The tips of his small dark nipples were hard, so she leaned into him, sucking on one and then the other as she continued to gently stroke his hair over his warm chest.
She wanted him to feel loved, appreciated and not used.
Cupping his face, she drew him closer, lightly brushing their lips together, running her nose along his, and then going back to his mouth to dip her tongue inside and taste him fully.
Shade was as opposite to Brendan as he could get. The long hair, the dark beard, the tattoos...
Being in the service, Brendan had to be “squared away” with a high and tight haircut and his face smoothly shaven. He never had a desire to get ink. Or if he did, her husband never shared that with Chelle.
Shade was a biker who appeared to live loose and easy, while Brendan lived by the strict rules of the Army.
She found that she didn’t prefer one type of man over the other. She appreciated how each lived their lives in a way that made them happy.
At least, she hoped Shade was now happy after dealing with whatever he had in his past.
She also hoped to make Shade happy tonight.
Deepening the kiss, he took control of it, sweeping his tongue through her mouth. The man knew how to kiss. The way he took her mouth, as if he owned it, stole her breath.
She never realized that kissing could be such a turn-on.
Wrapped around his cock, his hand was stroking the hard length once again. Another surprising turn-on that made her insides warm and her pussy wet.
She grasped the back of his neck, under the fall of his hair, pushing her aching breasts into his chest. With her other arm around his waist, she pressed her palm to the raised lettering at the small of his back.
She whispered, “Mine,” against his lips. Sucking in a breath, he inhaled her claim.
She continued lower until her fingers brushed over his ass, his hip, then followed the angled line of lean muscle to where he stroked. With her hand over his, she murmured, “Also mine.”
She removed his hand from his cock and raised it to her breast. “Yours.” After a heartbeat, she guided it to her pussy where she cupped his fingers in the crux of her thighs. “Also yours.” She was so wet that his middle finger slipped easily inside her. As he worked her gently, she vowed, “As long as you’ll have me, I’m yours.”
She didn’t expect him to move as quickly as he did.
He surged forward, taking her with him, until she was flat on her back and he was settled between her legs, kissing her frantically, with his hard, silky length pressed to her inner thigh.
His kissing slowed and, after it completely stopped, he rose to his hands and knees, caging her in but breaking their connection and leaving her bereft by the loss of his touch. Chelle shivered with the intensity of his dark eyes and the seriousness of his expression.
Beginning at her mouth, he touched her with nothing but his breath.
Inhaling each other for a breath or two.
He moved lower, each exhale sliding over her skin. Causing goosebumps and making her nipples ache with need.
He explored her by simply inhaling, exhaling. Warm streams of air feathering across her skin. An invisible, ghostly touch.
It shouldn’t be enough.
Surprisingly, it was.
The energy flowed between them, alive like a separate being.
As he worked his way lower, she let her eyelids drift shut, amazed at how something so simple could turn her on, make her wetter, drive her closer to orgasm.
He ended his exploration where he said he wanted to put his mouth.
Still, he didn’t. His mouth remained close but didn’t make contact.
He hovered right there. Close, but yet, not close enough.
Every cell in her body ached for him, called to him.
Her need for him was off the charts.
She’d never experienced anything like this, not once.
When a powerful shudder swept through her, her pussy began to throb, and a groan escaped. Her fingers tightly clutched the sheet so she wouldn’t lose her mind and scream for him to fuck her.
He was driving her to the brink.
Of her sanity.
Of her control.
Of an orgasm.
Just like that, she climaxed, surprising her that she came so easily.
With nothing more than his phantom touch.
Before it was even over, his mouth was on her. His fingers and tongue spreading her open, his lips closing around her clit.
He devoured her.
She was his last meal and he was going to savor every damn bite, then lick the plate clean.
Within a matter of moments, her hips were bucking off the bed, but he stayed with her, riding those waves until they were gone.
Then he was gone.
Her eyes opened so she could watch the muscles bunch and stretch under his skin as he reached for a condom in the bowl. She had never thought of male appendages as being attractive before, but his was. His cock was beautiful, like the rest of him.
After ripping the packet open and rolling the condom down his length, he wasted no time coming back to her. Ending up, once again, on his hands and knees, staring down at her, not saying a word.
Nothing needed to be said. His eyes spoke volumes.
He settled his narrow hips between her thighs, then used his knee to nudge her left one higher up the bed. He anchored his knee into the mattress, holding her there, open and ready.
“Put me where you want me.”
The low, gravelly command sent a shiver through her. She reached down and slid the head of his cock through her slick folds, back and forth until it caught.
Right where she wanted him.
She expected him to plunge into her, he didn’t. Instead, he dropped to his elbows, buried his hands in her hair and sealed his mouth to hers.
His cock nudged her open, slowly sliding inside her little by little.
Yes whispered through her mind when he paused long enough for her to appreciate that satisfying stretch and fullness.
That sense of connection.
But when he began to move...
His hips...
Yes.
Oh, yes.
His hips rolled slowly, but powered deep with each thrust. All the way from rim to root.
Then back out from root to rim.
Holy shit. The gliding movement of his hips was like nothing she’d experienced before. Fast enough to be satisfying but slow enough to drive her mad.
Sliding her hands down his back and over the scars now burned into her memory, she hesitated over one...
Mine.
She stole that claim from whomever had made it and took him for her own.
You are mine.
And I’m yours.
Not just for tonight, but for as long as you’re willing.
She gripped his ass, her fingertips digging into the muscles that flexed with each thrust.
Suddenly, it became clear.
He wasn’t fucking her.
He was making love to her.
Nothing like the quickie behind the shed.
Nothing like their time in the car.
While she had enjoyed every second of those stolen moments, this was a whole different realm.
It was caring and gentle and... amazing.
Definitely unexpected.
But then, this man was different than anyone she’d ever met before.
And he’d only revealed a sliver of himself so far.
She had so much more to discover.
Crying.
Not loud. Muffled. Like it came from a faraway distance.
A woman?
Mommy?
Shade’s eyes flashed open and he flopped to his back, his heart thumping heavily.