“I need…” My words falter as he slides his fingers lower, teasing at my entrance. “I need to feel you inside me.”
He groans, his hips pressing forward instinctively. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I gasp as he slowly slides one finger inside me, then another, stretching me gently. “Oh God, yes.”
His palm presses against my clit as he curl inside me, finding a spot that makes me see stars. I rock against his hand, chasing the pleasure building within me.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against my ear, his voice deep with desire. “Fuck, Sutton, you feel incredible in my hands. Under my fingers,” he groans.
The sensation is overwhelming; his hand on my breast, his fingers between my legs, his body solid and warm behind me. Like he’s pleasuring me and protecting me at the same time.
“It’s okay to let go. I’ve got you.”
“Shepherd,” I pant, my voice breaking. “I’m?—”
“I know,” he whispers, increasing his rhythm. “I’m right here and I’ve got you.”
The pressure builds, coiling tighter and tighter until I can barely breathe. My body trembles on the edge of something monumental. His fingers move faster, more insistent, and suddenly I’m falling, breaking apart in his arms with a cry that tears from my throat. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me as he holds me through it, his touch gentle but unrelenting.
“That’s it,” he murmurs as I shudder through the aftershocks, my body still pulsing around his fingers.
My entire body feels like it’s floating, every nerve ending alive with sensation. I’m boneless in his arms and trembling, my breath coming in ragged gasps as my body slowly descends from the high.
“That was…” I can’t find the words, my mind still hazy with ecstasy.
“Stunning,” he says, filling in the blank for me. “You’re stunning when you come, Sutton.”
His rigid cock presses against my back, insistent and hot even through the fabric of his shorts. I turn in his arms to face him, our noses almost touching in the darkness. His eyes are heavy-lidded with desire, his breathing uneven.
“What about you?” I whisper, my hand sliding down his chest.
He catches my wrist gently and shakes his head. “This wasn’t about me. I promised you.”
“I know,” I whisper, my hand resting at the waistband of his shorts, my fingers dragging across his abdomen. “But I want to…if you’ll let me.
Something shifts in his expression—relief, maybe, or surrender. He nods once, and that’s all the permission I need.
21
SHEPHERD
My breath hitches as Sutton’s palm grazes over my cock through my shorts, the heat radiating through the thin fabric. Fuck, does it feel good to have her hand on me. My brain short-circuits, caught between what I want and what might be right…like a quarterback throwing a Hail Mary while getting sacked. I want this. God, do I want her hands on me, but I need to make sure she’s okay. That she doesn’t feel like she owes me anything.
“You’re sure?” I thread my fingers through her damp hair, searching her eyes for any hesitation. “Please don’t feel like you owe me a damn thing because you don’t. I am happy to hold you for the rest of the night and just sleep if that’s what you want.”
She leans in and presses her lips to mine, and it’s all I can do not to moan inside her mouth. “I’m sure,” she breathes when our lips finally part.
The conviction in her voice unravels something in me, and I nod, unable to form words. I kiss her one more time and then lock her eyes with mine. “Then I’m all yours, sweetheart. Do whatever you want. Whatever you need.”
I roll to my back with my hands behind my head andwatch as she slips her hand beneath the waistband of my shorts. She wraps her fingers around my shaft and I’m a puddle for her.
“Fuck,” I breathe, my eyes rolling back and my hips instinctively pressing into her touch.
Her grip is gentle but confident as she strokes me, thumb swiping over the tip where I’m already leaking. The sensation is almost too much. I’ve wanted her for so long that even this simple touch threatens to undo me completely, but more than that, her touch means something to me.
“Is this okay?” she asks, her voice a whisper in the darkness. Her need for approval making my chest hurt.
“It’s more than okay, Sutton,” I manage, my voice strained. “It feels amazing.”
