Page 63 of My Salvation
With those words, his tight control vanishes. Reaching up, he captures my lips, delving deep while his hands roam over my body. Wherever he touches, fires spring up and burn. Where Lev’s like the sun, all warmth and laughter, Shaw is an inferno. Soon, my entire body is blazing with need. Gasping, I wrench back my head for some desperately needed air.
“Are you OK, Angel?”
Biting my lip, I tell him, “Yes, I want to feel you.”
Trailing my hands down his shirt, I motion for him to remove it. Sitting up, he strips off his shirt and lays back down. Placing my lips on his neck, I breathe in the spice from his cologne. Something about the smell makes me ravenous. Licking his neck up to his ear, I hear him groan.
Rolling us over so I’m on top, he places my hands on his chest. Smiling, I softly brush my hands over each muscle from his shoulders down to his abs. Shaw grips my ass and holds me down tight to his cock. Whenever I touch a sensitive spot, he squeezes my cheeks as he thrusts up.
“This isn’t fair, is it?” Mischievously, I grab the hem of my shirt. Slowly lifting it, I glance down at him. “But it is our first date.” Releasing the hem, I watch as he frowns fiercely before dropping his head back down with a groan. “Just kidding.” I whip off my shirt.
His hands finally move from my ass to another part of my body. I’m wearing a red, lacy bra, with very little coverage. “Fuck, Angel. You’re so beautiful.”
Cupping and pushing my breasts together, he leans up and kisses between them. Licking each mound, one hand tweaks my nipple as his other hand reaches around to the clasp in the back. As he falls back down, he pulls off my bra.
As the air hits my breasts, my first inclination is to cover them. “Hello. We’re outside.”
He grabs on to my hands and holds them out to the sides. “Nobody’s out here for miles, Angel. I want to burn this memory into my brain so I can pull it up whenever I want.”
His brown eyes catalog every inch of my breasts. Reaching up, he softly kisses each bullet wound. Pulling me into his arms, he squeezes me tight. A frown sits on his face as he lays back down, fingers now tracing over the wounds.
My fingers smooth out the frown lines on his face. Waiting until he looks up at me directly, I smile to let him know I’m okay. His muscles relax as his fingers move from the wounds to my breasts, mapping the edges, while his thumbs lightly flick my nipples until they’re stiff peaks.
Freeing my hands, I use my nails to glide over his nipples. He inhales sharply as I lightly flick them until they are as hard and stiff as mine. “Dirty, Angel.” He laughs, unknowingly shooting an arrow of desire as the sound reverberates inside of me.
Scooting back a little, I lower my head to lick and suck on his nipples before trailing down to the taut skin right above the waistband of his jeans. Sucking hard, I hear him moan as he almost bucks me off. Switching to the other side, I place my hand on his jeans, right over his cock so as he bucks, he surges right into my hand. Pushing down, I use my hand to grip him until I hear him swear loudly.
Raising my head, I see his hands coming towards me. Gripping my shoulders, he hauls us both up into a sitting position as he gives me a hard kiss. Using my hair, he pulls me backward until my breasts are offered up to him for his feast. And feast he does. His tongue swipes over every miniscule inch of my breasts. Moaning and whimpering, I blaze as I wait for his lips to sweep over and add to the fire.
Tugging at his hair, I wait until he lifts his head before capturing him in a fierce kiss. Tongue sweeping and sucking, I show him how turned on I am by him. Sliding my core over his, I rock back and forth before pushing him back down on the bed of the truck. Placing my hands on his chest, my breasts sway faster as I pick up the pace.
“Angel, baby, fuck, you look magnificent riding me. Let me help you.”
Gripping my hips, he takes over. Arching my back, I grind down on top of him, wanting to feel his cock between my legs as he rocks us back and forth, gradually speeding up. The breeze caresses my breasts like the lightest of touches, and I whimper.
I reach down and unbutton my shorts so I can slip in my hand and reach my clit. Shaw lifts his head to watch. Raising up, I dip my finger into my wetness and glide my finger up to my clit. Stroking it a few times, I moan. I’m close. My body rocks back and forth with Shaw, while my finger strokes faster on my clit. That’s it. That’s the pressure. My finger’s flying as I bring myself to the edge, before I stop and hold it firmly on the tip.
“Shaw!”
Looking down at him, a light sheen covers his body. His eyes are fierce as they watch me fall apart above him. My body is taut, my breaths hard, and my moans loud as I come. Falling, I lay on top of him as little tremors race over me. He strokes his hands over my bare back until I calm.
Lifting my head, I blush. Turning our first date into outdoor sex wasn’t exactly in my plans. Cupping my face in his hands, he kisses me over and over. “You’re so beautiful when you come, Angel. Soft and fierce, you give yourself entirely to the moment. Next time, I’m going to be inside you. I want to feel you wrapped tightly around my cock, squeezing every inch of me. And it’s going to be soon. We’ve wasted so much time, I don’t want to waste any more.”
I give him my answer in a kiss. Moving off him, he groans lightly but helps me find my clothes and get dressed. Slipping on his shirt, he helps me into the passenger seat before going to grab our fishing gear. Once we’re loaded, he gets into the driver’s side and leans over to kiss me.
“I’ve changed my mind. We can come fishing anytime you want as long as there’s food, especially dessert.” Squeezing my hand, he laughs as he takes us back to the house.
We meet Lev as he’s leaving. “How was the fishing, sweetheart?”
“Well, I didn’t catch any fish, but dessert was delicious.” Winking, I throw a grin at them both.
Lev roars. “I’ll have to tell you all about my first time fishing with Shaw sometime.” Not knowing Shaw has already told this story, I smile. Looking at Shaw, he tells him, “I’ve moved upstairs, and Thayer’s stuff is now in my room. I’m going to his rehab session but wanted to let you know. The doctor called with good news. The swelling has receded, which means Thayer can come home at the end of this week. He’ll need to continue his rehab, but they don’t believe surgery is necessary.”
Shaw asks him a few more questions, but I’ve tuned them out. Biting my lip, I worry how Thayer’s presence will impact our relationship.
