Page 119 of Shamed
When she reaches for the hem of my pjs, I grab her hands, halting her movements.
It’s not that I don’t want it. Fuck, I want nothing more than to feel her mouth on me.
But there’re still those thoughts that drift through my mind, telling me it’s wrong to want it, thatI’mwrong. And though she’s said otherwise, I still have doubts that she wants this with me.
“I know you still have those demons whispering in your ear,” she says, as if she were just inside my head, rooting around in my thoughts. Her voice is soft as she keeps her eyes on me. “But I still want you. I want to keep showing you that I’m not afraid.”
After another moment of hearing my heart beating inside my ears, I release her hands, but only so I can tangle one ofmine through her hair, then grip the back of her neck with the other, pulling her mouth to mine.
Suddenly, the negative thoughts are gone, effectively pushed aside.
Jesus, every time our lips touch, my brain scrambles.
I went my whole life without kissing or touching anyone, and now that’s all I want to do—with her, only her.
Icraveit.
Everything inside me sparks to life, urging me to pull her closer, to kiss her deeper, to sink inside her. I’ve never felt like this before, never allowed myself to.
I dip my tongue into her mouth, exploring, while Jayne uses the opportunity to tug at my waistband, freeing my cock.
A gruff sound is drawn from my throat when I feel her soft hand wrap around my hard length and squeeze.
I hiss out a curse, deepening the kiss.So fucking good.
I’ve spent a long time worrying about my sexual proclivities and what I might turn into. And while those darker desires still pop up occasionally, I’ve found that it takes very little for Jayne to please and satisfy me.
Pleasure is already flooding my body, and all it took was one touch from her.
My hips move of their own accord, thrusting into her grip, while I’m thoroughly consumed by her kiss.
Jayne pulls her head back, and I find myself chasing her mouth in a desperate attempt to keep her lips.
Blood rushing. Pulse thumping. Need, want, and desire fill my thoughts.
Slowly, I release the grip I have on her, forcing my eyes open and more air into my lungs. She’s breathing as heavily as I am, lips puffy, parted, and inviting.
When my eyes drift up and connect with hers, I see nothing but want and determination there. No fear.
“I think I know the answer, but have you ever received a blowjob?”
Heat sizzles through me at the image of her lips wrapped around my cock. I remember the delirious need, the taste, the feel of her wet pussy on my tongue, and I wonder if it would be similar for her.
I suck in a ragged breath. “No.”
There’s a small curve of her lips, right before her tongue peeks out to wet them, and my eyes drop to watch. She seems to do it a lot, just to see me lose function of my brain. I must be making up for lost teenage years, when obsessions with lips usually start.
Shuffling closer on her knees, Jayne moves until she’s in position between my spread legs.
Her hand is still wrapped around the base of my cock, and when she strokes all the way up, then down, a throaty sound rumbles out of me.
“Will you let me?”
Fuck, doesn’t she know I’ll let her do anything she wants to me? Especially, when she has those stormy eyes on me.
Jaw clenched, I dip my chin, then watch as she lowers her head.
The first touch of her tongue and lips makes my eyes roll and head tip back.
