Page 72 of Shifting Gears

As he pulled out of me, he lowered his mouth to the swells of my breasts, kissing and nipping. His lips covered one of my nipples, and he sucked, tugging it. I brought my hands down and wrapped them around his lower back, my nails digging into his toned skin as he leaned back up and kissed my lips.

I moaned into his mouth as I felt his hard cock slip between my pussy lips once more, gliding in and out at a faster pace this time.

As he slammed in deeper, I whimpered under him, wrapping my leg around his ass, trying to draw him even more into me. As if that was even possible.

His fingers worked my clit in tight, fast circles, making me writhe underneath him.

The heat in my body was building to impossible heights. I was getting so close.

“You like it when I’m a little rough, don’t you?” His voice poured over my entire body like a warm shower. It was comforting, euphoric even.

He was intent on making sure I felt every second, every stroke, every burn of his body against mine.

I nodded, my eyes heavy with desire, looking up into his. “Yes, I do.”

He grinned, wicked and dangerous, and my pussy clenched around his cock as he slammed into me harder. “Good. ’Cause I’m not stopping till your legs are shaking.”

Then he surged back up, dragging my ankles upward and over his shoulders. His mouth crashed against mine as he bent me and absolutely pounded into my pussy with renewed vigor. I moaned into him, breath stolen, pulse thundering. I was trembling, and my orgasm ripped through me like an avalanche thundering down Mount Fuji.

The way he touched me, held me,lookedat me—like I was someone who was worth pleasing—that was what undid me most.

With a few last thrusts, AJ moaned against my neck as he came. I could feel his warm cum filling me deep inside, and I was thankful that I’d been on birth control for many years because, as fast as things had happened tonight, I had completely forgotten about the condoms in my nightstand drawer.

AJ gently slid his dick out of me as he kissed me one last time. This kiss was almost sweet. An unspoken understandingthat what had just happened was exactly what we’d needed for a while now.

I smiled at him as he untangled my legs from his shoulders. A few minutes later, he was carrying me into the shower. I held on to his neck as he turned the water on, and we waited for it to heat up.

I nuzzled into his neck as I rested my head on his shoulder. “That was …”

“Fun?” he offered with a chuckle as the steam from the shower wrapped around us like a warm blanket.

I nodded with a laugh. “Yeah.”

He stepped into the water and gently lowered me to my feet.

The water was warm, but AJ’s hands, grazing over the curves of my body, were hot. I felt grounded, lost in the moment, at the way he pressed against my back, hands rubbing down my arms, his lips brushing the slope of my shoulder.

“You good?” he murmured, voice lower, softer now, like all the fire inside him had burned itself out and left glowing embers behind.

I nodded, leaning into him. “More than good.”

He reached around me, grabbing the body wash, lathering it between his palms before bringing his hands to my skin. Slow. Careful. He started at my collarbone, massaging the soap in slow circles, then went down over my chest, between my breasts. His thumbs lingered over my nipples, and he rubbed them in gentle circles.

“I like seeing you like this,” he said, mouth brushing my ear.

I shivered as warmth flooded between my thighs again.

He kissed the side of my neck, then crouched slightly, his hands working over my thighs, my calves. When he stood, I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck. Our foreheads touched, water trickling down between us.

“You didn’t have to do all that,” I whispered, but I was so happy he had. That was the first time a man had ever cared for me after sex before.

He kissed my lips, deliberate and sweet this time. “Yeah, I did.”

We stood there under the water, skin to skin, as it washed away the night. After a few more stolen moments, I pushed past him and out of the shower, grabbing a fresh towel. I wrung out my hair and dried off my body, and then I walked out and sat back on my bed.

The water turned off, and AJ got out of the shower.

I peered over at AJ as he stood in my bathroom, rubbing a towel through his wet hair. The fresh tat on his body made me think about Raven, and I smiled.

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