Page 54 of Sharing Shane

They were warm, heated by his body, the hard metal a sharp contrast to the soft skin around them. She dragged her fingertip across the ball of the centermost stud, watching with fascination as the barbell rotated slightly. He hissed out a breath, and her gaze shot to his face.

The amusement was gone, buried in lust, and she felt an answering tug low in her belly. “You like that.”

“Yeah,” he said. “Do it harder.”

She did it harder, keeping her eyes on his face this time. An expression of pure, sensual bliss crossed his face, his eyes drifting shut as a moan slipped from his lips. “Again. Tug on it.”

She reached up with her other hand to grasp his shaft to hold it steady. It was both hard and soft, velvet over steel, and she couldn’t resist giving him a stroke as she pinched the tiny barbell between her fingertips and gave it a short, firm tug.

“Fuck.” His hips surged forward, shoving his dick through her fist, and she tightened her grip.

Veronica rose to her knees, wanting the leverage, and settled on her haunches at the edge of the mattress. She continued to work her hands, stroking and squeezing with her left and playing with the piercings with her right, watching with fascination as his dick got harder and the tip got redder. It was starting to drip, fluid bubbling up and running down the underside so her stroking hand grew slick and sticky.

She glanced up at his face, a rush of purely sexual power hitting her when she saw his expression of pleasure-filled agony. She continued to stroke, her left hand gliding up and down his shaft, aided by the pre-come that was now flowing freely down his shaft, while her right tugged and rolled and rubbed at the piercings.

The difference in textures was delightful, from the soft, spongy head to the hard, slick metal of the piercings. She slid her hand over them hard, loving his harsh moan, then oh so slowly, hooked her fingernail behind the ball of the center piercing and gently, steadily, pulled.

Then she squealed as the world turned upside down, righting again when she hit the bed with a thump. He came down on top of her, strong hands spreading her thighs apart as he settled on his belly between them. “Did I hurt you?”

He stared up at her from between her thighs with blazing eyes. “No, you almost made me come.”

“Oh.” She was panting so hard she could barely hear him, so turned on she could barely think. Seeing his face framed between her thighs was so hot. “Isn’t that a good thing?”

“No,” he replied, his voice so deep and rough she’d swear the bed vibrated. “I don’t want to come until I’m inside you.”

“Then get inside me,” she ordered and reached down to drag him up.

“Uh-uh.” He shook his head, his hair tickling the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. “You’re not ready.”

Not ready? She nearly rolled her eyes. If she got any more ready, she’d be done. “Trust me, I am.”

“Trust me, you’re not,” he replied.

“Hey,” she said with a scowl. “I think I know when I’m ready or not—oh, shit!”

He chuckled against her pussy, and his teeth scraped gently against her clit again. “Want me to stop?”

“I’ll kill you if you do,” she told him and dug her fingers into his hair.

He laughed again, the vibrations making her squirm, then he stuck out his tongue and dragged it from her taint to her clit in one long, thick lick that stole her breath.

Then he went to work.

Nibbles and licks, sucks and flicks, he destroyed her with tongue and teeth and lips until she was hanging on the edge of madness. Her hips ground up into his face as she tried to push herself over, but he kept her hovering there, a panting, desperate, whimpering mess of a woman until she wanted to flip him over and ride his face into oblivion.

She would have if she’d had the strength. But all she could do was yank his hair harder and hitch her hips higher and choke out, “Harder, more. More, I’m close I’m close, fuck fuck fuck.”

Apparently this display of sexual desperation was the signal he was waiting for because he suddenly shoved two fingers deep in her clutching pussy and rubbed the flat of his tongue hard just above her clit and she went off like a rocket.

When she could see and hear again, she opened her mouth to speak—to say what, she wasn’t sure, probably something along the lines of “thank you for the amazing orgasm, now put your dick in me already”—and then he put his dick in her already.

Nine

“Oh my God,” Veronica choked out, her hands coming up to dig into his chest. He was thick and hard inside her, and even though he was moving slow the pressure was intense. “Shit, shit, shit.”

Shane froze, his jaw clenched and his eyes worried. “Do I need to stop?”

She shook her head wildly, hair tangling on the pillow as she struggled to catch her breath. “No, no. Just give me a minute, okay?”

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