Page 71 of Shattered

After squeezing and kneading her ass, I reach a little lower and lift her into my arms. I walk a few steps until I reach the bed, then lower our bodies to the mattress, never separating from her.

Crystal blue eyes look up at me, hazy but expectant, and her blonde hair is splayed out in a mess around her head. I’m running completely on instinct here. Despite not being a virgin, I am, by no means, experienced and barely remember my one and only time with someone.

Running my hands down the smooth skin of her side, I pause when I reach the hem of her underwear, sliding my finger under the material and watching her reaction.

She does some exploring of her own, lifting her hands to feel my stomach, gliding them over my chest and shoulders, then down my arms, as if needing to feel every inch of me. But when I don’t move my fingers any further, she surprises me by taking hold of my wrist and pushing my hand into her panties, silently urging me to continue.

I shove all the way inside her underwear until my hand is between her legs and only stop when my fingers reach her wet center. A stuttered breath escapes my lips at the feel of it, and I watch as her eyes fall shut, her chest moving faster beneath me. I slide my fingers up and down, exploring the feel of her pussy, taking note of what she does and how she sounds when I touch or rub her in certain areas. I keep going when she appears to like something.

Keeping my palm pressed against her, I find her opening and slowly slip a finger in. A gasp leaves her, and at the same time, her eyes fly open.

“Is this okay?” It’s a tight fit, and it makes my cock throb at the thought of being inside her.

“Yes,” she whispers.

I continue pumping my finger, slowly at first, while pushing harder against her with my palm. I only move faster when she starts making these breathy sounds that make my blood sizzle. She starts squirming, moving her pelvis in time with my hand, and I don’t remember my cock ever feeling this hard.

I stare at her, fucking mesmerized by how alluring she looks as she succumbs to her pleasure.

A minute later, the sexiest moan comes from her lips, making me just about come in my pants. I feel her muscles grip my finger as she orgasms, her body shaking with rapture. I watch every second of it, unable to even blink because I don’t want to miss a thing.

Only when her death grip on my arms loosens, and her orgasm subsides, do I remove my hand from her underwear.

Looking up at me with hooded eyes, she smiles. “I guess I’m not the only one with magic fingers.”

I bring those same fingers to my mouth and lick her intoxicating taste off them, wiping the smile right off her face. Then I lean down and kiss her again, letting her taste herself on my tongue.

Her hands move up to my hair and she tugs on the strands, sending a groan from my chest into her mouth.

“Take your panties off,” I whisper.

I maneuver to the side and push my boxer briefs down as she pushes her underwear off. Her breath hitches when my cock comes into view, but I’m too fucking gone to get an ego about it, and instead, I bring her hand down to touch me, desperately needing the relief. She tentatively wraps her fingers around me, and that sensation alone brings a grunt from my throat, pleasure already sparking in my abdomen.

Feeling a little more confident after my reaction, she squeezes tighter and starts stroking me.

I’m so hot and heavy in her hand, so damn hard I can hardly think straight.

Sienna continues driving me wild with only the touch of her hand, but the need to be inside her becomes unbearable. Plus, I don’t want to come in her hand.

I grab her wrist to stop her, and when she unfurls her fingers from around my cock, I reach for my nightstand, pulling open the drawer. Her eyes latch on to every movement, tracking my hands as they open the new box and then roll a condom on. My body is fucking vibrating, my hands are shaking, and my heart is beating out of my chest.

“You’re sure?” My voice is raspy and heavy with need. But I will stop if she wants to.

“Yes. Are you?”

I don’t answer with words; instead, I kiss her again, moving into position with my lower half pressed between her thighs, cock at her entrance, and upper body held up by my elbows.

Leaning down, I kiss her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, her chin, then her lips again, just as I push the tip of my cock in.

“Are you okay?” I practically groan out the question, the sensation of my tip being squeezed almost too much to handle. She nods but doesn’t speak, and her body feels stiff beneath me. “Breathe, Sunflower. I’m going to push in some more. Can you spread your legs further for me?”

After taking in a deep breath, she opens her legs, giving me a look that can only be described as complete trust and adoration. I kiss her thoroughly again, pushing my tongue in to slide with hers, and at the same time, I press my hips forward, swallowing the cry that comes from her mouth.

I’m not even all the way in yet, but it’s obviously enough to be painful. My cock is throbbing, aching to continue, and I have to force myself to calm down.

I pull back, looking at her pinched expression with concern, stroking her hair and cheek. “Sunflower, baby, look at me.” She slowly pries her eyes open, and the light sheen to them has my chest squeezing. “Are you still with me? Do you want me to stop?”

“It hurts,” she says quietly, lifting her hands to slide down my back. “But I don’t want you to stop. Push all the way in.”

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