Page 47 of Saving Shepperd

“My God,” I whispered into her ear while kissing and licking her there. “You are stunning, Shepperd.”

“Thank you,” she said between the little mewls and sighs she treated me with. “That feels so good.”

“Tell me what you like,” I growled. My blood was thrumming in my veins, and my dick was harder than it had ever been.

I just wanted to worship her. I wanted to show her how amazing I would make her feel every time we were together. From a very young age, I became fascinated by women’s bodies. Not that I sexualized every female I saw, but I admired the differences between the way men and women were built. The way a woman’s waist nipped in on the sides and created that alluring hourglass silhouette. Or the way a woman’s neck was long and graceful compared to a man’s muscular, thick one that was designed to carry heavy burdens.

She put a little space between our bodies, but I didn’t approve of that. At all. I gripped her waist in both hands and pulled her right back against my body.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I teased before planting a long, deep kiss on her mouth.

The way this woman kissed was driving me crazy. First, she teased a little with her lips on mine, the top and then the bottom, before she plunged into the experience with so much passion it felt like our lips would fuse.

“I was trying to see your face better. I couldn’t tell if you were serious or just saying sexy things.” Her voice had become low and husky and, if possible, even sexier than it normally was.

“Christ, even your voice is sexy.” I gave her a playfully menacing look. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Well, that wouldn’t be much fun, would it?” she replied, and we both smiled. “Especially before I get some of this.” She reached for the obvious erection pressing on the fabric of my pants, but I intercepted her dainty hand before she made contact.

“No. Not yet,” I directed and quickly reminded myself to dial it back a little. I maneuvered her to my bed and instructed, “Lie back, baby. I want you completely naked.” I gently pushed her by the shoulders after she sat on the edge of the mattress, then crawled over her and took a few seconds to admire her beauty again. I shook my head a little trying hard to figure out what it was about this woman that had me so tied up in knots.

Throughout the years, I’d had plenty of women in my bed. Maybe by some standards, more than my fair share. But I never felt this all-consuming need to possess a woman like the way I was feeling in that moment. Something about this blond bombshell laid out before me was doing things I couldn’t make sense of.

Keeping my head on straight and playing it cool became my biggest challenge. I continually reminded myself to go slow to not freak her out. Once we had more time as a couple beneath our belts, I would talk to her about the side of me that was more dominant than I had been letting her see. I knew a lot of trauma survivors responded well to particular aspects of the BDSM lifestyle, so it could turn out to fit very well in our relationship.

Relationship…

Crazy to think that’s what we were building here. This was our very first night together, and it had to be perfect. I was so out of my element with this. I kept getting lost in my own thoughts. I didn’t typically entertain doubt while fucking a woman, but the stakes had never been this high. I really wanted this to work out.

“Law?” Shepperd’s voice brought me back to the here and now. “You okay?”

“Yeah, baby.” I nodded. “I’m so good I’m having trouble wrapping my head around it.”

Shepperd made the cutest gesture by lifting her arms to me, inviting me closer to her on the bed.

So, with a satisfied smile on my face, I covered her body with my own. I was careful not to crush her beneath my much larger frame and studied her expression.

“Is this okay?” I asked while kissing along her neck.

“Mmm, yes. More than okay.” She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me back a fraction of an inch. “You’re not going to set me off, Law. I’m here. I’m present. I promise.” She gave me that shy smile that melted my heart and made my stomach flip at the same time. My smile matched hers before I pressed my lips to hers once more.

“Tonight we’ll go nice and slow. Get to know each other’s do’s and don’ts,” I explained while kissing a path toward her breasts.

She arched into my affection, and I latched on to her dusty pink nipple. The stiff bud felt so perfect in my mouth, I had to pause and suck—and then suck harder. She moaned a low, throaty sound so I did it again. I used my tongue to draw a slick path from her nipple to the sensitive underside of her breast.

Her vocal approval gave me the green light to continue my exploration. Her tits weren’t big, but they were surprisingly ample for how thin her frame was. If she were older, I might have suspected she had implants, but based on the feel of her flesh when I kneaded and squeezed her mounds, she was as real as they came.

“Ohhh,” she sighed as I moved down her body.

“Feel good, baby?”

“So good,” she whispered. “I suspect you don’t really need my praise to know that, though.”

That was the first slightly insecure comment she’d made, so I locked eyes with her from where I was licking and nibbling the skin on her flat belly. Instead of getting defensive from my stern look, she melted me with a little smile, so I went back to enjoying my mission.

Her pants had to go. Immediately. I felt possessed by the need to see her completely bare. I sat back on my heels and unfastened the button and zipper at her waist. Using my flat palms, I spread the fabric open on each side, exposing delicate light-blue panties that matched the bra she had been wearing. I might have actually whimpered when I discovered they were my favorite thong style.

“You’re so fucking sexy, girl. I’m going insane here.” I had to palm my cock through my pants to gain some sort of control. I felt like a high school boy, I was so excited. Like this would be the first pussy I’d ever touched or tasted.

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