Page 69 of The One I Love
It’s the intimacy. It’s the comfortable feeling of being like this with him. I’ve always hated my body. I never had curves. I only got boobs when I was pregnant. My body went from underdeveloped teenager to mom body with a stomach that was never tight in the blink of an eye. Doesn’t help when you have an ex who not only told you that he doesn’t find you attractive, but also goes out and seeks other women because you don’t do it for him.
Then there’s Shane. As I sit straddled on him, his hands gently sliding up and down my thighs, I can’t help but feelbeautiful. He makes me feel that way. Looking at him now, I see nothing but love and adoration in his eyes.
Love. I know he was going to say it earlier. I could tell it was on the tip of his tongue. But I’m glad he didn’t. Even though I do love him, I don’t know if I’m ready to say it out loud.
But I can show him.
I reach back behind me and take his hard cock in my hand. I give it a few slow strokes, which makes him tense for just a second until he relaxes into my touch. His eyes are closed, so he doesn’t see me as I lift up to center myself to him.
“Amelia. Wait.” His eyes open in an almost panic. “Hold on. I have a condom in my wallet.”
I shake my head. “Only unless you want it. I have an IUD. I’m clean and…I want to feel you, Shane.”
He sits straight up and grabs my face, crashing our lips together.
“Is that a yes?” I say though a smile.
Shane nods against me. “I want nothing more.”
He stays sitting up, lifting me up slightly so I can slide slowly onto him. I slowly sink onto him, and with every inch I feel more and more complete.
“Fuck, Amelia,” he moans, wrapping his big arms around me. “You feel so damn good.”
“So good,” I echo, loving the closeness we’re sharing right now. Neither of us are moving much, but it’s just enough for this moment. I never understood that phrase of “I don’t know where he ends and I begin.” But now I do. I now understand it.
And I don’t ever want it to end.
Shane slowly pulls me back and rolls me over, putting him back on top. Which is fine. My legs are still weak from the kitchen. Plus, I love it when he takes charge. The man knows mebetter than I know myself, inside the bedroom and out. Why wouldn’t I? Especially when he’s driving into me with such force, yet such tenderness, that I don’t know whether to scream or cry.
“Shane…”
His name from my lips only makes him go in deeper, which I didn’t know he could, but that’s what this has to be. That’s the only explanation for the fact that I swear I can feel him in my stomach. My back arches and my hips lift, giving it a whole new sensation that makes me immediately claw at his back. The poor man has to have scratches there, but he doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, it spurs him on more.
I feel my orgasm slowly start to build, but before I can settle into the feeling, Shane takes my leg and picks it up, only to cross it over my body, almost twisting me in half. This is new.
But I like it. I like it a lot.
Shane holds me in place as his pace picks up, bringing that orgasm back front and center as his new position has me panting and begging for more.
“Please, Shane,” I moan. “
“Give it to me,” he growls. “Give it to me now.”
Like his finger has some sort of magical powers, just a few circles over my clit, combined with his powerful thrusts, send me over the edge. My eyes were open, watching every second of this, but now they are officially rolled into the back of my head. Hell, I don’t think I was over the first one from earlier. Now with this? I’ve officially seen stars.
“Amelia!”
That’s the last word out of Shane’s mouth as he spills into me. As soon as he comes back to Earth, he slips my leg back down before he collapses on me, though somehow he keeps his weight off. I wish he wouldn’t. I want to feel him on top of me. Every inch of him covering every inch of me.
Our heavy breaths are all that’s in the room as Shane pullsout of me. I feel him crawl up the bed next to me, but I can’t open my eyes. I can barely move.
I think the man killed me tonight with orgasms. And love. We might not have said it, but I know that’s what this is. So I fall asleep to visions of Shane and I, me in that dress and him in that suit, and I have the best night’s sleep I’ve had in years.
Chapter 21
Shane
The morning lighthits my face, and I bask in the warmth. Normally I’d be upset I allowed myself to sleep in. But not today. I just spent the night with the woman I love. Her body is pressed behind me, doing all she can to be the big spoon despite the fact I’m much taller and bigger than she is. Her bed is warm, her skin is smooth, and I don’t see how anything can ruin today.
