I kiss him, slow and deep, taking my time.
His hands come up to my waist, holding me steady, and I can feel him hard beneath me.
I roll my hips, grinding against him, and Shadow groans.
"Darlin', you're killing me."
"Good."
I reach behind me, unhook my bra, let it fall away.
Shadow's eyes go dark immediately, drawn to my breasts—full, heavy, my nipples already hard and aching for his touch.
"Fuck," he breathes, his hands coming up to cup them, his thumbs brushing over my nipples.
I gasp at the sensation, arching into his touch.
"So perfect," Shadow murmurs, lowering his head to take one nipple into his mouth.
The wet heat of his mouth on my sensitive flesh makes me cry out.
He sucks hard, teases with his tongue, teeth grazing just enough to make me squirm in his lap.
His hands knead my breasts, strong fingers working my nipples while his mouth worships first one, then the other.
I'm panting, grinding against him, desperate for more friction, more sensation, more everything.
"Shadow, please?—"
He releases my nipple with a wet pop, looking up at me with eyes gone almost black with desire. "Please what?"
"I need you. Now."
"Then take what you need, darlin'."
I reach between us with trembling hands, unbuckle his belt, unbutton his jeans.
Shadow lifts his hips to help me push them down along with his boxers, and then there's nothing between us except my panties.
I strip them off quickly, and Shadow's hands immediately go to my hips, my thighs, my ass—squeezing, kneading, exploring every curve of my body like he can't get enough.
"Love your body," he growls, his voice rough with need. "Every soft curve. Every inch. These hips, this ass, these perfect tits. You're perfect, Grace. Absolutely fucking perfect."
I position myself over him, and slowly—so slowly—sink down onto his hard cock.
We both groan at the sensation. Perfect. Complete. Home.
I start to move, riding him slow and deep, my hands braced on his shoulders for balance.
Shadow's hands are on my hips, then sliding up to my waist, then back to my breasts, unable to stop touching me.
"That's it," he murmurs, watching my breasts bounce with each movement. "Just like that. Take what you need, darlin'. Use me."
I lean forward slightly, change the angle, and gasp at how deep he feels like this.
"There?" Shadow asks, thrusting up to meet me, hitting that perfect spot inside. "Right there?"
"Yes. God, yes."
