They didn’t have time for that.
Did they?
No.
They needed to be quick about this. Quiet, too.
She only hoped her neighbors couldn’t see them. But at this point, she didn’t care if they did. The thought of being watched both thrilled and petrified her.
The tip of his tongue touched her there. Just barely, but enough to feel it and cause her lungs to empty.
Good lord, she wished they had time for that.
But they were outside behind a shed, surrounded by neighbors and in a time crunch, her daughters due home at any moment.
He probably realized that, too, as he continued to rise, sucking each nipple deep into his mouth, his molars scraping the very tips.
When he finally stood tall, he reached behind himself, yanking out his wallet, and opening it with jerky motions. After he slipped a foil packet from it and tucked it between his teeth, he returned his large chained wallet to his rear pocket.
She wished there was enough light to see his eyes. She wished she could see him naked.
She bet his body was beautiful. Like the rest of him. His gorgeous hair, his striking features. His quiet soul.
The jingle from his belt buckle being unfastened sent a shockwave through her. This was happening.
Really happening.
The night was quiet, the only sound to be heard was the draw of his zipper and her ragged breathing.
His was just as rough as hers when he took the wrapper from between his teeth and tore it open. Slipping the condom out, he shoved the torn foil pack into his front pocket and his underwear down just enough to release his cock.
She wanted to taste the salty tang of the precum she was sure clung to the tip.
They didn’t have time for that.
When his hands dropped to his cock, she snagged the condom from between his fingers, pushing them away.
“Let me.” The husky words sounded foreign. Unlike her. She hadn’t been this turned on in what seemed like a lifetime.
Only one other man made her this wet in anticipation. Only one other man had made her impatient for his touch. Only one other man had made her actually throb for him.
Now one more.
Shawn.
She stroked his cock twice first, causing his hips to jerk, before holding the rolled condom to the tip. She took her time sliding it over his thick, throbbing length, which flexed under her fingers.
“Killin’ me here,” he growled.
She should find his impatience funny since he’d been the one driving her crazy with his leisurely pace. But she didn’t laugh because he sounded way too serious.
He was suffering as much as she had been. Still was.
The only way to relieve their desperation was to welcome him inside her. To fill her emptiness.
Once the condom was secure, she reluctantly released him and, as soon as she did, she found herself sandwiched against the shed again. A denim-clad knee wedged between her thighs, nudging her legs wider, opening her up to him.
A trickle of arousal dampened the skin of her inner thigh. Was it because she hadn’t had sex in a while, or was it because it was Shawn?
“Wasn’t how I wanted you, Chelle.”
How did he want her? Had he actually put thought into this? Had he had a plan? She wanted to ask that and more but doing so would involve too many words, ones she wasn’t willing to say right now.
No more words were needed.
The cotton of his T-shirt skimmed over the puckered peaks of her nipples as he pinned her more securely against the shed.
He was taller than her, so she wasn’t sure how this would work. She’d never had sex standing up.
Wasn’t how I wanted you, Chelle.
No, it wasn’t ideal, but this was how he was getting her. It would have to be enough. For both of them.
She opened her mouth to ask him how they were going to manage but her words became trapped when he crushed his lips against hers. Her question was answered when his hands gripped the backs of her thighs right below her ass cheeks and he hauled her up, holding her against the metal siding with his chest.
He ripped his mouth from hers. “Guide me.”
Because his hands were full of her weight, she wedged her own between them and found his cock again.
He groaned, pressed his forehead to hers and shifted his hips, giving her the room to slide the thick crown between her slick folds until she found the spot. She expected him to thrust quickly and deeply, but like everything else he did, he took his damn time.
With one hand under his hair and wrapped around his neck, she used the other to hold onto his shoulder as he entered her inch by measured inch.
The urge to ride him with wild abandonment surged through her, but she remained still, enjoying that delicious stretch as he filled her.