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"Where are you going?" My voice sounded needy. I wasn't usually demanding in bed, but Shawn's gentle, attentive lovemaking made me crave him and nothing else.
He chuckled, his blue gaze boring into mine. “I just want to get out of these clothes so I can feel your skin against mine.”
He climbed out of bed, and my breath hitched as I watched him. His jacket came off first, displaying his black shirt pulled taut against his skin. He kept his eyes on me, specifically on my center. His exposed cock jerked, and I gulped. I loved having Shawn inside me, but his size was still daunting. The shirt came off next, showing off his bare, ripped chest.
Naked Shawn made me want to touch myself, so I did. His nostrils flared, and his eyes narrowed, making him look ravenous. My mouth ticked up, and I slid a finger between my lips. A moan escaped me, and I struggled to keep my eyes open. Knowing Shawn watched me sent my pulse racing. With his eyes on me, he took his cock in his hand and stroked it. No words passed between us, but the tension in the air was thick, heavy.
I pressed my thumb to my clit, and it tingled. "Shawn..."
“Yes, sweetheart,” he said huskily.
I took my left nipple between my thumb and finger and pinched it. “I want you inside me.”
He growled, and the bed dipped as he knelt on the edge. His eyes were glued to where I pleasured myself. “Inside your pussy?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
My heart raced, and I licked my lips, eyes on his. "I want you inside my pussy."
In one swift motion, he was right before me. He pulled my hand away from my center, and I watched wide-eyed as he licked my fingers clean. His low, appreciative groan rocked me.
I reached up and pulled his face to mine, kissing him and tasting my essence. He held me close and kissed me deeper, sweeping his tongue into my mouth and tangling his fingers in my hair. Breathlessly, I reached for his cock and stroked him. He jerked into my touch, thrusting into my fingers, his precum rubbing onto my lower belly.
Suddenly, I wanted to taste his cock. Take him so deep in my throat that it would choke me. I broke off from the kiss and licked down his strong neck to his flat nipples and across his abs. Just before I could take him into my mouth, he grabbed me by the arms and spun me around so my back was to him.
“I won't last if you do that, Violet,” he said tightly. “I want you on all fours.”
My heart rammed against my ribs, excitement shaking my limbs. His palm pressed down on my back. I allowed him to position me, and he stopped when my face met the pillows. More pillows came to sit below my belly, propping me up.
“Look at that,” he rasped. “So wet and ready.”
I felt the prod of his cock at my entrance. He eased in the tip, eased out, then pushed all the way in with a grunt. His weight pressed my hips against the pillows, and my sensitive clit rubbed against the fabric. I whimpered, wiggling against him, encouraging him to fuck me harder so I could get my release.
“No, sweetheart.” He fell forward. His large arms braced on the bed on either side of my head to keep his weight off me. “Slow and steady.”
As he promised, he kept up a slow rhythm. Pulling out all the way and then driving back in, inch by slow inch. Sliding my hair away from my face, he kissed my cheek, bit my earlobe, and licked my neck.
“So fucking sweet,” he murmured.
I closed my eyes and basked in his warmth. He was everywhere. Inside me. Around me. His scent in my lungs. His skin on mine. His voice in my ear. Giving me pleasure. Telling me how much he cared. I'd never felt so possessed yet satisfied. Like I was right where I needed to be, and anywhere else would be a mistake.
His slow pace kept me on the precipice of orgasm, stretching out the motions, so I was nearly there but couldn’t quite reach it. When I was near tears with need, he increased the pace, his hips slapping against mine. Groaning, he rose from my back. I turned to see him, eyes closed, jaw tense, hands braced around my hips, thrusting away.
I fisted the sheets and fought against the scream building in my throat. Shawn never cared if I screamed or left scratches on his back, but this felt different.
He leaned back into me, his forehead pressed against my neck. “Let it out, sweetheart, don't hold back.”
“How did you—”
The words died in my throat as Shawn worked a hand under my body. His fingers found my clit easily, and he flicked.
“Oh...” I moaned breathlessly. “Shawn.”
His response was a kiss and a faster pace with his fingers. Everything combined—his fingers on my clit, his driving cock, and his warm kisses sent me over the edge.
My body curled and flexed beneath him, and a shrill cry filled the room. With a firm hand around my waist, Shawn held onto me, fucking into me.
