Page 84 of Catching Our Moment
His voice deepened. “I’ve had dreams—dirty, teasingly orgasmic dreams. Imagining how you’d look under me, over me…but not knowing your scent or the way you taste. Never knowing how you sounded.”
I was done with descriptions. I yanked him closer to me and slipped my hand into his sweats.
“You know girls have dirty dreams too,” I said. “Now shut up and make them real.”
His eyes grew wide as he guided my hand to the bulge in his pants, showing me what he wanted, moving my hand up and then down. Because he was still standing over me, I was granted a gorgeous view as he let my wandering fingers explore him. Obviously wanting to prove himself useful, he drew his shirt up and off, giving me an eye-level view of his abs and the cock that was now peeking out from his pants.
“Yes…” I drawled. Damn, was this empowering. There was over two hundred pounds of muscular, elite athlete standing in front of me. A man whose job involved aggression and physical dominance. And I had him literally in my hand.
I licked my lips, staring up at him. “You okay?”
He shook his head, his lips thinned.
I tilted my head, continually stroking him slowly, up and down. “Shaw.” I deepened my voice. “Get. On. This. Bed.”
He yanked my hand out of his pants then gently pushed me down. I crawled back over the bed as he followed, crawling on all fours over my body—like a predator.
The slightest wince flashed over his face—his shoulder wasn’t as healed as he wanted everyone to believe. As he hovered over me, he said, “Bossy…even now.”
I ran my hands over his chest, marveling at the definition and hair he’d never had before. I reached up to kiss a nipple and felt my jeans loosen. While I’d been busy admiring his body, he’d undone my pants and was tugging them off. Only, the movement didn’t happen without some wincing as it caused him to support his weight on his bad shoulder.
That wouldn’t do. I knifed up, pushing him onto his back. “I don’t think you will complain,” I said. “At least I hope not.”
I shimmied out of my jeans, my panties still in place, and slung a leg over his hip before I realized his pants were still on. Still, straddling him connected his hardness to my center, and before long, we were both making obscene noises that would definitely qualify as dirty if we had been capable of forming words.
His pelvis and mine moved in a rhythm that was a prequel of what was to come. He moved his mouth away from mine, pushing me up so he could trail kisses down my chest. He whispered, “Are we doing this?”
I took off my expensive bra and tossed it aside—it had done its job. “Yeah, we are doing this. I dare you try to pull me off you now,” I said, grinning.
“Not a chance.” His eyes were fixed on my breasts as he reached out, gently cupping one of them and stroking his thumb over it…before he took me in his mouth.
The sensation of his lips on my nipple was so intense I almost lost my mind. I threw back my head as I wrapped my arms around him, essentially burying his face in my breasts.
Both of his hands played with my breasts as he suckled, and I continued to gyrate over him until he slipped one hand down my belly, and a thumb went into my panties.
“Oh, Shaw…” I clamped my hand over the hand in my panties, and he pulled his face out from between my breasts to stare up at me. My breathing was so heavy, the sensations rushing through me so intense…I needed a moment to breathe. I wanted to be naked with him, I wanted him inside me, but fuck I never wanted his hand to move from that one spot.
My eyes struggled to stay open, and his pressure and rhythm increased. “Not yet…” I weakly protested.
“We got all night. I want to watch you.”
He sucked the other nipple in his mouth, applying the smallest pressure with his glorious thumb, and that put me over. My hand clamped over his, and I cried out his name as he drew out the best orgasm I’d ever had. And technically, we still had our pants on.
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Shaw
“Ride it out, honey,” I said with the minimal breath left in my lungs. I had to remind my heart to beat because I was sure it had stopped. That moment would be tattooed on my brain forever. Shudders continued to run through her body, and my dick was out of patience and about to rebel.
She slumped over me as I pulled my hand from her panties, and our breathing synced. I caressed her back, memorizing every detail of that moment so it would always be with me.
“I think you’ve destroyed me.”
I chuckled. “Not quite.” The heat between me and her wetness was causing my dick to demand we pick things up. Kelcie slowly pushed up on me again, and holy shit…I needed her to stop riding me before I embarrassed myself.
She trailed a hand down my chest to my boxers. “My turn.” The confident grin she shot me as she gripped my dick, the way she trailed herself down my abdomen, was mesmerizing.
I wouldn’t survive getting past her lips. “Kelcie, I don’t think I can…”
