Page 62 of Shameless

Sex with Jules and Crew is hot and exciting but with Stefan it’s different.

The heat and excitement are there too, but there’s something else. A feeling of belonging, of coming home.

It’s as if Stefan and I are two halves of the same soul and when we come together, I feel complete.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers, cupping one of my tits with his big, calloused hand.

He pinches my taut, sensitive nipple between his index and middle fingers as he feels the weight of my breast in his hand, kneading my skin in a hot massage.

“You’re perfect too, Stef.”

He’s hard for me, his length resting against my stomach as my fingers close around the base of his erection.

“That feels good,” he says, closing his eyes and moving his hips in perfect tempo with the languid stroke of my hand.

“I want you, Stef,” I beg and he smiles.

“I’m yours, Jumps. I’ve always been and nothing will ever change that.”

“Then fuck me.” I demand, nipping at his bottom lip in the way I know drives him crazy.

He lines up with me but rather than entering me the way I expect, he drags his hard shaft over my slit, teasing my clit with the smooth skin of his cockhead.

“You’re so wet for me. So soft.”

The friction between his hard-on and my clit makes me see stars, but I want—I need more and I squirm, grabbing his hips to guide him home.

“Someone’s impatient,” Stefan chuckles. “I’m trying to make this good for you, Jumps. It’s called foreplay.”

A frustrated groan escapes my lips when he resists my attempts to get him inside me. “I know, but I’m ready for more, Stef. I’m already so close and I want to come with you inside me.”

The cocktease chuckles again. “And you will. But you’re a girl, you don’t really need much time between orgasms. You can come with me rubbing your perfect, little clit and then you can come again around my cock.”

His plan sounds perfect, but my body has a different agenda and my need for him is too intense to let him tease me. “We can do the foreplay stuff later. We can go back into my room and spend all night in my bed, driving each other crazy. But I need you now, Stef.”

He lowers his head to take my lips in a bruising kiss. “Fine. Who am I to deny you what’s yours?” he says, breaking the kiss too soon.

Stefan doesn’t give me a chance to respond, he slams inside me with one hard, fast thrust.

“Oh, fuck.” I gasp.

I’m so wet that my arousal was dripping down my thighs but Stefan is definitely on the larger side of big, so his sudden invasion burns as my inner walls contract around his hard length.

It’s a good burn, the best kind.

“Is that what you wanted, beautiful?” he asks, retreating just a little bit to sink straight back into me with a snap of his hips.

“Yeah,” I pant, contracting my muscles around him again and again. “Please don’t stop, Stefan. Don’t you dare stop.”

He repeats the movement, thrusting harder and deeper each time and I melt around him.

My heart is thundering in my ears and a delicious ache builds deep inside me. My muscles tense up as I move my hips in synch with Stefan’s thrusts.

Every time he sinks back into me, the pleasure is so intense that it seems impossible for it to feel better. Only, it does.

My nerve endings are on fire, ready to burst any second now.

“You’re so tight,” Stefan moans, his fingers digging into my hips. “I’m going to come, Lula. Are you going to come with me?”

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