a reason to live(46)

He knew deep down, he should stop. That what they were doing would only make it harder for them both, but he was lost in the feeling of her lips.

Stepping back from her mouth, he ordered, “Strip for me then spread your legs.” Then he opened a drawer and pulled out a condom.

She responded instantly, and his need soared higher as he sheathed his aching cock.

When her breasts were finally on display, his mouth went dry. He’d spent the last three nights wondering if they were as soft as they looked, so he reached and cupped her. She was everything he thought she’d be and more.

“You’re fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispered, dropping his jeans.

Sage reached out to him and he dropped to the bed, taking her mouth as if it was the last kiss they’d ever share. “So fuckin’ soft . . . A man could lose himself in how soft you are,” he groaned, cupping her breast again and pinching her nipple to heighten her arousal. Sage arched her back in response and he took the other nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue and sucking until her body writhed for him.

When she whimpered in need, he placed his finger over her lips. “Shh. I’ve got you, baby. Relax.” Shane leaned in and ran his tongue down her neck, tracing the throbbing vein to her shoulder until she relaxed into him. Her breathing slowed then, and he grinned, nipping her shoulder. She was so fucking responsive to him it made him ache.

Once he had her attention, he kissed his way down her body, tasting every contour, every curve, and then buried his face between her legs, wrapping them around his shoulders. He worked her clit until her body was covered with a light sheen of sweat. His own scorched with the need he held in check. He wouldn’t douse his flame until he buried himself deep into her silken heat.

Sage gasped, “Shane,” and her hips rose to his mouth. She grabbed hold of his hair to anchor him to her pussy and rode his mouth.

“Hands above your head,” he ordered before he lost control. She complied again without hesitation.

She began to pant, chanting his name as he brought her closer to the edge with each pass of his tongue. He knew she was close, could feel her body quivering, so he rose up on his knees, flipped her onto her stomach, and found her core with the tip of his cock. He surged in an inch at a time, drawing out her anticipation while she begged for release.

“Please,” she mewled, offering up her ass to him as an invitation to take what he wanted.

“Hands to the headboard.”

Sage did as he asked, and he mumbled, “That’s my girl,” before he drove in, seated himself to the root, and held. “Don’t move,” he bit out when she tried to slam back into him.

“But I need to move,” she whimpered.

“Not ‘til I fuckin’ say,” he hissed.

She took a deep breath and then relaxed. She was a natural at being controlled, and Shane groaned at having found the perfect woman and then cursed fate. He had to let her go.

“Tonight, you’re mine,” he grunted, then pulled out, and slammed back in. “It’s just you, me, and nothin’ else. Forget about tomorrow; forget this is temporary and just feel.”

She whimpered her response, holding tight to the headboard while he made sure she remembered every fucking thing about their night together.

Reaching out to fist her hair, Shane pulled her head back until he had access to her neck. Then he buried his face there, running his tongue on a path where her neck met her shoulder and he bit down until she moaned.

He slowed his pace so he could feel her tighten around him with her greedy walls. Reaching forward, he found her clit and rolled it until her head flew back, mouth opened, and she moaned deep in her throat as she milked him through her climax. Wrapping his hand around her neck, Shane pulled her hard against him and anchored her to his chest so her warmth surrounded him. He thrust twice more and then bit down on her neck as he rode out his release, grunting low in his throat.

Shuddering as he came down, he found her mouth, wrapped his hands around her breasts, and began a slow seduction all over again. He had one night with her and he intended for the memories to last a lifetime. For now, she was his, and he’d worship her body until the sun finally set and rose again.

***

My eyes opened slowly the next morning, and for a brief moment, I was happy. Then reality sunk in, and I closed them. Shane made no promises the night before. I knew when I asked him to make love to me he wouldn’t change his mind easily. And despite all the obstacles in our way, hope springs eternal remained in my foolish heart.

I was telling the truth when I said I was lonely and afraid. Being with Shane made me feel safe in a way I’d never had. He was doing it now, keeping the monsters in their closet as I lay beside him in his bed.