Page 100 of Catch and Release

“Shawn,” she whimpered. “Please.”

Bringing it back to her core, he rested it against her entrance tauntingly as she tried to grind against it. He pressed her hips down, forcing her to still as he continued to tease her.

“Remind me again what you think about when you use this, Willa,” Shawn said.

Willa whimpered.

“You,” she said between pants. “Always you.”

He plunged it inside her and she screamed, her body convulsing. He thrust it in and out of her at a tauntingly slow place, watching her body trembling, her breathless whimpers piercing the gentle buzz of the vibrator. God, she was fucking gorgeous like this. Naked and screaming, completely at his mercy. His body begged him to touch her—to take off his clothes and tangle his limbs in hers.

But not yet.

Keeping his pace steady, he slowly knelt before her. Her eyes widened as she realized what he was doing. He hovered his mouth over her clit and she moaned. She tasted so fucking good, like absolute perfection. He’d die a happy man for tasting her more times than he could count. He licked her softly, slowly picking up the pace of the vibrator’s thrusts with his hand. Then he buried his face in her, sucking and licking her clit, putting an increasing amount of pressure on it in tune with the thrusts of the vibrator.

Her body grew taut, then loose as she orgasmed, screaming his name and burying her face into the bed.

“I love watching you come,” Shawn growled as he tugged his shirt over his head. He smirked as Willa’s eyes dipped from his face to his chest and torso. She licked her lips. “See something you like?”

She blushed and nodded as he took his pants off.

His erection sprang free as he tugged his boxer briefs down, a bead of pre-cum dripping from the head of his cock. He grabbed a pillow and tucked it under Willa’s lower back, then hovered over her, grinding against her entrance. Her arousal coated his cock, and she groaned as she sought friction against him.

“Shawn, please,” she panted.

He thrust his cock inside her, and she instantly clenched around him. Their naked limbs tangled together, a welcome relief after he’d made her come with every item of his clothing still on. Her soft, warm body pressed against his as he thrust into her painfully slowly, savoring the tightness of her pussy.

He pressed his lips gently to hers as he increased the speed of his thrusts, the pillow underneath her giving him the perfect angle to slide so deep into her that he perfectly hit her G spot. Her eyes glazed over as he rested his forehead against hers.

Willa was perfect like this. Relaxed from her earlier orgasm while desperately seeking the bliss of another. Taking his cock like she was fucking built for him. Completely bare and vulnerable before him, her auburn hair messily splayed out around her head. Her freckles had increased over the summer—all that time in the sun had given her more, and he fucking loved it.

But mostly, he loved the way she looked at him. Like she was hungry and satiated all at once. With tenderness and ferocity.

“I’ll do everything I can to earn your trust, Greene,” he said as her legs started trembling underneath the weight of a building orgasm. “Just know that you’re it for me. You’re all I want. This perfect pussy is mine. You’re mine. And I’m yours.”

She screamed with the power of another orgasm, and he followed after her as her pussy milked his cock perfectly. He collapsed on top of her, unwilling to pull out of her just yet.

He stiffened.

“Fuck,” he said. “I forgot to use a condom.”

He pulled out of her immediately and buried his face in his hands.

“It’s okay,” Willa said softly, sitting up and wrapping her arms around his center.

“No, it’s not,” Shawn said. “You asked me to wear a condom every time, and I?—”

“I don’t care anymore.” He looked at her, eyes wide. Willa sighed. “I only made up that rule because… I guess, on some level, I thought it would help me not catch feelings. Obviously, that didn’t work out.”

She smirked at him, and his shoulders dropped with relief. “I thought you were worried that after my sexual history, I’d be… unclean.”

“You told me you aren’t,” she responded.

“Still,” he said. “I just thought…”

“I don’t care about your past, Shawn,” Willa said. “I just care about this. Right here. Right now.”

He beamed at her and tugged her into his lap, pressing a kiss on her forehead. She rested her head on his shoulder for a moment before standing up, grabbing his hand, and leading him into the bed.

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