Page 44 of Shameless
I closed my eyes, rose to my tiptoes, and kissed him. His passion met mine, and my body heated as his arms wrapped around me.
I brushed his thick brown hair with my hands, and when we stopped for air, I said, “Talk later.”
He played with the clasp of my bra and said, “I thought I was getting a massage first.”
I laughed. “Better lie on the floor, then.”
He stared at the plush rug and shook his head. “Let’s do the bed.”
“Your choice.”
He tugged off his jeans, and I tossed my underwear. He’d seen me naked before, and the less that was in the way, the better.
Once he rolled off his boxer briefs, he laid on the bed, giving me his back.
Those muscles of his made his back strong and sexy. I sat next to him and brushed against his hard back, and tingles raced through me.
We were incredibly close to being together, and I wanted nothing more. However, right then, I took a deep breath and climbed up onto him. The bed creaked, but I pressed a foot into his back, hoping I wasn’t hurting him.
He sighed but asked, “Have you ever done this before?”
I stopped and stepped off. “No, but if I hurt you, I figure you’ll scream.”
Then I tried again and pressed a heel into his muscles.
He cringed, and I stopped.
He flipped over and said, “On second thought, let me just stimulate you.”
He pressed a hand to my clit as I sat down on his stiff and ready dick and thighs. He cupped my ass. “The massage is over, darling.”
“You hated it,” I said and kissed his cheek and neck.
He traced my skin, and my entire body came alive in his arms. I was his and only his.
He flipped me over as he said, “Doesn’t matter. You’re sweet.”
I pressed my hands against those chiseled abs of his. “You don’t want me on top?”
His hands continued to strum my core. “I want to give you pleasure.”
I closed my eyes as tremors of pleasure built. “Keep doing that, then.”
Heat grew inside me, and he kissed my neck, both my nipples, and my stomach, and his tongue took over for his finger. My eyes started to roll back as I clutched that short, sexy hair of his.
I held him as I moaned, “Fuck me.”
The world was blurry, and I couldn’t see anything but him. The air smelled like his cologne mixing with my perfume. Most importantly, my heart was thudding fast.
I was lost in sweet oblivion, and he hadn’t even fully entered me.
I held onto him and the bedsheets, trying to retain some semblance of control, but when he joined me and we were one, I let go.
I was his.
Chapter Sixteen
Michael
