Page 34 of Shep
Then he had his mouth onme.“Yes!” I cried, because no wasn’t an answer.
He worked me with his mouth and fingers, making sure I was wet, making sure I was ready for him. “Now, Shep,” I said, but he shook his head, his short beard brushing my thighs. He kept right on going until I came not once, but twice.
Only then did he come up over me. Kissed me. I tasted myself on him, felt my wetness on his cheeks and in his beard.
“Sore still?” he asked.
“No.”
“I’m not using a condom. You on the pill?”
I nodded, my leg sliding up and down his side. He felt so good over me, pressing me into his soft bed. It was much more comfortable than Rocky Trout’s dining table.
“Nothing between us. When you’re ready, we’re gonna make a baby.”
My eyes widened. When I said things were going fast earlier, I hadn’t meantbabyfast.
But all I could do was nod again, because that was what I wanted, too.
“I want a little girl who wears a little kid toolbelt around the house.”
I grinned and tears filled my eyes again. This time, it was tears of joy, not fear or sadness.
“Okay,” I breathed.
“For now, we practice.”
He slid into me in one long, long, long stroke, not looking away.
“Mine.”
“Yours,” I breathed. He felt so good. Better than Saturday. Not only because it had been the first time and it’d hurt some, but because he wasn’t wearing a condom. I didn’t know the sensation would be different. I felt more. How he grew as he fucked me. How he rolled his hips and hit delicious spots deep inside me.
I squeezed his hips between my legs. Tugged him closer with my heels. Rolled my hips up every time he filled me. Arched my back.
And cried out his name. Loud. So it got carried away on the wind outside.
I couldn’t say we came together, in some perfect harmony, because it wasn’t true. It was better. He found my clit, pinched it and I came, clenching him so hard that he had no control any longer and came right after.
I felt his cum fill me. The heat of it. The way he’dswelled right before he emptied in me. The rumble of his chest. The way he groaned and called out my name.
All of it.
I’d been lost, but I’d found my home not in a place, but in a person.
Shep Wilder was mine. Forever.
