“Why not?” I say with a pout.
Shadow leans over and pulls my bottom lip through his teeth. “Because I’m already half fucking hard for you, but I’m trying to give your body time to rest before I ruin it again.”
“Yes,” I say eagerly, nodding as I wrap my arms around him and kiss him deeply.
Shadow surrenders for a moment, but then he pulls back and kisses my nose before standing up. He stretches, his back turned toward me, giving me quite the view. I shamelessly gawk at this incredibly sexy, ridiculously sweet man. His back is rippling with muscles, and his tight ass teases me, making me want another round.
“Enjoying the view?” Shadow asks, a knowing chuckle in his voice.
“You have no idea.” Is that my breathy, wanton voice? Is that my hand sliding down my body? My fingers dip into my deliciously swollen entrance as I continue to admire Shadow’s stunning physique.
My man turns around, his eyes locking on the hand I have between my thighs. “Jesus Christ,” he curses, immediately stoking himself at the sight. “You’re that fucking horny for me, baby?”
I nod, whimpering as I bite my bottom lip. My legs spread open even wider, giving Shadow a show. “I need you,” I gasp. “Right here.” I thrust my fingers in and out of my pulsing channel, faster and faster, but never quite getting the right rhythm.
“I… Fuck, I…” His eyes are feral, his hand violently pumping up and down his thick, veiny cock.
With a roar, Shadow falls on top of me. His lips are on mine, his hands roaming all over me, squeezing my breasts, stroking my back, tangling in my hair to guide my head as he deepens his kiss. I feel him consume me, each stroke of his tongue reminding me I’m his, each soft moan from our lips adding to the symphony of our love. His hands glide down my arms, and he twines his fingers in mine, bringing my arms above my head and holding them in place with one of his large hands on my wrists.
He dips his head down and sucks on my collarbone before licking the curve of my neck and placing a soft kiss at my pulse point. Shadow makes his way to my face, kissing up my jaw and placing sweet kisses on my temple, forehead, eyes, and nose. He hovers above me, inches away. We share the same breath and get lost in this moment.
Finally, Shadow kisses me. It’s tender and reverent, full of promises. He reaches down and drags his throbbing cock up my slit, rubbing my juices all over him. He deepens the kiss and slowly slides into me. I can feel every vein on his beautiful shaft as he presses himself into me, keeping his slow, steady pace.
We both groan when he’s fully buried deep inside of me. He stays there for a few seconds, bowing his head so it’s resting onmy chest. The hand not holding my wrist ghosts up and down the side of my body, from the curve of my hips to the side of my breast.
“This is everything. Everything. Mine. Mine. Mine,” he whispers into my chest, more to himself than to me.
Shadow starts to move inside of me, pulling out at the same slow pace. My walls pulse, wanting to suck him in and keep him inside of me. Once he’s fully out, he enters me again, excruciatingly slow. I need him, need his cock, need our release. But he is in control.
In and out, he never picks up speed, slowly thrusting and feeling every inch of my pussy, like he’s memorizing me from the inside out, figuring out exactly which places are sensitive, which ones make me flinch and buck and lose control.
The slow burn is killing me. I can feel the edge of the flame lick at my core, not quite there yet. His delicious torture is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. In and out, slow and steady. I wrap my legs around his hips and press him further into me so his cock hits my clit with each slow thrust.
He lets my hands go and places his arms on either side of my head. I wind my fingers in his hair and pull him down for a kiss. His tongue twists with mine in a slow dance, the same pace as his thrusts.
The flames reach my core, and I’m so sensitive even though I haven’t even come yet. He’s keeping me on the edge, and it’s almost more than I can take. I grip his shoulders and try to move myself up, chasing my own release.
His hand goes to my hip to still my movements. Shadow rests his forehead on mine. “Feel this with me, love. Feel me, feel us…” he grunts and his hips buck, sending shockwaves throughout my body.
“Shadow…” I whisper, not wanting to break whatever spell his body is casting over me.
He continues his slow pace, every once in a while, adding a quick, hard thrust that brings me right to the edge before he slows down again and brings me back. My arousal trickles out of me and pools on the sheets beneath me.
“Please…” He thrusts again, harder this time. “Oh! Oh fuck, I’m right there, Shadow…”
“Come for me, Mika. I’ve got you. Look at me, I want to see you come.”
With a final thrust, my orgasm takes over me. It’s slow and all-consuming, starting in my core and squeezing my muscles one by one. I swear my heart stops, I can’t take in air, as wave after wave of delicious pleasure pulses through my body.
I stare into Shadow’s eyes. It’s so intense, so vulnerable. I feel him swell inside of me as he empties himself deep in my womb. His jaw clenches, and nostrils flare as he comes, never breaking eye contact with me. He’s shaking and panting as much as I am.
Shadow collapses on top of me, and I savor his skin on mine, covering me, melting into me, as close as we can possibly be.
8
SHADOW
As much as I didn’t want to leave Mika after such an intensely pleasurable morning in bed, the Prez called church again to discuss our recent runs and hash out a plan for Sons of Destruction. Mika pouted slightly when I told her the news, but then I reminded her of the tea and scones from yesterday, as well as the cold pancakes she could warm up. That seemed to satisfy her for the moment.
