Shank moved slowly, reaching up to caress her sides and legs as he watched her. She was still straddling him, and she unfastened her pants before kneeling up. Shank ran his hand down her stomach to tease the newly exposed skin, but then he grabbed his pants and started wiggling out of them, shoving at the fabric clumsily.
Allie leaned down and gave him a chaste peck on the lips before she moved off the bed. Shank stripped out of his pants in record time, kicking them to the side of the room as she tried to get her shoes off.
While she got rid of her clothing, he lay on the bed and let his fingers trail over her back. Her body sang under even that gentle touch. She loved sex; she adored the way skin would slide against sweat-slicked skin. She lived for that moment during sex when all the barriers came down and she could see into someone’s soul, and she loved how Shank would look at her like she held all the secrets to the universe.
“Give me a second,” she said as she grabbed a protective membrane out of the pocket of her pants. She quickly opened the package and set it inside herself. She walked around the bed, feeling Shank’s gaze follow her.
He held his hand out to her when she reached the other side, and she took it before knee-walking onto the bed beside him. “What did you have in mind?” Shank asked, wiggling his eyebrows. She did love his adventurous spirit when it came to their sex life.
Shank watched in silence as Allie made a production out of considering her options.
“I feel touch starved, so I want to touch you. Everywhere. And I want you to lie there and let me,” she finally said. She emphasized her point by running her hand up his arm. His muscle twitched a little, but then he took a deep breath and seemed to still himself.
“Do I get a reward if I’m good?” Shank teased.
“Oh, I can think of something you might enjoy,” Allie said. She stroked her own body, reaching in to finger her clit. He watched her, his tongue coming out to wet his lips.
“Okay, then.” He raised his arms and tucked them under his pillow. For a half second, lust derailed Allie’s thoughts as she stared at him, his body sprawled out over white sheets. “I’m ready when you’re ready,” he said, a challenge in his voice.
Allie smiled. “Well, we’ll see about that.” She started by letting her fingertips skim up his sides, and she could feel the tremors of repressed laughter as Shank forced his ticklish nerves to behave. He had a lot of self-control, but then Allie had a lot of patience.
She reached his neck and caught it in both her hands. She pressed firmly and curled her fingers around to the back where she could feel the rise of his spine. But he didn’t react. Arching his neck, he allowed her more access. One dark eyebrow twitched as if to ask if that was the best she could do. It wasn’t.
She’d missed this game. With Shank, everything was a challenge, a new puzzle to figure out or a new territory to explore. Most of the het men she’d bedded hadn’t made it past a second tumble, but she had lost count of how many times she’d had sex with Shank. Tentative sex, shower sex with the danger of someone walking in, cramped sex in her narrow bunk, make-up sex, and slow sex, and raw, desperate sex when he’d come home from that last mission in one piece. Still, she hungered for more.
She swept her hands over his exposed chest, working in slow circles down his body. His cock twitched now. He had a beautiful cock—full and straight and uncut. His low-hanging balls matched it perfectly, and Allie licked her lips as she considered just what she might do.
Shank gave a low groan of need.
“Problem?” she asked playfully.
“Nope.” That was Shank’s determined voice. “I’m perfect.”
“Oh, I bet.” Allie ran her fingers through his curled pubes, watching as his cock darkened with need. The head pushed out of its hood, the slit already looking slick.
Allie bypassed the cock and let her hands trail down over his thighs. When she took a second to massage first one leg and then the other, she was pretty sure his soft mutters were curses, not that she could distinguish any words. Taking pity on him, she caught his balls in her hand. Shank widened his legs and fell silent. Even his breathing stilled, and she knew he was waiting for her to move to his neglected cock.
Instead she traced the line of one leg down until she reached the foot, and then started giving him a good massage. A girl had once taught her how to press her knuckles into the underside of the foot until a person’s muscles went all weak and happy, and she applied her knowledge. Shank grunted with each new pressure point. She could see his body slowly release the stresses and strains it had carried too long. His cock also seemed to calm some, but then she could always tease him to madness later.
She moved to his other foot and repeated the process, and now his body language shifted into something more languid, as if his muscles had finally decided to come off full alert. Now she could work.
She ran her hands up his legs and then wrapped her right hand around his shaft. Again, Shank stilled. Even his breathing slowed to the point where he looked like he wasn’t moving at all. Shank shook, probably from the effort of holding still. Yet he remained motionless. With nothing other than her request to hold him, he had forced his body into submission, and that was the most beautiful gift Allie had ever seen.
“Someone needs rewarding,” she said as she tightened her fist and started slowly pumping him. Sweat formed along his forehead and down the center of his stomach, but he kept his eyes closed and nodded. She straddled him again, and he brought his legs together enough to make it easier for her. Easy wasn’t her goal, though. She lowered herself onto his hard cock, and his back arched as his whole body strained upward.
“Yes, again,” Allie begged as he pressed into her. Shank’s eyes came open, and he looked at her, but she continued to sit on him, his cock inside her. “You should know how to thrust by now,” she teased, but her breathless tone took most of the sting out of the words. She could feel the need building, and she reached down to finger her clit. The first tremors of her coming orgasm rolled through her, and Shank hissed and threw his head back.
His first thrust was careful and small, and Allie made an unhappy whine in the back of her throat and worked her clit harder, pulling at it. He shouted something, and then his second thrust threw her several inches up into the air before her weight came back down. She braced herself on his chest. His third thrust hit exactly the right angle, and Allie cried out in pleasure as her body came alive. He dug his heels into the bed then, driving his cock into her over and over.
Allie started making hard, animalistic noises, but she couldn’t stop. Finally she couldn’t take it, waiting for him to ram into her. She rode him hard, rising up and then dropping until her thighs started to cramp, and orgasm after orgasm flowed through her. Shank cried out as he came, and she rode him a few more seconds, feeling him inside her, part of her.
But then her body couldn’t take one more second of pleasure, and she pulled up only to collapse off to the side. His mouth open, Shank gasped for air, and Allie lay in the warmth of the body heat he radiated, and let her mind drift. Pleasure. Joy. A wave of tremors followed her orgasms. Companionship. Friendship. Those were more rare feelings to have for a bedmate, but Shank was a trusted friend. She let her head rest against his chest, and his arm slipped around her, pulling her closer.
“We’re okay, Allie. I promise we’re okay,” Shank kept telling her over and over.
She believed him. She did. But hearing him say it was like balm on a burn. She didn’t agree with him because she wanted him to keep trying to convince her. She wanted to hear him say the words. They were okay. They had to be.
