving his front to my back.
I saw stars at this new penetration angle.
With every downstroke, the head of his cock rubbed in just the right way, making me knees weak and my toes flex.
He gripped my waist with one hand and the pillow in front of me with the other.
He fucked me slow and deep, making me whine and beg.
I couldn’t get there. I was close. It felt so good, so damn good, but it wasn’t going to happen.
I didn’t want to be greedy and demand he move.
The man had spent nearly an hour with his face between my legs, sucking and licking and flicking until he’d wrung so many orgasms out of me I was nearly boneless.
I lifted my ass, letting him slide in a little deeper. He groaned and moved his hand from my waist to the space between my shoulder blades. He pushed down, holding me there as he picked up the pace, thrusting faster.
Our bodies made obscene sounds. I panted as the sexual energy in the room thrummed. Everything felt so good. From the top of my head to the very tips of my toes, I was vibrating with pleasure.
“Come here,” Shane growled, moving suddenly and rolling onto his side.
I didn’t move fast enough, and he wrapped his arms around my waist, manhandling me into position.
He dragged me across the empty space between us, forming my back to his chest. He grabbed my right knee and lifted up my leg, hooking it over his.
Then he was sliding into me again, thrusting his dick into me as we spooned atop my bed. I cried out at the sensual attack of his mouth on my neck. He licked and nipped, teething my skin as his cock speared in and out of me.
His hand rode the curve of my hip down toward my pussy. He found my clit, framed it between two of his thick fingers. The touch made me gasp. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was giving me the faintest brush of stimulation but not the direct touch I craved.
I clutched at his hip. He brought his other hand up between my breasts. I marveled at the size of him, at the way he practically dwarfed me but was always so gentle and careful. Even when moving me around and bending me in the most outrageous ways, he did it respectfully, cautiously.
I hoped he would handle my heart the same way. Because I was dangerously at risk of falling madly, deeply and completely in love with him.
Don’t break my heart.
That worried plea was quickly replaced by another plea, this one more desperate and needy. “Touch me, Shane. Please. Please touch me.”
“Like this?” He barely ghosted his fingertips over my swollen, throbbing clit.
“Yes.” I tried to force myself against him, chasing his hand with a thrust of my hips. He made me work for it, but he finally gave in and tapped my clit. I gasped at the shockwave of pure bliss. He did it again and again, harder each time.
“Look at you.” He nipped at my earlobe, biting with enough pressure to make me inhale sharply. “Look at how good you take me.” He growled and grabbed my breast. He snapped his hips faster, just driving his cock into me with powerful strokes. “That’s it. You come for me again.”
My thighs began to tremble. My lungs shuddered as I dragged in shaky, shallow breaths. “Shane,” I whined.
“Nope. Not stopping until you come again.” He wickedly circled my clit, smearing my slick heat around the pulsing pearl in time with his thrusts. “Scream for me, Melissa.”
My body belonged to him. My orgasm belonged to him. My fucking pussy belonged to him. He commanded, and I obeyed.
I came suddenly, squeezing his cock so hard with my pussy that I thought for sure I would hurt him.
He groaned roughly, his pace stuttering briefly, but he recovered and pounded me through the successive waves of ecstasy.
I held tight to his forearm, certain he was going to fuck me right off the bed if I wasn’t careful.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, when it was too much, I pulled his hand away from my clit, forcing his fingers off me. He bit down on my shoulder, not enough to bruise but enough to remind me who was in control. I whimpered and melted into him, letting him push me onto my back.
He shifted my thighs and crawled on top of me.
In the next heartbeat, he was buried inside me again.
His mouth captured mine, our tongues tangling erotically.
His thrusts were steady as he chased his own climax.
I clung to his shoulders, running my greedy fingers over the dark tattoos marking his skin.
Gazing up at him, staring up into his green eyes, I felt happiness like I had never imagined. I felt safe. Secure. Like I belonged here, right under this man. I felt a word burning the tip of my tongue, a word I thought for sure I would never feel again.
And, in a way, I was right. The so-called love I had shared with Cade was nothing to this. It didn’t even compare to what Shane inspired in me. That old “love” was something juvenile and toxic. This new and blossoming love was mature and good, and I never wanted it to end.
“Melissa.” Shane moaned my name one last time before burying his face against my throat. He shuddered and shook, and I tightened my legs around his waist. I held him there, cradled between my thighs, and stroked his back as he enjoyed his orgasm.
Later, after we tidied ourselves, we ended up back in my bed. Face to face on our sides, we embraced and held tight. As we clutched onto each other, I nuzzled into his neck and caressed the back of his head. Vulnerable and soft, I asked, “Stay the night?”
He brushed his lips against my temple and stroked his hand along my spine. “You’ve wrecked me so hard I couldn’t move my legs to leave even if this house was on fire.”
We both laughed and nestled in closer. Wrapped in his brawny arms, I felt safe and secure for the first time in ages. As my heavy eyelids drifted together, I couldn’t help but wonder if I was finally right where I was always meant to be.