Page 40 of The Shadow

“Yeah, I’ve got my hands on your naked body.” I slide them around, cupping her breasts. “I just had the best blow job of my fucking life.” I nip her earlobe while I pinch down on both of her nipples, making her hiss. “And when we’re done with this shower, I’m going to explore every fucking inch of you with my tongue.”

Her back arches against me, her hands coming around to grab for me as I continue to toy with her breasts.

“I warned you,” I murmur, pinching down hard until she hisses, causing her nails to dig into my waist. “I had a healthy appetite before you and now that I’ve had your pussy on my tongue, baby, I’m going to be insatiable.”

I reach around her, my tongue in her mouth, her hands on my body, and flip the water off.

“You’re clean enough.” I dry her off, squeezing the excess water from her hair as I look at her in the mirror. “Besides, you’re about to just get filthy again.”

“Filthy?”

I grab her towel from her and toss it to the floor with mine before picking her up and walking her into the bedroom where I lay her gently on my bed so that I can look down at her body.

“For the next”—I look over at the bedside clock—“twelve hours at least, you’re not leaving this bedroom until I’ve had my fill of you.”

“And after you’ve had your fill of me?” she asks as I lean forward and begin to trail my lips over her skin.

“The only way I’ll ever have my fill of you”—I drag my hand up her inner thigh until I reach her already wet center—“is if I’m dead.”

“Ohh.” She lets out a little moan when I breach her entrance, my finger sliding all the way inside.

“You have no idea what that sound does to me.” I don’t increase my pace; I just add another finger. “Every time I hear you moan or gasp”—I lean forward and flick her nipple with my tongue, eliciting another response from her—“it makes me wonder how loud you’ll be when my cock is inside you. Stretching you. Filling you.” I curl my fingers, her body beginning to squirm. She’s right there; another thirty seconds and I’ll have her flooding my face with her sweet juices, but I don’t want her to yet. “You think you can handle me now, Aspen?”

“Ye-yesss.” She twitches, her orgasm so close, but I don’t let her come. I pull my fingers from her slowly, bringing them to my lips as she whimpers in frustration.

“Spread your thighs for me, baby.” I position myself over her, her legs falling open as I drag the tip of my cock up her pussy to her clit, repeating the process before sliding my tip just inside of her.

“Your voice,” she purrs, her nails digging into my chest.

“What about my voice?” I slide in an inch farther and when she opens her mouth to gasp, I kiss her.

“It does things to me.” She groans when I slide out and back in, her hands pulling me back down to kiss her.

“Fuck,” I pant when I pull back. “Your tongue does things to me.” My words are strained as I slide in even deeper this time, a long moan from her joining me. I kiss her again, deeper, longer, dragging my teeth down to her breasts as I slide farther in. “Wicked things like make me want to fuck you mercilessly over”—my cock nudges deeper inside her—“and over.” My hands grab hers, pinning them above her as I go just a little deeper. “And over again.”

Her cries grow louder, in time with my strokes, but she begs me not to stop.

“I’m not even all the way inside you.” I keep her hands above her head, my other hand grabbing her ass and tilting her hips upward.

“Oh God!” Her hands tug against the restraint of my hand but I keep her hips elevated as my hips resume their movement.

“How do you like to be fucked? Do you like this, slower, longer strokes?” I don’t expect a response from her. Her eyes are barely open at this point and when they are, they’re rolling to the back of her head as her mouth falls open with a sound that can only be described as pure fucking ecstasy. “Or do you like it rougher? Harder? Faster?”

My voice is strained, my body on the verge of losing control. I lean forward, taking her lips with mine in long slow kisses that have us both moving against each other to get to the finish line.

“Yes, ohhh, I’m going to coooo—” Her back arches one last time, her hands tugging so hard against my grip on them I’m worried she’s going to hurt herself. Her hips thrust upward, my hand sliding between us to prolong her pleasure by pressing against her clit.

I’m right behind her. I pull back to look down at her one last time, her eyes glassy, her lips swollen and pink like her nipples. Finally, I release her hands, dragging one of my own down to her hips where I grip her tightly, pulling out just as my release hits a pinnacle.

“Fuck! Oh fuck, baby.” I bark the words, gripping the base of my cock tightly as I pull out and flood her belly and tits with my cum. “Goddamn, I can’t stop.” My cock twitches and pulses with the final drops of my release.

After we both catch our breath, I walk to the bathroom to grab a towel to clean her.

I fall forward onto my hands, framing her body, softly kissing her lips, jaw, and neck as I reach for her wrists.

“Fuck, did I hurt you?” I kiss the red marks on her wrists, trailing my lips over any part of her exposed skin.

“A little,” she says finally, her voice thick with lust as she stares up at me, heavy-lidded. “But… I liked it.” Her teeth drag slowly over her bottom lip.

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