Page 37 of If Only You Knew

SHANE

Present Day

The moment we close Becca’s front door, we can’t keep our hands off one another. Dancing with her tonight, I was turned on by all the movements her hips made against mine. She was relentless, grinding against my cock, knowing how she was turning me on by the second.

The little looks she’d throw my way, moving her body with complete understanding that she was driving me wild has now accumulated to this moment. So here we are, letting out the pent-up frustration from not only moving against one another on the dance floor, but also the weeks leading up to the present.

I push her against the wall, both of us clawing at the clothes that are keeping us from being skin-to-skin. I pull down her shirt, moving her chin up as I kiss down her neck. As I move down her chest, I pull the left cup of her bra down to expose her perfect breast.

They’re larger than they once were, but the changes in her body simply remind me that we are not the same young teens we once were, yet still so very much in love. I pull her nipple into my mouth, coaxing a moan from her lips.

She begins to pull my button-down shirt out from being tucked into my slacks. Next, she pulls the shirt apart, buttons flying everywhere. We’ve toed our shoes off and kiss as we make our way upstairs, nearly falling on our asses as we try to get to her bedroom.

The moment we reach the room, she pushes me onto the king-sized bed and starts at my belt. After tugging the belt off and pulling the fly to my slacks down, she removes my pants and boxers all at once. My cock stands at attention, and she licks her lips. I swear my dick was made for this woman.

Never have I been so attracted to another human in my life. My perfect Becs standing before me, ready to take me. I think she’s going to take me in her mouth, but instead, she slowly removes her pants, trying to torture me as she makes a show of it. They’re skintight and I’ve dreamed of seeing those removed from the moment I touched her hips on the dance floor. The moment she’s bare for me, she climbs onto the bed and straddles me, making sure my cock is lined up to her center.

She looks at me while she guides me inside, and the moment I feel myself enter her, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. She is fully seated on me, and she begins moving up and down, slowly to take in my size and adjust to me.

She’s moaning, loudly, while she rides my cock. Her movements are slow but begin to take on speed. Soon she’s putting her hands behind her onto my thighs, arching her back and throwing her head back.

I can’t keep my hands off her. My hands start on her breasts, kneading them, pinching her nipples, feeling her tighten around my dick each time I do. Then, while my left hand stays playing with her nipple, my right hand moves down lower to play with her clit.

The minute I put my thumb on her sensitive nub, I hear her moan, “Yes, Shane, right there.”

I will never get tired of hearing her say my name with desire. Her movements pick up in speed and soon I feel her walls closing in on my dick. I love watching her ride me. I love seeing her lose herself while she takes charge. Her tits are bouncing, while I hold onto her hips, helping her move up and down on me.

Soon she becomes frantic, calling out my name. I begin to feel my orgasm coming up my spine and we both climax together. I see stars, my vision unable to focus on anything but the fact that each time with Becs is better than the last, much like when we were young and in love.

I’m pumping my cum into her, and she’s slowing her movements and catching her breath. Soon she falls forward, dropping her head on my sweaty chest, while I’m still inside her. Her head moves to the rhythm of my breaths and I’m gasping for air.

These last few weeks traveling, I felt a tightness in my chest being away from her. Being here, feeling her on me, me inside her, is where I want to stay. I can’t help but think back to the eighteen-year-old Shane, who walked away from this perfect woman.

How I did that will always be a mystery. Because looking into Becca’s eyes now, I see that she’s my forever and always. I was an idiot years ago, and I can’t help but hold anger toward myself for my actions.

She starts a soft giggle while she moves her forehead side-to-side.

“Shane, that was incredible. You’re only allowed to leave for that amount of time again if that’s what I get as a greeting from you upon your arrival.”

I smile, pulling her face toward me, putting soft kisses along her cheeks and finally on her mouth.

“I don’t think it was my distance that caused that. I think every time together feels magical, and it just keeps getting better.”

I hold her in my arms and vow to keep her there forever if she’ll have me. Soon she gets up to clean herself up, and I follow her to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, we both look well fucked. She must have the same thought because she starts laughing.

We take a shower together, where I show her just how much I missed her pussy by lapping her up with my tongue on her center and end with her screaming my name again.

We dry off and get ready for bed and go back into the room to lie down. Once under the covers, I feel like she’s too far over, so I grab her by the hips and pull her toward me.

I kiss her below the ear and whisper, “I love you, Becs. Sweet dreams.”

She has a lazy smile spread across her face, eyes closed, when she replies, “Sweet dreams, my Shane. I’ll love you always.”

With that, we both fall into a blissful sleep together, wrapped up like we cannot fathom another second away from one another, even in our dreams.

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I wake up to the sound of birds chirping outside. I look over to my phone on the nightstand and it’s past nine a.m. We’ve both slept in, and it feels glorious. I find Becca’s head on my chest, her own chest rising and falling at a steady rhythm. I kiss the top of her head and begin to move her off me so I can use the restroom and brush my teeth.

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