“Shane, I…” I moaned, fingers curling into his head in a way that was likely painful, but every inch of me felt tight, poised, ready for the crash.
His lips closed around my clit and hummed his approval and I just… shattered.
My body shook; my breath got caught; I cried out his name.
I was barely aware of moving again until I felt myself flying through the air, making my heart shoot up into my throat for a second until my back bounced on the soft mattress of his bed, catching me off-guard, making me laugh.
Shane’s shadow towered over me and I felt his knees plant at the edge of the bed, one on the side of my thigh, one between, looking down at me. How he was able to see anything was completely beyond me, but I could feel the heat of his gaze. His hands planted on either side of my shoulders and he moved over me, claiming my lips. I could taste myself there still and felt another wave of desire somehow break through my system.
He released me a long time later, my lips buzzing from the attention, sensitive and just a tiny bit sore. His head tilted, his teeth nipping into my earlobe. “Rode my face. Now you’re gonna ride my cock,” he told me and my pussy clenched in agreement. Yes, God yes.
His body lifted from mine and I could make out him sliding his pants off, his hand going to his hard cock, stroking it once before turning and moving into the nightstand. I heard the fumbling with the condom box and the tearing of a wrapper as his back was to me. I moved to my knees, sitting back on my heels. Finished, he climbed into bed, laying flat, and reaching for me.
I moved to straddle his waist, but not lowering down. His hands slid up my thighs lazily, snagging the hem of the tee and slowly moving it up, exposing me inch by inch. My arms went up over my body as he folded up to pull the material free from my head. He moved flat again, his hands still on my thighs. I planted my hands on his stomach, moving my fingers over his abs, enjoying the new sensation of getting to know his body, the dips and edges, the smooth patches that could only be scars.
Shane shifted his hips and his cock rubbed against my cleft, making me let out a shocked hiss as he exhaled hard.
“Lea, baby…”
There was need in his voice. And as much as I wanted to get to know every inch of him with my fingers, my lips, my tongue, I lifted my hips. He reached between us, grabbing his cock and holding it at the base so I could slide down on him. I lifted up higher and pressed down, feeling his cock slowly spread me, fill me, promising fulfillment. My hand moved to the center of his stomach as I paused, giving my body a second before I took him deeper. His hand moved from between us and settled on my hip, letting me take the lead, do it at my own pace. I took him to the root on a groan, half arching forward over him.
“Fuck baby,” he growled, sounding tense. And somehow, I liked that even more, as evidenced by the way my pussy clenched around him. I liked that he wasn’t perfectly in control, that I maybe took a little bit of that away from him. “Ride me, Lea,” he demanded as I took a minute.
Then, well, there was no more tentativeness. I moved my hips up and down, loving each perfect, thick inch as it slid in and out of me. Once I found my rhythm, Shane’s hips started to move in small circles as I moved, making me feel him even more intensely, driving me up faster than I knew was possible. My speed picked up and his stayed the same, round and round, his fingers positively crushing my hipbones as he tried to hold on as my moans became throaty cries and my sex clenched to the point of near-pain before I finally felt myself go over the edge.
The orgasm was deep, intense, a hard, slow throbbing pulsation that rolled and rolled and rolled through me as I lost whatever bones I had in my body, liquidly falling down on top of him as my body shook. His arms went around me as he started thrusting upward, dragging out my orgasm as I groaned into his neck, then planting deep on a hard thrust and coming with my name on his lips.
We stayed that way for a long time after, me a boneless form completely collapsed against him. His hands drifted lazily up and down my spine, making me goosebump and shiver slightly.