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“Shane, please.”
Two words. That’s all it takes to break me.
I want to make this last. I want her to have it all. The romance, the foreplay, everything before we get to the fucking. But I’m barely hanging by a thread, and if she begs one more time with that sultry voice, I’m afraid I’ll lose all control.
Alyssa’s soft whimper echoes in the room when I pull my finger off her clit. Her eyelashes flutter when I stand and push her back onto the bed until she’s resting comfortably on a pillow. She watches me as I position her legs so that they’re bent, her feet flat on the sheets. The way her legs spread sends the scent of her arousal into my nose, and fuck me, I’ve never smelled anything sweeter. The sudden urge to taste her is unbearable.
I settle between her legs and lower my head, gently blowing on her pussy before allowing my tongue to take over, making its own exploration, tasting every inch of her delicacy. Then I take her clit into my mouth, sucking on the aroused bud. A full body shiver runs over her, and she closes her legs around my head, trapping me between them.
Not that I’d ever complain about that.
Since it’s apparent she’s happy with my current location, I settle in to give her one hell of a ride. As my tongue descends to meet her entrance, it thrusts in with quick strokes before I slow down and pull away, teasing her in the process, and enjoying the sound of exasperated whimpers. Her body responds to each kiss and caress, and with each sexy moan I elicit from her, the need to be with her builds until I’m ready to explode. I repeat the process until she’s on the verge of climax.
Just as I’m about to go in for the kill, to push her over the edge, she loosens her leg lock and grips my hair, jerking my head away from her warmth until I’m looking up into hooded eyes filled with desperate desire.
“Shane, now,” she begs. “Please.”
I could feast on her for days if given the chance. The way she’s looking at me now, however? It has me more than eager to give up the banquet and take the plunge into her depths. With one final kiss to her clit, I rise from the bed, my cock swelling with anticipation. The hunger in Alyssa’s eyes deepens when I remove my boxers, my straining erection springing to life. She doesn’t take her eyes off me, even as I roll on the condom and take my place on the bed, positioning myself between her legs.
“Ready, baby?” I ask, brushing the tip of my cock up and down her slick folds.
The soaking sensation of her arousal temps me to plunge into her with abandon. I slide my shaft between her silky softness, waiting for her response. The tip, with a mind of its own, finds her sweet entrance, and I have to restrain myself from slipping inside her, even though the hesitation is killing me. With strength I didn’t even know I possessed, I hold still.
“Sunshine…you have to say it.”
Alyssa’s hooded eyes open wide as she peers up at me. “I’ve never been more ready for anything, Shane. If you make me wait any longer, I’ll scream.”
I didn’t know that it was possible, but my cock swells even harder at the sentiment. Alyssa lifts her hips, trying to draw me inside, and as much as I want to give in, I don’t. I pull back, my tip glistening from her juices. She moans in protest at the loss of contact, and the sound draws my attention to her.
Something inside me shifts. My sexual attraction turns to possession. It’s not just my dick wanting her. It’s… I don’t know. But my heart fucking hurts from the sight of her, and that can’t be normal, right?
This moment, right before I’m about to make love to her, feels entirely different than it ever has before. Because this thing we have? It’s so much more than anything I’ve experienced. I’ve never had a moment of pause in the bedroom. But right now? All I want to do is take in the sight of her, commit it to memory, and then, only then, will I take her.
Alyssa, right now, is more beautiful that she’s ever been. It’s not just because she’s naked underneath me. She’s completely bare, open to me, watching and waiting in anticipation for us to be together again. After all this time, she trusts me. And that means more than I could ever express.
I fight the urge to slam into her. Instead, I ease into her until I’ve buried myself all the way deep inside her. Her warmth envelops my shaft with such perfection that I have to pause to enjoy the sensation.
One hand comes up to cup her cheek. She peers up at me through her lashes, and I grin down at her. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make sure you scream for all the right reasons.”
She lets out a breath. “Phew. For a second there, I thought my vagina made you lose all sense of humor.”
Her laughter causes her pussy to tighten, and I groan, dropping my head to her ear. “Sunshine, there is nothing funny about your vagina. But it does feel damn good when you laugh.”
She tightens around my shaft again, and I lift up to see the playfulness in her grin.
“Now, you’re just doing that on purpose.”
Her fingertips trail up and down the expanse of my back. “Is that really a bad thing?”
“Absolutely not. Except, if your pussy’s going to quiver, it’s going to be because of me.”
Alyssa arches an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
Before I can answer, her free hand comes to her breast. My eyes are locked on hers, but out of my peripheral, I can see she’s playing with her nipple. She sucks in her lower lip, and as sexy as it is to see her touch herself, I meant what I said. Unless we’re doing some mutual masturbation—which I make a mental note to work into our routine—I want her pleasure to come from me.
I push her hand away, cupping her breast cupped with my palm, her nipple between my thumb and my forefinger. “It’s so.”
She sighs with pleasure, settling back against the pillow. “Then I guess you’d better get to work.”
