Chapter Eighteen
The next couple of weeks are kind of rough.
Oh, everything is beautiful and perfect with how well Shane and I are getting along and how much fun we’re having. The only hard part is keeping ourselves from tearing off our clothes and fucking the hell out of each other.
But “taking it slowly” is still the order of the day.
Ugh.
I have a feeling that’s going to end soon, though. First of all, we’ve already had the “talk,” and both of us have clean bills of sexual health. Oh, and I’m still on birth control since I take the shot.
Shane was so cute when I told him that. He groaned and said, “Shit, no condoms. Willa, wanna go fuck right now?”
I knew he was teasing, but I sort of wished he hadn’t been.
See, I’m ready.
I have to be honest. We haven’t caved completely, but we have slipped up a couple of times.
The first was the other night. After kissing for a while on the sofa, we decided we wanted to sleep in the same bed. I hate that after our heated make-out sessions, we’re always going our separate ways.
So, yeah, it was my suggestion.
Of course, Shane was all too happy to agree.
Maybe we both knew more was bound to happen. Besides just sleep, that is.
It started out innocently enough. We were in his big bed just cuddling. Cuddling, though, led to kissing.
Shane was only wearing boxer briefs, and I had on skimpy sleep shorts and a baby doll tee. So when the touching started, it was so much more intense than when we’re more fully clothed.
I could feel everything when our bodies were pressed together. I lost control then and just couldn’t help but reach down between us and grab his cock.
Damn, it was so freaking hard and big. I thought back to that first day when I caught him with a raging hard-on. To be honest, I’d wanted to touch him since then.
Now I was.
It was a fantasy that had come true.
Shane groaned as he thrust into my grasp. I took a chance then and slid my hand down into his briefs.
Oh my God…so hot…so hard.
He didn’t stop me, so I kept going, urging him to lower his boxers.
Three seconds later, they were gone entirely, and I was stroking and squeezing and enjoying myself far too much.
Shane rolled onto his back and let me do my thing, which then included me using my mouth.
“Holy fuck,” he groaned.
I guess he wasn’t about to be outdone.
He stopped me and rolled me onto my back. “My turn,” he said.
Hell, I wasn’t about to stop him. I was so turned on by that point, and I got hotter and hotter as he lowered and removed my sleep shorts, then my tee.
Fuck, we were both completely bare.
He skimmed his hand down my side as he took in my nude body.
“You are so fucking incredible,” he whispered.
And then he rasped, “I can’t wait to fuck you here.
” He traced my lips. “And here,” he went on, trailing his fingers down to between my breasts.
“And most definitely here,” he said gruffly, his hand finally reaching my sex.
I moaned as he slid two fingers into my wet-as-fuck pussy. I closed my eyes as he used his hand so skillfully, so masterfully.
Then the next thing I knew, I felt his tongue touch my clit.
“Oh God, Shane,” I groaned. “I’m going to come.”
And I did. Using his fingers and his mouth, he made me fall apart so hard and for so long that I thought I might pass out.
I didn’t, though.
Once I recovered, I scooted down and returned the favor.
Afterward, we cleaned up and then fell asleep in each other’s arms.
There’s been no discussion about the fact that our “taking it slowly” has been pretty much thrown out the window.
But is it really that bad?
I mean, up until the other night, we haven’t done more than kiss. Oh, and dry hump, of course.
A progression in being physical and more sexual is natural, especially when we keep getting along so incredibly well. I really think I’ve fallen for him. I know that what I feel for Shane is far more than my original crush.
I think he feels a lot for me too.
I just sense it in his touch.
Speaking of which, last night was our second slipup. No, wait, I’m not calling it that anymore.
So, anyway, our second, er, shall we say, “encounter” occurred yesterday evening. We had gone back to sleeping in our own beds after the first incident. But that only lasted for one night.
After we watched a movie together last night, curled up on the sofa, Shane kissed the side of my neck and whispered, “Sleep with me tonight?”
Of course I replied, “Yes.”
That led to another encounter like our first. Only this time it was even better because we’re learning each other’s bodies.
I had two orgasms and the best sleep yet.
So, yeah, I’m ready for more.
Tonight when we go to bed, I am going to fuck Shane Thoma.