my shaft, giving my dick two pulls to keep it hard before I climb over her. When I push inside her, she makes a mewling sound that has me gritting my teeth. She’s tight as hell, strangling my cock before I’m able to start moving. I push into her, her fingers digging into my biceps as I do.
I lean down and kiss her then I start to move. I set a punishing pace, and her mouth opens as I slam into her over and over. She’s like a fucking angel lying beneath me, her hair fanned over the blankets like a halo. I want to worship her body.
She goes over the edge first, screaming my name and I follow her a second later, exploding into the condom. I slow my pace, but I don’t pull out of her until I’m softening.
Collapsing onto the mattress next to her, my skin slick with sweat, I try to catch my breath.
“That was… so good,” she gasps.
“Glad it met your approval,” I tell her on a grin.
Once we’re able to breathe again, we clean up and climb into bed. She snuggles against my side and I feel fucking content having her there. I’ve never been this settled with a woman before. I want to make her mine, which means I need to consider if I’m leaving Tennessee or not when the time comes.
23
Amy
The next morning, I’m woken by Shane between my legs doing delicious things with his tongue. The man is a wizard. He brings me to orgasm then we make love before showering and heading downstairs.
Waking with this man is becoming my favorite thing to do. I love spending time with him. Even last night was crazy but amazing. The club party wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. There was a lot of on display sex, which was a little strange at first, but there weren’t any drug deals in the corner or torture going on. Don’t get me wrong, I could feel the danger in the air, sense the danger that surrounds these men, but I could have been at a party at the Broken Eagles clubhouse, minus all the orgies.
It goes a long way to put me at ease. Part of me doesn’t care if Shane is knee deep in filth. I love him, and nothing is going to change that. Another part tells me I shouldn’t be thinking that way, that I should care.
We’re standing in the kitchen, preparing breakfast and his fingers keep skimming over my waist as he passes me. It’s little touches here and there, but they have my lips quirking at the corners. He can’t stop from touching me, even if it’s just little passes here and there. The man is gone for me, and that’s a heady feeling. I’ve never had this effect on a man before. It’s a little overwhelming. I snag the bread out of the cupboard, and hand it to Shane. “Put the toast in.” I head for the front door. “I’m just going to grab the mail.”
“Hmm, I love it when you’re bossy,” he says taking the bread and pressing his lips to mine.
Kissing him leaves my legs a little shaky and when he pulls back, I feel like I’m floating on air. He grins at me, as if he knows what he’s doing to me. As affected as he is by me, I’m just as affected by him.
“I can be really bossy.”
I pull away, hating losing his touch and head for the door. It’s sunny outside when I step outside and I shield my eyes from the brightness. I quickly make my way up the path, aware I’m wearing my cupcake pj’s and quickly snag the mail from the box before rushing back inside.
“I don’t think anyone saw me,” I say as I close the door behind me.
“In those pajamas, trust me, babe, everyone was looking.”
I peer down at my pants, a pout playing across my mouth. “No one appreciates the cupcakes.”
“I prefer you out of them.” He spans my waist with his hands as I flick through the stack of mail. One of the envelopes catches my attention. It’s handwritten, which seems strange, so I open it first.
“You prefer anything that keeps me naked,” I accuse.
I barely get the envelope open when there’s a knock on the front door. With a sigh, I slide the mail onto the counter and roll my eyes. The last thing I want is to be interrupted this morning.