Page 20 of Shake Your Love
Humming in pleasure, I twist beneath him, as if trying to entice him to seal the deal. To take me. He knows what I want, but he doesn’t give it. Not yet. He falls over me, propped up by his strong arms, his mouth closing over one nipple, sucking, biting, marking my skin. His mouth moves to the other breast, and I am shaking by the time he lifts his head.
Staring down at me, he reaches a hand between us. I can’t see what he is doing, but I gasp when his cock presses to my pussy. We’ve played plenty, I’ve had him in my mouth and stroked him to orgasm before. But feeling his thickness pressed against me, the swollen crown pushing inside me slowly, it takes my breath away.
“I love you,” Pierce whispers, his hips moving slowly, sliding him inside of me a little at a time. “I never want to hurt you, because it’s the same as hurting myself. You’re part of me, Paige. Part of me the way I am part of you…” he groans his words as he pushes deeper, stretching me, and making me ache.
“Oh, yes, yes, honey, please. I don’t care if it hurts. I want you inside me. Now. Please!”
Groaning, he thrusts until he is finally fully inside of me. It burns but it feels good, being so full of him. My hips twist, taking him even deeper and I smile when he grunts and bites my shoulder as if warning me. I don’t heed his warning. I move beneath him again, loving the feel of him pushing even deeper.
“Jesus, it’s so good wrapped around me, baby. I love you, Say it.”
“I love you. I love you, baby. I love you so much.”
Taking my hands, he whispers the words back to me, thrusting slowly as he pins my hands above my head. Our gazes meet and I watch his shimmer with pleasure as he makes love to me. It is slow and sometimes a little uncomfortable. Hands tightly tangled with mine, he rises up, finding a rhythm that has pleasure humming through me, shocking me with its intensity. I have come for him before, but this feels different.
We’re chasing the high together. We’re making love with each other, showing how good we can make each other feel. How right it feels having him deep inside of me, stroking in and out until he drives me to the edge. I cry out as his hips thrust faster, faster, harder, driving me right over.
“Oh, God, yes! I’m coming!”
“That’s it. That’s my girl. Let me feel it, baby. God, that’s so good. I’m…fuck, I’m coming inside you. With you, baby. Come with me.”
Whimpering, I can’t speak I can’t tell him how good it is. How my body and everything inside of me split in half. Half of me before the pleasure of us coming together this way, and the other half that will crave this pleasure for the rest of my life.
“I love you, baby,” Pierce pants against my mouth as he pumps his hips a few more times, jerking inside me as he comes. “Love you so much.”
Collapsing together, we curl up as one, catching our breath, lingering in the sweet glow of our first time together. Pierce holds me close, pressing soft, slow kisses anywhere he can reach. I laugh at the huge smile on his handsome face as we lie there, gazing at one another in the sunshine.
“I love you,” I whisper, touching his face, tracing his brow, wishing I could show him how my heart beats differently because of him.
“I love you, Paige. I never had a doubt what this was, even if I doubted I deserved it. I would never doubt us. Nothing can shake what I feel about you, how much you mean to me. How much this matters to me. It is everything and I never want to wreck it or doubt it again.”
Smiling, I nod, humming some words of that Debbie Gibson song we skated to that night at Skateland. Just can’t shake your love, she said.
Well, she was right. We can’t shake this. Nothing can. Not our fears or our doubts. Not our pasts that were so different yet led us right here, to each other. Right where we’re both supposed to be. We can’t shake this and know nothing else can, nothing will ever be able to.
Lying in the sunshine with the best man I have ever known, who I can’t possibly deserve but won’t give up, I am glad we can’t shake it. Glad nothing can. Because he deserves to be happy, to have his dream girl if that is what I am. And I do too. I deserve the best boyfriend who can feed me, body and soul, and who will send me flowers that make me sick, make me pay for dates because he’s so excited to take me out he forgets his wallet.
I deserve Pierce, and he deserves me—and this is a love nothing can shake.
Epilogue
Pierce
One Year Later…
French fries are still one of my favorites.
Watching Paige crunch on one of my hand cut fries with the seasoning I make special, my heart fills so full. I love cooking for her. Love watching her eat. I love making a mess of her food and stripping her down to make love to her, too, but I will wait for that.
Today marks one year, to the date, since my dream girl sailed into the diner, soaking wet from the rain but still the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. I recall telling Imelda I could never know a girl as perfect as Paige. I was wrong—because I know her, I have her, and I fucking love her.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper as I watch her smile around another bite of my fries.
Frenchie sits between us, waiting for her bites from Paige, knowing she will cave before I do. Paige beams at me, chewing on her bite of fries and French toast, her favorite meal. It is a beautiful Saturday in Pine Grove. School is out for summer, and I have spent the days and weeks adoring the woman I love by feeding her and fucking her.
“Stop it. You’re beautiful,” she shoots back, flushing even though I tell her how beautiful she is a hundred times a day at least.
Sitting on the couch with her sprawled across my lap, Frenchie tucked between us, is my favorite place to be. MTV plays in the background, and she hums or belts the songs as we snuggle, but we’re not watching it really. We’re just existing here in the happiness of our life together.
