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He uses his tongue to mark a trail down to the space between my full breasts, and he spends what feels like hours worshiping each one. He eagerly licks and sucks my nipples with such fervor that I’m on the verge of begging him to hurry up and take the plunge already. I writhe beneath him, anxious for his lips to explore further yet not wanting him to leave my breasts.
After one last nibble, Shane’s head comes up and our eyes meet. “Told you, sunshine. Best fucking tits I’ve ever seen. Now, they’re the best fucking tits I’ve ever tasted.”
And now, I’m impossibly wet. If the arousal I feel is any indication, there are geyser-like things threatening to happen between my legs, and if Shane doesn’t hurry up, I’m going to erupt before he even starts.
Apparently, he has other thoughts. Because even though his mouth is no longer on my breasts, his hands slide up my skin and find them, cupping each one, his long fingers squeezing my nipples just to the point of exquisite pain.
“Shane, please,” I say, unable to wait for him any longer.
“Mmm,” is all I get in response, so I decide to take matters into my own hands. Literally.
I reach down and find his cock—rock hard and oh so ready for me. But before I can stroke him fully, he gives my breasts one last squeeze. Then he lifts from the bed, sending quick panic rising in me.
This isn’t how this is supposed to go. This is supposed bemy night. My night to shine or score or whatever the fuck metaphor you want to use for me to finally,finallylose my V-card.
I whimper at the lost contact, and Shane chuckles. Chuckles!
“So eager already, sunshine?” he asks, staring down as he hovers over me.
I nod, unable to put my desire into words. He grins, and just as I think he’s going to give me what he wants, I see he has other plans.
I watch as Shane lies prone on the bed, positioning himself between my legs. Before I realize what he’s doing, he ducks his head and tastes me, moaning as if I’m the most enjoyable thing he’s ever had in his mouth. Butterflies take flight in my belly as his tongue gets acquainted with my wet folds.
Hot damn.
I think I’m in love.
Or just really, really,reallyin lust.
A small gasp escapes my mouth when Shane’s tongue is joined by a finger. He pushes it inside me then adds another one, stretching me wide as he fucks me with his fingers while simultaneously devouring me with his mouth. I can’t take my eyes off him, and when Shane sees me watching, I swear he decides to put on a show.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s hands down the best experience of my life, and we’re only getting started. He’s getting me primed and ready, and I can’t fucking wait. I’m at war with myself, wanting to tell him to stop, to fuck me already, yet still wanting to be selfless enough to allow him to get his fill.
Or maybe that’s selfish. Either way, I’m pretty sure we’re both winners in this scenario.
It’s not long until I’m putty in his hands. I tangle my fingers in his hair, which has him increasing his pace, pistoning his fingers in and out of my pussy in frantic fashion. His lips capture my clit and he alternates between sucking and licking until I’m sent over the edge into carnal bliss.
As my orgasm crests and crashes down on me, I tug his hair and chant his name repeatedly until I’m too breathless from my release to speak.
He’s connected to my clit all through my orgasm, and when he rises to look at me, I can only imagine the dreamy expression he’s greeted with. He takes one look at me and pride swells across his face.
I watch him, blinking and trying to catch my breath. “That was…amazing,” I finally manage to say.
And Shane, apparently the answer to all of my lascivious dreams, tosses me a knowing smirk that’s full of promise of what’s to come. “That was only the beginning, sunshine.”
Though I’m all in for Shane to goall in, I close my eyes and feel limbless. Languid. Numb, yet my nerve endings are heightened from the pleasure and begging for more. I’m in complete bliss, but when Shane presses a final kiss to my clit and begins to work his way up my abdomen, I’m pulled from my sleepy stupor.
“No rest for the wicked,” he growls. “I’m not done with you yet.”
My eyes, which were closed as I basked in the pleasure, blink open and I see him gazing up at me from the space between my legs. At the evidence of my arousal running down his chin, I squirm, suddenly alert. Suddenly desperate to return the favor.
He sits up, his impossibly hard length on display. My mouth waters at the thought of sucking him dry. I grasp him, delighted in the way his eyes close as my hand encircles his girth.
“Alyssa,” he whispers. “You don’t have to…”
I shake my head, shushing him, then crawl up and around him. When he faces me, I push him back down onto the bed. “Like I said. All’s fair. You got your treat. It’s my turn for a taste.”
As eager as I am to get a taste of him, I pause when I settle between his thick, muscular thighs to appreciate the sight before me. In the light of my bedroom, he’s much more on display than he was in the soft glow of the pool deck, and holy moly, I’m thankful for it. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful man.
