Page 100 of Show Me How
“I’m not doing anything,” I say, lowering my voice.
“You doeverything. Just don’t know it.”
“What if I want to watch you . . . lose it?”
Shade tips his head back and stares at the ceiling for a minute before tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it away. The ring in his nipple becomes obvious now, and I fixate on it. Then, I force my eyes away to the tattoos running up and down his torso before disappearing around his back and out to his arms. Blue, green, yellow, orange. I wouldn’t be surprised if he bleeds colours.
There’s a blank chunk of skin over his sternum, though. An empty canvas amongst a lifetime of artwork. I stare at it as he settles his knees onto the bed and moves toward me.
“Why is it empty?” I ask, unable to help myself.
He hovers above me now, bulging biceps bracketing my head. “Haven’t found the right design yet.”
I touch his side, letting my nails follow the curl of the snake’s body from his hip to his back and then his middle. Shade tensesas I trace the tattoo, his jaw working as he stares down at me. His hips lower, pinning me into the bed.
Eyes flaring wide, I look up at him and hold still. The entire length of him is obvious, pressing between my legs and pushing my dress up my body. The corner of his mouth lifts as he leans to the side and brings a hand down to grab my dress, yanking it higher. It clings to my waist, leaving my panties bared.
“Tell me what you want,” he says, gripping my thigh and guiding it around his hip. “This? Or something else?”
I choke on a reply when he presses against my panties, rolling against me. My eyes shut, my body starting to grow so tight I shake. Fingertips brush my jaw, then beneath my chin, before he’s pinching it.
His voice is airy, loose. “Eyes open as you tell me what you need.”
“Shade,” I whine, the sound so unfamiliar I force my eyelids open to make sure it didn’t come from someone else. “You know.”
“I do. But you still need to say it. Give me permission.”
Instead of speaking, I slide a finger through his belt loop and pull him harder against me, brows knitted together. I rub against the bulge he’s still grinding against me and exhale heavily.
“Words,” he asks, a bite to the word.
Frustration burns through me at my inability to ask for this. “How?”
“Tell me to get between your thighs and make you feel good, princess. Tell me how bad you want my tongue sliding through your pussy, licking up the mess you’ve made for me.”
“Please,” I whisper, my voice filling with embarrassment. “I can’t.”
He presses harder between my legs, gritting his teeth when I grab his side. “You can. The only thing stopping you is your fear of saying something wrong.”
I lose the ability to breathe for a few seconds when he takes my hand from his side and brings it to his crotch, pressing it hard against his erection. My fingers flex around the thickness, involuntarily squeezing.
“That’s for you. I want to taste you so fucking bad, Millie, that I’m going to need to get myself off while I do it so I don’t lose my goddamn mind and end up doing something I shouldn’t. Nothing you say could change that or make me hesitate once I hear you tell me I can. You’ll need to pull me away from you when you’ve had enough because I won’t want to stop,” he declares, eyes so dark they’re almost black.
“Oh, my God,” I breathe out, my core pulsing.
“Almost, but not quite.”
I focus on the heat of him beneath my palm and hold his stare. The need in his eyes is almost violent as he jerks in my hold, grinding into my hand.
“Please . . . please taste me, Shade. Lick my pussy,” I whisper, every muscle in my body locking up.
A rough, desperate groan floods from his lips before he’s pushing himself down my body. My panties don’t last longer than a second before he has them ripped from me and on the floor beside his shirt. I gasp and cry out as he takes both of my legs and shoves them up my stomach. He keeps them there with a forearm tucked beneath them both and brings his mouth to my centre.
Hot breath fans across my sensitive skin, and then he hisses, “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever fucking seen, Millie. It’s perfect.”
The first swipe of his tongue through my flesh is electrifying, but the next?—
“Shade!”
