“Fuck, that’s it, baby, goddamn, this juicy cunt,” he grunts before leaning down and sucking on my clit in time with the thrusts of his fingers.
I hold my breath as my muscles draw up tight. For a moment, I’m suspended in empty space, hovering, flying. The hard, merciless rhythm of his tongue is almost painful on my clit, overwhelming in the most glorious way. He twists his fingers and curls them up, breaking the tension over my body as the first wave of my orgasm floods through me.
I bow my back off the table and cry out, my legs slamming shut against his head, trapping him there. Shadow slides his hands under my ass and squeezes the soft flesh. Hard. I buck against his mouth as my orgasm drips out of me. The thought of marking him with my release is so filthy and yet such a turn on. I grind against him again, nearly losing my mind when he growls and bites down on my clit.
The sting of his teeth, followed by the smooth heat of his tongue, has me coming again. The orgasm quickly rips through my body, leaving me breathless and unable to move once I come down.
Shadow gathers my limp body into his arms and carries me, half-naked, to the couch. He sits with me in his lap, his large, warm, calloused hands cradling me gently against his chest.
“You did so good, baby girl,” he murmurs, kissing the top of my head. “Are you okay? Was that too much?”
I manage to tilt my head up and smile at him through my satiated haze. “That was incredible,” I tell him, my voice slurred from how blissfully worn out I am.
Shadow chuckles and combs his fingers through my hair. “You were incredible,” he corrects.
I’m about to protest when a yawn takes over my body. My sexy biker nuzzles into the side of my neck, his stubble tickling my sensitive skin. I think he whispers something in my ear, but I’m already drifting off into a blissful slumber.
6
SHADOW
“Flowers, scones, chai tea…” I go over the list in my head one more time as I glance at the spread on the table.
I’ve never been on a proper date, nor have I had a woman spend the night - let alone multiple nights. Hell, I can’t remember the last time I was with someone else. Everyone and everything before Mika is a dark, blurry, insignificant memory. She’s my entire world now, but I feel like I’m fucking it up already.
I practically mauled her yesterday when I got home. Christ, I can still feel the curves of her soft, eager body, still hear her moans of pleasure, and still taste her sweetness on my tongue. I’ve been half fucking hard all day just thinking about all the other ways I can bring Mika to full ecstasy.
It wasn’t until I woke up this morning that I realized we skipped an important step: going on a date. I spent all morning looking up fancy restaurants and researching the high-class entertainment in Denver. A few hours into my research, I had a moment of clarity. Instead of planning what society deems the “perfect date,” I wanted to come up with something just for us.
Over the last few days, I’ve collected quite a bit of information about my future wife. She loves the simple beauty of daisies, so I picked as many as I could find in the field next to my property. Mika mentioned that she missed the chai tea and scones she used to get from her favorite coffee shop, so I looked them up and was able to purchase all the supplies to make both right here at home. I thought it was romantic at the time, but now it feels lackluster.
“Shadow? Are you in here? I just got done applying for… What is all of this?” Mika walks into the dining room, where I have everything set up. Her eyes widen in surprise, the twinkle in her amber irises letting me know I must have done something right.
“I, uh… I wanted to date you. I mean, take you on a date. But nothing felt… sincere. And then the flowers you like. Scones, too, right?” I close my eyes and clench my jaw in frustration. Why can’t I form a coherent thought around this woman?
“You did this for me?” she whispers in awe. I open my eyes to study her reaction. “Is that rose chai tea? Oh my God, these scones are still warm. Did you bake them yourself?!”
Mika walks around the table, delighting in every single thing. She makes me feel appreciated, seen, and safe, like we could do anything, tell each other anything, and we’d still be solid and comfortable with one another.
“I wanted to do something nice for you. I realized we went straight from zero to sixty in our relationship yesterday, and needed you to know I can love you in this way, too.”
It’s the second time I’ve dropped the L-word, and just like last time, Mika’s cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink. I hope she’s getting used to hearing it.
“Shadow… I don’t even know what to say. This is the nicest, most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you.”
Those golden eyes lock onto mine, shining with unshed tears.
“Don’t cry,” I murmur. “I thought you’d be happy.”
“I am,” she insists, taking my hand in hers. “I just can’t believe I’m not dreaming.”
Tugging her gently against my chest, I cup her face and tilt her head up so we’re eye to eye. “This is very real, Mika. What we have, what’s happening between us… I feel it, too.”
“Really?” Her voice is so small and heartbreaking.
“Really. Since the moment I saw you that night…” I sigh and brush a few strands of hair behind her ear. “I knew you were mine. Every moment since then has only proven me right.”
“I’m yours?”
