“Pillows under your hips. Chest and face on the mattress.”
My heart hammers like I’m running sprints. A part of me does want to run. Another part wants to know what every kind of sex with Shane is like.
“Need some help, Avery?”
“No.” I rise onto my hands and knees and move into position. Almost as soon as I lower myself onto the pillows, a wave of fear and embarrassment hits me. Lying with my ass in the air, waiting for a taboo kind of sex, causes my face to flame. This isn’t the sort of thing I ever thought about doing.
Shane puts a hand on my lower back, rubbing slowly, pressing me down against the pillows. Then he eases my underwear down and off, exposing me and making me breathlessly excited.
Sliding a finger between my lower lips, he husks, “So wet. Let’s get you that way everywhere.”
Something icy and slick drizzles between my ass cheeks. My hips twist. A hum fills the air, and my gaze searches over my shoulder for its source.
“Fingertip vibrator,” he says, holding up his index finger to show me the dark gray device that covers the tip. “Put your head down, kitten, and close your eyes for me.”
My teeth snag my lip and bite it. Then, slowly, I turn my head and lower it, letting my lids fall, plunging me into darkness.
The vibrator slides into position, buzzing against my clit.
“Oh, my God,” I whisper, exhaling. The sensation’s intensely good.
A different finger rubs the slippery lubricant around my ring and sinks its tip inside. I moan because it feels wildly erotic to have it there, teasing me. I raise my hips, and his whole digit presses into me. A hunger like no other grips me. My fingernails scratch the comforter.
“Knees farther apart. I want you open.”
I reposition my legs, spreading wide for him. The buzz of the vibrator makes my insides hum and clench.
The back finger withdraws, and my moan gives way to a whimper.
“Mmm. Being penetrated there feels good, huh?” He bites the flesh of my ass, making it ache and throb until I squirm and try to escape. A sharp slap on the other cheek drives my belly down into the pillows.
Above me, he slides his cock between my cheeks, stroking himself in the channel. His arm slides under my hip, so his vibrator finger can tease my throbbing clit as I ride the hand beneath me. Arousal creams my lower lips as I burn with need.
“God,” I groan. My hips press down, trying to help my pussy grind against his hand. “I almost want…”
“What, baby?”
“Don’t do it…but, I really want to feel you inside me…in front.”
“Mmm. Eventually.” His breath ruffles my hair, and I quake, halfway to orgasm already.
More slippery fluid pools onto my little ring, and then his cock is there, rubbing and pressing. The broad head pushes into me, stretching me suddenly around it.
“Oh!” My body goes rigid, the pain like a lance. “No! Oh—” I try to lurch forward, but he seems to know what I’ll do. One hand grabs my shoulder, anchoring me in place. His other arm tightens against my belly, his fingers cupping between my legs. There’s no way to escape even an inch.
“Shane! Please, stop. Please,” I whimper.
“Relax,” he whispers. “Don’t clench. Just stay still for me.” His thumb strokes my shoulder, and he licks and kisses my shoulder blade, sending warmth through my back into my chest, even as a terrible ache radiates through my pelvis.
My staccato breath ruffles the sheets. “It’s too much,” I groan.
The piercing pain eases, but the feeling of being dangerously stretched remains, the burning pain making me afraid to move, or even to breathe too hard. I’m like a rubber band pulled taut and on the edge of snapping. “Please?”
“Listen to me.” His voice is low, but stern. “It’s intense, but you’ll like it.”
“How do you know?”
“I just do.”
