I know I shouldn’t, and it’s been awhile for the both of us but still I’m on the same page as him. And even if I shouldn’t...I can’t help myself and fully impale myself in one smooth move.
“Fuuuuuck,” Shaw groans and grips my hands with force.
Our eyes stay locked while my body accommodates to his large and thick length, but the erotic bite of pain along with the love and desire radiating from his eyes is heightening our intense connection. The safety and comfort we once had is still there, flaming up and cocooning us with heat.
His thumb slowly caresses mine. “You feel so good wrapped around my cock. There’s no damn feeling compared to it. Utter bliss, gorgeous. Utter. Fucking. Bliss. And you’re the only one capable of giving me the unique flow of emotions I once knew my body was capable of.”
“I love you,” I croak, my own emotions bursting free as tears overflow and land on his chest.
“My love for you is greater than the universe that holds life itself. It’s what flows inside me with each breath expanding my lungs, flowing through my body and makes my heart beat in the only rhythm it knows; all because of you.”
Where raunchy sex leads to hot and sweaty bodies, we embrace the tenderness of hot tears overflowing our senses while we allow ourselves and our bodies to reconnect. Physically and mentally there’s an indestructible understanding setting how the two of us were meant to be and will always have a solid connection.
I slowly move up and down his length while we’re staring at each other. Pleasure is lighting up our bodies, electricity heightening the air surrounding us, spreading the warmth of our love as we chase the orgasm our bodies need to unload.
“I can’t hold back much longer,” Shaw says in warning, not even the slightest indication he’s sorry. “You’re close, I can feel it. Are you going to give me your pleasure?”
I rotate my hips and slam down harder, giving my clit the friction it needs to light up my body. My orgasm slams through me and tingles of ecstasy lick my veins while bright lights swamp my vision, forcing me to close my eyes and relish in the moment. I feel his dick growing harder, jetting out warmth as a groan of utter pleasure rips from his chest.
“I have missed your beauty. It’s a fleeting moment in time created by us that mirrors the results of our bodies expressing our love with the flow of passion and pleasure. And it feels so fucking good. I feel fucking good. Damn, woman, you fixed me,” he says in awe.
I’m staring at him and I can’t help the laughter ripping through me.
His hand leaves mine but reaches out to cup the side of my face. “That face, that sound. The feel of my cock slipping out because your body is shaking with laughter. Fucking hell, there’s no better place than right here underneath you.”
“Be prepared to spend a lot of time underneath me,” I tell him and lean into the warmth of his touch.
There’s a moment of loss when our other hands disconnect but I suck in a harsh breath when his palm hits my ass.
“Don’t believe for a second I’m handing my balls over for you to twist and turn. I will spank that sexy ass of yours and will take you in every position and might even slide my cock up your ass while finger-fucking your sweet pussy because you’re mine. And because you’re mine, I’m allowed to treat you with respect and love while also taking the same thing in return. Give and take. You and me have this whole thing mapped out.”
“You and I,” I kindly correct him, making his eyes roll.
“You and I, me and you. What-fucking-ever, the result is the same. There are mistakes and choices. A mistake is when you trip and fall, a choice is when you decide what to do and whatnot. Mistakes fucking happen, but the choices are ours and my choice will always be you from here on out.”
“We’ve been tripping and falling for quite some time. But I promise you, from this day forward my choice will always be you.” I press a kiss against his welcoming mouth. “You and I, from here on out.”
“Fuck, yeah,” he growls and the air rushes from my lungs when he flips us over, making him hover over me.
He pushes up and grips his cock in his hand, squeezing and tapping it against my clit. It hardens under my gaze as he slides it back and forth between the lips of my pussy, already slick with the mixture of our juices.
One of his arms hooks underneath my knee, opening me up for him to enter me at an angle to dive deep. We groan in sync. My nails dig into his back to urge him on. His hips start to roll, my body fills with heat and my breaths become shallow, craving another orgasm he’s dead set to rip from me.
This is not about making love to make the other person feel precious. No. This is about a heated craving, lust, need. Pure and raw intensity to make sure we’re here together, alive and desperate to feed off the emotions the both of us have for one another.
There is no slow and enjoying the moment, it’s a chase to grab hold of pleasure reachable within the next second. And it is. Hot jets burst free deep inside me, triggering my own orgasm as Shaw stills above me rumbling out an animalistic growl of pleasure. I watch in awe and relish in the cocoon of loving emotions he captures me with.
Until he leans forward and connects our foreheads, whispering, “Love you so much.”
I try to play it off with our emotions simmering at the surface. “Yeah, yeah, now stop saying it before you wear it out.”
“Im-fucking-possible,” he growls in determination before he plunks down next to me. “But I am damn tired.”
A giggle escapes me and I snuggle close against him.
“You and your fucking hugs all the damn time,” Shaw mutters underneath his breath but pulls me closer against him to make sure I’m draped over his chest.
“What was that?” I question.
“I said you’re not close enough and I need you to be plastered against me all the damn time,” he easily supplies, making me swoon.
We stay close the whole night and for the next couple of days it’s exactly how we spent most of our time together; in bed enjoying the closeness we reestablished. I am able to work out of the office for a little over two weeks, but today I have to head into the office for a meeting I can’t handle through a conference call.
Pierre has been contacting me nonstop and even Shaw answering my phone and telling him in a harsh manner to back off didn’t stop Pierre from texting. But I guess he’s just doing his job, reminding me of the necessary appointments and other minor things I need to remember.
Besides the job I gave him a long time ago, after Donald introduced us, he kinda became a friend. Unavoidable since he works close with me and is very friendly and easy to deal with. Besides, I already spanked and whipped him before he became my employee, it kinda makes it easier to connect on just a business level.
But like I said, the last few weeks I’ve been out of the office and here at the clubhouse. Not to mention the stuff Deeds said, reminding me of who could have had it in for us. With Pierre being close with Donald it’s harder to fully trust both of them at this point.
Shaw made it clear he didn’t want Pierre to come over and said we needed more than a few days without outside interference to let things settle and enjoy ourselves. Obviously, I agreed. And we did absolutely enjoy ourselves—and each other—but the time has come to get back to business.