I’m soaked now. From his wet clothing, but also from how badly I need him. Is his cock weeping in his jeans?
I free my hands for a moment, but it’s enough for me to wrestle my t-shirt up. He breaks the kiss in shock, his eyes blownout, his lips parted and swollen. I jerk the fabric over my head and toss the shirt to the ground.
I’m so overheated with desire. His skin is now anything but cold.
“Fuck.” Shadow’s guttural curse echoes through the small apartment.
He bows his head, sucking at my throat before kissing and scraping, biting his way down to my nipple. He claims it in his mouth, using his teeth and his tongue. It’s more pain than pleasure, but that’s exactly why my back arches against the wall, thrusting the bud further into his mouth.
My hands scrape over his hair, while my hips buck into him. All I can do is whimper against the onslaught of pleasure that his teeth and his tongue create. It’s not just my breast. He kisses me all over, alternating between my collarbones, the base of my throat, my jugular, my earlobe, my shoulder blade, and my hammering pulse point.
His hand finally drops between us, tracing my thigh, edging up and up, closer to where I need him before I lose my ever loving mind.
It’s me who twists enough that I break his hold. He lowers me to the ground, uncertainty already tracking across his beautiful face. It breaks my heart that he thinks I’m going to let go. I’m not letting go. I’m not leaving him. I just want to tear my leggings down and kick them off. I want to bare myself completely to him. Give him everything.
A hiss of air escapes him. I surge against him, kissing him, taking his bottom lip between my teeth and tugging on it until he’s forced to pin me against the wall again. I guide his handbetween my legs when he hesitates. I know he’s afraid of hurting me or doing something that I don’t fully want to do.
But I do want this. An infinite amount of times more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
His hand is scalding against my soaked, swollen center. He parts my slit, exploring me before his fingers trail up to my clit. My back bows at the jolt of pleasure. I grasp the back of his neck and tug him into me.
I don’t realize just how much I’ve pulled him off balance until I start sliding down the wall and he isn’t able to catch me. He stops me from hitting the floor, but my legs end up taking his out and we land in a tangle together.
His hands immediately hover around my face, his scrunched in an expression of pure horror. “Shit, Fawnie. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
I laugh and lean forward, shoving him down and rolling with him so that I end up straddling his muscular hips. I don’t lower myself all the way down, not yet. I need to wait another moment before I kill us both.
“Did I hurtyou?”
With a growl, he wraps his arms around me and peels himself off the floor. I automatically hold tight, my legs curling around his waist, my arms gathering at his neck for support. He digs his hands into my ass, his strength a feat that I’m not going to forget anytime soon. He walks me straight out of the living room, past the small kitchen, and into the bedroom.
My heart twists even as my stomach bottoms out. This isn’t about fixing him. It’s about treasuring him exactly as he is and helping him see that he should do the same.
“Shadow, I—”
He kisses me firmly, devouring my mouth until he reaches the bed. He sets me down, guiding me around so that I’m on my stomach.
His big hands stroke over the curve of my naked ass. He palms one cheek, then gets his hands underneath of me, propping my hips up in the air. I’m entirely on display for him, enough of a glow coming from the lights that are always on downstairs in the tattoo shop, that he can see every detail of my body.
Instead of being self-conscious, the intimate, exposed position only makes my heart pound faster. I swallow against the rapid beating of my slamming pulse and twist to look over my shoulder just as Shadow’s large hand fits between my legs. He fits the heel of his hand directly against my swollen pussy, holding me possessively, as if he’s already certain that I’m his.
My heart nearly leaves my body. I want to scream the word, but I’m scared that if I make a sound, he’ll leave.
I fail on keeping silent, big fucking time, when he angles his hand and brings it down on me, roughly spanking me, but not on my ass. My body jerks violently as pain and a strange, wild heat spark from my center and radiate through me.
Did he just…
I didn’t even know that you could spank someone the way he just did.
I whip my head around, staring at him over my shoulder. In response, he brushes his fingers through my slit, playing in my wetness, smearing it all the way back to my ass crack. I don’t know if I need to explode or freeze, or jerk forward or awayor back into him. I’ve never had anyone touch methere. I’ve certainly never experimented with it on my own.
Shadow’s lips twitch like he knows a good secret and I’m only just starting to figure that out. He plays with my asshole, brushing his finger over the tight opening, pressing forward just a little, but as soon as I get a taste of the shocking burn, he withdraws. He flattens his hand and spanks me. Hard. It’s no stinging little swat like he gave my pussy. He lands the full force of his palm on my cheek.
I cry out, rocking forward, trying to get away from him. As soon as the pain detonates, wet slicks down my thighs. I feel the droplets go gliding down my sensitive skin. I’ve never tried that either. Shadow palms my ass, one big hand grasping either side of my hips to do it, and I know that I won’t fight him if he wants to do it again. I don’t have an ounce of shame. Not with him. All I want to do is please him. I want him to feel good. That he’s reciprocating, that he wants this as badly as I do, blows my mind.
“Are you enjoying yourself back there?” I sass as I turn around.
He keeps one hand on me, steadying himself, and with the other, he unzips his jeans. It’s just light enough in here that I can take in every detail as he pulls out his thick cock. He strokes himself, his fingers straying over the glistening drops of moisture on the tip, stroking downwards.
