Page 7 of One More Shot
Dane has my corset top over my head and scattered on the floor within seconds of my bedroom door slamming shut behind us. We stumble in the darkness until the backs of his knees hit the edge of my bed and he drops down onto it, effortlessly pulling me with him as he goes.
His lips find my neck while his hands come up to palm my tits. A shockwave of pleasure shoots through me as his thumb brushes against my nipple, and I arch into his touch.
I’m not under any delusion; there’s no romance in any of this. No sweet nothings whispered in my ear, no longing glances or soft touches with hidden meanings. This is just sex.
Butstill.
I can’t believe how good this feels already.
Dane works my body like he’s touched it a million times before, responding to my every sigh, moan and shudder. Idon’t think I’ve ever had a partner pay such close attention to me before, and the realisation snaps me back to reality with annoying clarity.
The orgasm.
Dane is going to give me my first orgasm.
Should I tell him? I nix that idea almost as quickly as it enters my mind. That’d be too much pressure on the both of us. Besides, as long as he keeps doing what he’s doing, which is currently sucking on my nipples as another hand fumbles with my pants, there’s a chance I might just get there without having to say a word.
‘Your ass looks great in these,’ he murmurs as he dips his fingers beneath the waistband of my pants. ‘But they’re a pain to get off.’
I laugh and lift my hips to help him pull them down. ‘Good to know they did the job.’
He hums appreciatively as the pants slide down my thighs and wastes no time at all in palming the newly revealed skin there. ‘I like what’s underneath a little more.’
My heart does a silly little flutter as he sinks his fingers into the soft skin around my hips and pulls me flush against him. Without the extra layer of clothing between us, it’s impossible to ignore the unmistakable hardness in his own pants right now. I slide my hands between us and start fumbling with his belt. He’s trailing kisses along my collarbone and I feel the way his lips curve upwards into a cockysmirk when I dip below the elastic of his boxer briefs and my breath hitches in my throat.
I curl my fingers around his dick and give him a tentative squeeze.
‘Eliott.’ He groans my name and gives me barely a second to relish in just how low and rough his voice sounds right now, before he leans back onto his haunches. It may be dark, but I can feel his intense gaze burning a pathway down my body as he takes me in.
I resist the urge to place a protective hand over my stomach. I’m not as self-conscious of my body as I used to be, but whispers of my insecurities still linger at times.
‘Fuck.’
Fuck? And what exactly am I supposed to take from that? Is it a ‘fuck, you’re so hot’ or a ‘fuck, you’re not what I was expecting’? Or a—
He dives a hand between us and, in one smooth motion, tugs my panties aside.
‘How are you already so wet?’ he murmurs against my lips.
I blink, jolting back to reality for a second. I hadn’t realised he’d got so close again. Before I can respond, he slides a finger inside me, and then another, and then I’m riding his hand while he peppers my neck with kisses.
It feels good.
It feelsso fucking good. Dane clearly knows what he’s doingand I can feel the telltale signs of pleasure building in the very depths of my core.
This is it, I tell myself as Dane circles his thumb over my clit and my back arches off the bed.This is it.
My entire body thrums with anticipation.
I’m going to come.
The pleasure builds and builds and builds, like I’m climbing the tallest peak, but instead of reaching the summit, I trip and fall all the way down.
I’ve lost it.
My back slumps against my sheets as I realise the moment has passed me by.
Again.
