Page 136 of Show Me How
With a shift of his body, he lines us up and slowly presses inside. I force myself not to look away from him as my mouth gapes in pleasure. Every inch is accompanied by the cold touch of a piercing, and I hold him tighter, curling my ankle around his thigh.
“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good for me,” he breathes out, letting his forehead fall onto mine. “Almost there. You’re such a good girl, taking my entire cock like this.”
It’s impossible to stifle my moan this time. It rips through me, hitting his mouth before he swallows it. He finally stops moving, fully buried inside of me.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I choke, swarmed with a million sensations.
“Can I move?”
I kiss him in answer, writhing beneath the firm press of his body. The movement forces him somehow deeper, and the metal piercings rub my inner walls.
“Yes!” I demand with a rough noise of pleasure.
He lowers himself over me completely, his heaving chest meeting mine. I turn my head and kiss his bicep as it strains when he starts to pull out. The glide is easy with how wet I am, making the barbells rub in the best way. He stalls once I’m nearly empty before rolling forward, pushing back inside.
“Princess,” he hisses, closing his eyes. “Tell me you’re closer than I am, or I’ll stop right now and eat your pussy first. I’m not going to last long like this.”
“Don’t.” I cling tighter, keeping him trapped in place as I wrap my legs around him. “Don’t stop.”
He grinds his teeth before punching out his next words. “Tell me.”
“I’m close already,” I whimper.
His body moves faster then, his thrusts growing deeper, harder. Still, he doesn’t rush. Each time he fills me, it’s a newsensation. We move together, sharing the pleasure erupting inside of us. There’s something so different about the way we touch this time.
It’s impossible not to recognize that this is what love should feel like. Raw and open, terrifying but comforting. He pushes me with a steady hand, and I tug him with an excited one. There’s a friendship at the core of us, and those ties are permanent. What we’ve built around them is unbreakable.
“Trevor,” he mutters, opening his eyes to stare at me.
“What?”
His pelvis grinds against my clit as he stays seated inside of me. “My real name. It’s Trevor.”
My eyes burn with hot tears. I nod, letting the name echo in my mind before my body shakes, the feel of him so deep growing to be too much?—
His deep, vibrating groan follows when I tighten around him and come. I bury my face in his throat and let the bone-deep pleasure in my voice coat his skin, creating a permanent mark of my own. He thrusts into me a few more times, growing more clunky in his movements before stilling.
I almost laugh at how in sync we are and that the last thing to push me over the edge was hearing him tell me the secret I’ve been waiting to hear since the night we met. My limbs are weak when I let them fall, my body sensitive from the intensity of my orgasm.
Shade lets out a strained laugh before kissing my flushed cheeks. “You’re going to kill me one of these days.”
“Me?” I snort before moaning when he pulls free of me. “This was all your fault.”
“I don’t know if I should be offended or flattered that all it took was the sound of my name to get you to come.”
I pinch his side, rolling my eyes. “It was more than that, and you know it.”
“Mm, maybe.”
He rolls onto his back beside me, and I push myself up to follow him, flushing a deeper shade of red when I feel warmth leaking between my legs. Glancing down my body, I stare at the mess he left behind.
“You know, I’m tempted to push that back in,” he says, drawing my attention again.
His stare is focused exactly where mine just was, but instead of embarrassment, there’s a hunger there that nearly makes me beg him to do exactly what he’s threatening. I don’t want him to move, though. Not yet.
Turning onto my side, I bring my finger to the healing tattoo on his sternum. He looks at where I’m touching him now, filling me with a softer kind of heat. Slowly, I lower my hand.
