Even if my brain hadn’t registered his words, my pussy had. His mouth pressed into mine as his fingers pulled my jeans apart and then he drove his hands down the back, his hands cupping my ass underneath my panties. Then my muscles clenched once more, aching for his attention. But as he ended his kiss, he shoved my clothing down my legs before sliding his hands up my side and lifting my ass onto the top of the island.
We kissed again as his hands roamed my back before finding the clasp on my bra. He’d seen my breasts before but I wasn’t going to complain if he wanted to give them more attention. My brain wasn’t there and it would only prolong the agony I’d been feeling for hours now…but a little more wouldn’t hurt. As he peeled the bra off my body, though, his fingers merely brushed up against the nipples, teasing, and he began kissing my neck, my collarbone, and then my cleavage on his way down.
I glanced behind me because, even though his place seemed a tad stark, I couldn’t remember what I’d have to contend with if I chose to lie back. Behind me was a knife rack, a standing paper towel holder, and a cutting board. I didn’t want to push them to clear the way for my head, so I placed a hand to my side and behind for leverage so I could lean a little without actually lying down. My other hand was playing with the short hair at the base of his head as his kisses took him past my navel.
His hands brushed over my thighs then as he pushed them into a wider V, and he ran his thumb down my slit. He made a low sound of satisfaction, almost like a growl, before he looked up at me, his brow heavy over his twinkling eyes. He moved his head forward as he brushed his thumb slowly and with intent over my throbbing clit, and a sigh escaped my mouth as the promise of release approached.
I closed my eyes as he drew his tongue over that spot and I tried but failed to scoot my ass a little closer to the edge of the island. I felt like I was suctioned to the top of the counter and I would have had to lift myself up, breaking his tongue away from me—and that was the last thing I wanted. So in my slight discomfort I had to find a way to focus on the pleasure alone.
After a few more tongue strokes, it wasn’t hard to do. I’d closed my eyes and bitten my lip as my breathing deepened, and I felt my body get to that place of imminence, where I knew the orgasm was near. Each delicious stroke of his tongue brought it that much closer. But then he moved his hands to my ass and tried pulling me closer, discovering like I had that it was no easy task. But he slid his hands underneath my bottom and then pulled me closer to him before spreading my legs farther apart. I adjusted the hand I was leaning against and ran my fingers through his hair once more with the other as his tongue renewed its attack on my clit.
Breaking the action, though, he then let his tongue drift lower, and he darted it inside my pussy. He slid two fingers inside before gliding his tongue back up and then he began lashing me with that perfect weapon. A moan rumbled my throat as I felt my thighs begin to quiver and I forced them to stay open while Shane worked his magic on the one spot that mattered right now. In response, he increased the speed and pressure of his tongue against that throbbing spot until my entire world caved in around me, causing explosions in my head, making my entire body give up what it had been holding back. As wave after wave of pleasure pummeled my body, I continued to fight my legs to stay open and take whatever Shane had left to give while I let the rest of myself experience pure delight.
As my orgasm subsided, I realized I’d been quite vocal. Coming to my senses, I opened my eyes and saw the look of satisfaction on his face as he stood. “Are you ready to take me?”
Was I ready? I’d only been dying to feel him inside me for hours. But I was still out of breath and I hoped I could communicate all that with a nod. He reached in the back pocket of the jeans riding loosely around his ass and pulled a condom out of his wallet. Ah…a man who was always prepared. I had to respect that. He tossed the wrapper and wallet to the ground before pushing his jeans and underwear down a bit more. Within seconds, he’d rolled the condom on and sidled up to me, forcing himself inside my yearning body.
My involuntary moans began again, first as a whimper, and I realized I had another orgasm waiting at the ready. If he could just hit all the right spots with his steely cock, I could explode in the pleasure zone again. My entire body was hypersensitive now so it was also responsive to whatever he did down there. A second climax would not be a problem.
“God, you’re so tight.” I heard what sounded almost like a hum in his throat as he held me close, one hand at the base of my back, the other at my neck, just below the hairline. I wrapped my arms around him, sliding my hands inside the back of his jeans so I could squeeze his ass. His length inside me moving rhythmically returned me to that magic place once more, and my thighs began undulating against him as my brain screamed with delight.
“Yeah,” I heard him breathe and then he growled, giving in to an orgasm of his own.
We finished together, and I felt my body begin to cool, my breathing slow, but my heart continued to thud in my chest. His lips were nuzzled against my neck, his face buried in my hair, and part of me expected a moment of tenderness. Why, I didn’t know, because I hadn’t experienced that kind of behavior after animalistic lovemaking…but part of me yearned for that.
I wouldn’t admit it out loud.
He came close. His bearded chin brushed against my cheek as he brought his face close to mine. “I have to tell you something.”
My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach. Something about his tone told me this wasn’t that moment of sweetness I’d been yearning for. Oh, shit. Did he have some disease? What the hell would be so important that he’d have to tell me immediately after making love but that he hadn’t felt the need to divulge before?
“I, uh…I have a girlfriend.”
This was supposed to be just a release, just a quick wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am. We had our fun and would go our separate ways and that would be it.
So why the hell did that hurt? And what was I going to do next…?