Page 55 of Sharing Shane

“Take all the time you need,” he told her. His hands were on her hips, his grip going from bruising to caressing while he waited, patient and still until her body adjusted and she gave him a slight nod.

“Go slow,” she told him, and he eased forward another inch.

She winced, the burn and the pinch getting the better of her, and he stopped again.

“I’m going to pull out,” he told her, and she dug her hands harder into his chest.

“Stay,” she protested, and he frowned.

“I’m hurting you.”

“Only a little,” she assured him, but his frown only deepened. “I’ll be fine in a minute.”

“I don’t want you to be fine,” he said with a scowl. “I want you to enjoy this.”

“I will,” she promised, digging her fingers into his chest harder when he didn’t look like he believed her. “It’s just going to take a minute, that’s all. It would be better with lube, but I don’t have any.”

“I have lube.”

“You do?” she asked, wincing when he pulled free.

“Yeah.” He got off the bed and jogged over to the couch, rummaged around in his duffle bag, and came back with a small bottle of clear liquid.

“Why do you have lube?” she asked.

He flipped the cap open and poured a generous amount into his palm. “I fuck men. Men usually need lube.”

“Right,” she said faintly, her level of interest in why he carried lube fading as she watched him stroke it over his condom-covered cock.

He glanced at her. “Think that’ll do it?”

The latex gleamed, shiny and wet, but she held out her hand. “Give me a little”

He poured a small amount into her outstretched palm. “How’s that?”

“Good.” She brought her hand to her pussy, flinching when the cold liquid hit her heated flesh. She rubbed it into her labia to warm it up, then slid two fingers deep.

“Shit, that’s hot,” he muttered, his eyes locked on the hand tucked between her thighs.

“What’s hot? This?” she asked, her voice husky with renewed desire. She pulled her fingers out, spreading them apart so the opening of her cunt was clearly visible. A growl rumbled in his throat, thrilling her, and she swirled her fingers up to her clit. “Or this?”

“All of it,” he said, squeezing his dick. “Fuck yourself again.”

The graphic command made her blush but she obeyed, pushing her index and middle fingers deep and grinding the heel of her hand against her clit. “Like that?”

“Yeah.” He climbed onto the bed between her spread thighs, dick in hand, his eyes trained between her legs. “Spread yourself open.”

She pulled her fingers free, shuddering when her cunt clamped down like it didn’t want to let go, and using both hands, laid her fingertips on her lube-slick labia and pulled them apart. “Like this?”

“Yeah.” He was panting, his eyes glued to her pussy, open and shiny with lube. “Look at that pretty pink pussy.”

She had to swallow before she could speak. “Are you just going to look?”

His eyes darted to her face, dark and hot and just a little feral. “You ready?”

She nodded and licked her lips. “Yes.”

He inched up the mattress until his knees nudged her butt. “Lift up a bit,” he told her, and she planted her feet and raised her hips off the bed. When she lowered back down, her buttocks rested on his muscled thighs and his cock was so close to her pussy that his knuckles bumped against her as he stroked himself.

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