Shea slipped her hand under the hem of my T-shirt, tonguing at my neck. She gave her wrist a deft little twist around my cock. I gritted my teeth, body bowing up into her grip with a guttural moan.
“Prove it,” she whispered in my ear.
Challenge accepted.
I shifted over Shea on the couch, pressing her back into the cushions. Stripping off her shorts, I slid two fingers into her soaked pussy with an easy glide.
Shea sighed and closed her eyes. I’d never seen her surrender like this. Allowing someone to take care of her for once without a fight. She was always so fiercely independent, determined to handle everything on her own. Relying on no one.
I dipped my head, licking a stripe between her tits. Sucking her nipple into my mouth, I pinched it with my teeth. Her walls fluttered around my fingers, matching her quick, shallow breathing.
I curled, twisted, and stroked as Shea squirmed desperately. I swirled my tongue over one nipple, then the other. She dug her nails into my biceps with a burn that drove me wild.
“I’mso close,” Shea panted.
Just as her muscles began to tremble, and her orgasm was moments away—I pulled back. Shea huffed with frustration and slumped against the couch.
“Oh, youasshole,” she croaked.
I chuckled, smoothing my hands over her tattooed thighs.
“Couldn’t resist giving you a little taste of your own medicine.”
“Enough playing games,” Shea said. “If you don’t hurry up and fuck me, I have a toy in my nightstand that will do the job.”
I hummed, amused at her throat.
“If you want to bring toys into our play time, I don’t mind. But if you put a vibrator in my hand and tell me to use it on you, there will be waterworks. So, plan accordingly.”
Shea’s eyes flickered wider for a split second.
“That’s a lot of talk for someone who hasn’t even made me come once yet.”
I hummed with amusement as I kissed her, then broke away and stripped off my shirt. Shea busied herself with my jeans, working them down halfway, before I finally got rid of them. Digging a condom from my pocket, I ripped open the foil with my teeth. After rolling it on, I turned back to Shea again.
There wasn’t enough room on the couch to spread her open as much as I would like. Instead, I pressed her knees to her chest, guiding my cock through her pussy lips until my length was coated with her slickness. Locking my gaze with hers, I slowly eased in.
Shea sucked in a breath but she didn’t break eye contact. She gripped the back of my thighs, pulling me closer.
“Oh my God,” she said softly. “You really do fit perfectly.”
I smirked with another slow, deep thrust. My dog tags jingled quietly in the dark, swinging back and forth.
“You’re not thinking about your toys anymore, are you?”
“Don’t make me change my mind,” Shea warned in a teasing tone.
I buried my cock balls-deep, grinding my hips against her. She moaned, neck arched, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy.
“Is that what you want?” I asked, barely more than a whisper. “To change your mind?”
She shook her head.
“Not in a million years.”
I liked the sound of that. The idea of spending forever with someone usually made me uneasy. Until death do we part was not in my vocabulary.
But with Shea…
