Chapter 17 #2
He laughed—helpless—and kissed her again because he couldn’t resist. Then he swept her up into his arms and eased her onto the pillows.
He came down over her, propped himself on his forearms so he wasn’t giving her all his weight, and lost himself for a while: the rhythm of her mouth, the little catch she made when he angled his hips just so, the way her knees parted to cradle his sides.
The world narrowed to the warm bedside lamp glow and the hush of rain and her soft skin under his palms.
When he finally trailed his lips down her jaw and along the notch of her throat, April tipped her head to give him the line of it like an offering.
Her pulse fluttered under his mouth. He took his time there, open-mouthed kisses that tasted like salt and rain, gave her his tongue and teeth when she asked for more with a breathy “yes, please.” He slid a hand along her ribcage—her skin warm and silken and his now—and felt her breath stutter.
“Still good?” he murmured, checking because he would never stop checking.
“Better than good,” she said, voice roughened. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t. He palmed the curve of her breast, thumb circling until she arched.
Her nipple tightened against his touch, and he felt his control fray.
He bent, mouth replacing his hand, and the sound she made—half surprise, half gratitude—went straight through him.
He traced the edge of her with his tongue, then closed gently around her and sucked, shallow at first, then deeper when her fingers grabbed a fistful of his hair.
He gave her the same patience he’d use coaxing a terrified hiker off a ledge: steady pressure, clear intention, all the time in the world.
She responded with a roll of her hips that had him biting back a curse into her skin.
“Shane,” she said on a gasp.
He moved to her other breast, giving it the same careful attention, drawing out more of those sounds that were making him dizzy.
April's body was a landscape he'd never tire of exploring, all hills and valleys and secret places that begged to be discovered.
He could feel her heart racing under his lips, her breaths coming faster.
Her hands weren't idle; they mapped his shoulders, his back, his arms, as if she were relearning him, too. Each touch was a spark, igniting high school memories of stolen moments in the back of his truck, lazy afternoons by the river, and fumbling, hurried makeout sessions when his parents weren’t home.
He trailed kisses down her sternum, over her soft belly, feeling her muscles jump under his lips.
Her fingers were in his hair, guiding him, urging him on.
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her pants, looking up at her for permission.
She nodded, lifting her hips to help him.
He slid them down along with her panties, taking his time, revealing her inch by inch.
God, she was beautiful. All curves and softness, all his.
He pressed a kiss to her hipbone, feeling her shiver.
He could smell her arousal, sweet and musky, and it made his mouth water.
He wanted to taste her, to make her scream his name.
But he also wanted to draw this out, to make it last forever.
“Shane, please,” she begged.
He spread her legs and gazed at her sweet, wet pussy, remembering how much she loved this.
He bent and ran his tongue along her folds and she pressed herself against him.
He listened to her muffled moans and licked her harder and faster.
His tongue circled her swelling clit and he lapped up her sweetness.
Shane slowly slid a finger inside her, then added another.
He crooked them until he found the little nub inside and stroked while he licked her clit.
That sent her straight into her first orgasm of the night. She bucked against his mouth, her velvet walls clenching and unclenching around his fingers.
He slowed his movements, only stopping when he knew she had finished and was about to become too sensitive to his touch.
But not for long.
Shane worked his way back up her body, now relaxed. Her eyes were closed, one arm flung over her head and the other—
Oh, mercy. The other one was rolling and squeezing her nipple.
This was new, and incredibly hot.
“You like touching yourself?”
“Yes. It’s all I’ve had for a while now.” She lazily opened her eyes and gave him a smoldering gaze. “Do you have a problem with that?”
“No way, sweetness. You touching yourself is so fucking hot. I could watch you all night.”
“I hope you’ll do more than watch,” she teased. She lifted her other arm and brought her hand down between her legs. Her fingers moved in circles. Apparently, she didn’t get as sensitive as she used to, or her recovery time was a lot faster.
It didn’t matter which to Shane. He reached for the side table drawer and—
Realized it had been so long, he didn’t have any condoms.
April’s eyes widened, apparently realizing his dilemma. Then she giggled, “Ooops.”
“Dammit, April, I should have… Dammit.”
“It’s all right. It’s actually reassuring that you don’t have a fresh box of condoms in your bedroom.” She looked down, the barest hint of embarrassment on her face. “I know you like to hang out at Cocks and Strippers with the guys.”
Shane snorted. “Yeah, no. Last time I was there, it was to stop a predator. And, I’ve never taken a woman home from there.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I haven’t taken a woman home since I came home.”
Her eyebrows knitted and she looked confused. “Since you came home?” Her eyes widened. “Oh. You mean, from the Navy?”
“That’s what I’m saying.”
“Really?”
“Truly. Not as long as I’ve been back in Lyons. As for Cocks and Strippers, the most I’ve done is hang out with my brothers and do some line dancing. Never took a woman home, never went home with one.”
“Shane,” she whispered, dead serious. “Are you saying I’m about to…take your virginity again?”
It took him a moment, then he was burying his face in the mattress, trying his best not to howl with laughter and wake Kevin at possibly the worst time. April wasn’t doing much better, judging by the fact that she’d rolled over and her body was convulsing.
Their laughter subsided after what felt like an hour.
“We are never going to grow up, are we?” she asked.
“At least not in bed,” Shane answered.
“Wow, so that means you’re never going to have condoms.”
Shane fought not to laugh again. Just because I couldn’t get a hold of one the first three times we wanted to do it—”
“Did you honestly just call sex ‘doing it’?”
He shrugged. “Never growing up. And I did have condoms when we finally did it.”
April snorted. “To think I gave my virginity to you.”
“Maybe since we were both virgins, we didn’t lose our virginity, we just swapped virginities?”
“That’s not how that works.”
“No?”
“No.”
Shane took a nice, deep breath. “So.”
“If you’re asking if I’m on birth control, the answer is yes. And, I had my annual two months ago, and I’m clean as a whistle.”
“Me too.”
“So.”
“So.”
"I guess we're going bareback, sailor."
Oh my God, I love this uninhibited woman.
"Guess we are." Shane stood long enough to shove his cargos and boxer briefs down his legs, the he kicked them aside.
His cock wholeheartedly agreed with this plan. He immediately hardened to steel, even before April reached for it.
And when she did, he almost went off at her barest touch. He threw his head back and hissed.
“Oh my,” she said, her voice heavy with desire. She squeezed the base of his shaft and ran her hand up his cock, gently squeezing out a generous drop of precome. She bent down and licked it off and Shane thought he might pass out from the pleasure.
“Oh, you’re wicked.”
“Mm-hmm.” She laid herself back down on the pillows—looking both innocent and wanton at the same time. “What are you going to do about it?”
“This.” Shane moved lightning fast. He was on top looking down on her, positioning his cock, teasing her with the tip.
“Please, sailor,” she purred.
That was all the encouragement he needed. He pushed into her and knew joy.
“April,” he groaned. “Sweetness.”
She wrapped her legs around him, encouraging him to go deeper.
Then they found their rhythm. They may have been older, but making love to April now was a million times better than when they were younger.
She felt so impossibly good. She had no inhibitions, no fear, no nervousness.
He wasn’t afraid of accidentally hurting her.
She wanted him. All of him.
And he gave himself to her—slow, fast, soft, hard. She begged him to give her everything until he felt the pressure building to a peak, then the long, slow uncoiling as he came hot and fast and hard inside her.
He collapsed beside her. They took each other into their arms and fell asleep satisfied.