Bellamy beat him to the punch, though, winding her fingers into fists and pulling his shirt over his head. Desperate for more of her, Shane drew back to lift her shirt over her belly, circling it with his palm before pressing back into the cradle of her hips with his cock. It was going to take every ounce of control he had not to rip those cute little pants off of her, but he was going to do his damndest to take his time and savor every part of her, from the honeyed taste of her skin to the look on her face when she came.
“Do you want me to take this off?” Shane shifted his hand upward, toward the breasts he ached to touch, and lifted her shirt to reveal what lay beneath.
“Yes. God, yes.” Bellamy writhed under him, knocking his concentration down a peg. Fuck, he’d wanted to do this slowly, to draw out every second of being with her, but if she kept it up, he wasn’t going to make it.
They’d just have to do it again. Maybe twice.
Shane pulled her shirt over her head to expose her perfect tits, bound softly by a black satin bra that made him groan. Bellamy arched up, eager for his touch, but he teased her with light touches, loving the way her nipples went instantly hard beneath the fabric. His fingers turned lazy circles over one, then the other. Aching to taste her, he dipped down to circle his tongue over one perfect pink nipple, still covered in the thin fabric of her bra.
“Don’t stop doing that,” she keened on little more than a whisper, so needful that he couldn’t deny her. Heating both the satin and her body with his mouth, he worked her with hard strokes of his tongue. Bellamy reached down, moving her fingers over the curve of her ribcage, then sliding them under her breasts in encouragement.
Not that he fucking needed any, because Christ, right now he’d give anything to have her.
Shane lifted his eyes to hers just in time to watch the realization flash over her face. The corners of her lips kicked upward into the sexiest smile he’d ever seen, and she braced her elbows under her body, fingers still lightly cupping the underside of her breasts.
“It’s in the front,” she said on a husky breath. She fingered the two edges where the inky satin came together to hug her curves, but didn’t make a move to undo the clasp. Shane could just make out her eyes through the moonlight spilling in from the window. They were unwavering on his, striking a balance between tenderness and desire.
He wrapped his fingers around hers, holding the weight of her breasts and her hands in his. Bellamy’s chest hitched under them as she sucked in a breath, making his cock jerk behind the fly of his jeans.
“You do it,” he said on a hoarse whisper, watching her eyes gleam in response in the silvery moonlight. “I want to show you how beautiful you are.”
Shane slipped his fingers over hers, curling them into the warm V between her breasts. Slowly, he guided her hands around the clasp until it popped open. Twining his hand around hers so their fingers were side by side, he brushed over her, barely grazing the tips of her nipples first with her fingers, then his own. Bellamy dug into the pad of his hand with her thumb, and it stayed his focus on her body. The second pass came with bolder strokes, evened out by light caresses as he guided both of their hands from one breast to the other, using her fingers to build the tension between them.
“Oh,” she murmured, her hair splayed across his pillow in a riot of golden curls. Shane shifted his body over hers to kiss the spot where her neck met her shoulder, inhaling the clean scent of her skin.
She was perfect.
“Don’t…oh, my God, please don’t stop,” she begged, her voice ragged. The words snapped through him, daring him for more, and he didn’t think twice before giving it.
“Open your eyes, Bellamy.” Shane bent down to take her nipple into his mouth at the same time she fluttered her lids to look at him. He felt the heat of her stare as his tongue slid over her, bringing her closer to the edge. “Can you see how fucking perfect you are?”
She lifted her hips to meet his just once before pulling back to drop a hand between them, firmly stroking his cock over his jeans. Every thought in Shane’s mind disappeared, replaced by the feel of her.
“What about you?” Moving her hand in a steady rhythm, Bellamy tucked her bottom lip between her teeth as she gave him the sexiest look he’d ever seen in his life. “Can you see how fucking perfect you are?”
The friction between her hand, the layer of clothing that separated them, and his dick was driving him insane, to the point where he was sure he wasn’t going to make it out of his jeans. He had to do something, anything, otherwise this night wasn’t going to end with the kind of bang she was surely expecting.
Without thinking, he reached up to release her lip from between her teeth, his fingertips barely touching her soft skin. Gasping, she stilled her hands halfway down his button fly, parting her lips to taste the rough edges of his fingers. The look on her face was pure desire, and as she looked up at him, green eyes sparkling in the shadows and moonlight, Shane felt something in his chest rise up and break loose.
“I don’t want to wait, Shane. I want you.”
He didn’t stop her as she unbuttoned his jeans, but when he went to slide her pants down her hips, she caught his hands with hers.
“My purse,” she said, catching him completely off guard.
“Your what?”
Bellamy turned to her side, bringing him with her. “There are condoms in my purse.”
Thank God they wouldn’t need to go rummaging for wherever she’d left her purse. Shane turned, reaching out blindly for his tiny bedside table. He’d covered his bases earlier that day, not wanting to leave anything to chance, either.
“Got it.” He barely got the drawer open as she kissed her way across his chest, and when she drifted lower across his belly, he hissed out a breath.
“We’re not going to get to use this if you don’t stop,” he ground out, and she looked up at him with a naughty grin.
“But this could be fun.”
“Next time,” he replied with every last ounce of willpower he possessed. The only thing better than the feel of Bellamy’s hands on him was the feel of her body under him, and he didn’t want to wait. “I want to be inside of you, Bellamy. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
Shane swept an arm under her to swing her firmly onto her back. He rolled the waistband of her pants over his thumbs, stroking her hips with his fingers, feeling the silk of her skin. Trailing his tongue down her neck, he made his way to the curve of her belly, freeing her pants from her hips to reveal a triangle of lace and satin that made his heartbeat jackhammer in his veins.
“Fuck, these are hot,” he rumbled, breathing into the skin just above the fabric.
“I hate them,” Bellamy blurted out, and he had no choice but to laugh.
“Then by all means, let’s take them off.”
Shane guided the thin strings down over her hips. He slipped the panties all the way off, then worked his way back up her body with slow, deliberate strokes of his fingers and mouth. Even though he’d meant what he said about wanting to bury his cock inside her, he held back, pleasuring her with his mouth and his hands instead.
Bellamy’s hands fisted the comforter, and she arched her back off the bed. He slid his palms between the small of her back and the curve of her ass, holding her close so he could work her harder and faster, not stopping until she started to shudder beneath his mouth.