Page 120 of Shamed
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I rasp while she sucks the tip into her warm mouth, then goes deeper.
No daydreams, no fucking fantasies, could ever compare to this feeling right now.
I lose myself to the experience of her lips around me, sucking. “You . . . it feels. Fuck. Incredible.” Proper sentences don’t seem to be an option right now.
She hums while bobbing her head, the vibration making me even more feral for her.
Opening my eyes, I glance down to see her looking up at me as she circles her tongue around the tip of my cock. I’ve never seen anything fucking sexier.
I grip her hair in my fist, wondering what it would be like to shove her head all the way down, to choke her on my cock and watch as tears trickle down her face. As soon as the thoughtpops into my head, my brows furrow, and I release her hair, not even wanting to tempt that part of me.
Jayne must notice my momentary distraction, because she sucks me in deep, as if to pull my attention back to her, making me feel the back of her throat. I hiss out a few more curses, curling my fists at my side.
She works me harder, deeper, looking like she’s enjoying it as much as I am.
“Mmm.” A few more deep sucks, and I can’t take it anymore. I want to feel her closer, want to be inside her.
I pull her off me with a rough sound deep in my throat, her confused expression meeting me. But I wipe the look right off her face when my mouth crashes onto those swollen lips.
She kisses me back just as fiercely, her fingers digging into my thighs while little sounds escape her.
How did I manage to keep my lips off her for so long? I want to spend my days tasting her. I want to bury myself deep inside and never leave.
Feeling the same urgent need as me, Jayne pushes to her feet, then discards her pajama shorts and panties in a rush. At the same time, I pull my shirt up over my head, then push my pants and briefs off the rest of the way.
She practically jumps into my lap, her hands coming up to my jaw while mine land on her thighs.
The first time we were together, I couldn’t touch her, then when we were at the gym, I restricted her movements, afraid of what might happen if she touched me.
This time . . . This time, I want to feel her hands all over me while mine rove over her.
My arms go around her back, sliding under the fabric of her pajama top to stroke her skin, while my lips trace along her jaw. I want to rip this top off her and show her how I will worship every part of her, even the parts she doesn’t like.
But I know she’s not ready for that yet, so I leave it alone for now.
Her skin is so fucking smooth, so warm, so perfect.
I can’t hold back the groan when her hands roam my bare chest and back, but even more so when I feel her wet heat rub over my shaft, slick and ready.
All it would take is the slightest change in angle, and I could be inside her, surrounded by her warm heat.
Somehow, gathering a morsel of common sense, I manage to pull my head back and rasp, “Condom.”
Breathing heavy, she nods. “I’ve started birth control, but it’s probably not effective yet.”
Quickly reaching for the nightstand beside me, I pull out the new box I got, tearing it open and pulling one out as fast as my trembling hands will allow.
I have my length sheathed in the next moment, then Jayne is lining it up with her entrance and sinking down, urgency in both our movements.
“Yes,” she mewls, wrapping her arms around my shoulders as I pull her closer.
We rock together; my face pressed into her neck, peppering kisses and nipping at her skin.
I tug at her hips each time she grinds on my lap, pushing my cock deeper, pressing us tighter.
Sliding my hand under the front of her top, I palm a breast, plucking at the hardened bud. “I love touching you.”
Jayne gasps at my touch, writhing in my lap as she moans my name.
