He positions himself between my thighs once again, his eyes never leaving mine. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been surer of anything,” I tell him, wrapping my legs around his hips to draw him closer.
When he pushes inside me, we gasp and moan in tandem. The stretch is delicious, my body still sensitive from his mouth. He moves slowly at first, giving me time to adjust, his forearms braced on either side of my head.
“Mother fuck, you feel incredible,” he groans, dropping his forehead to rest against mine. “So perfect.” The weight of him, solid and warm above me, anchors me in a way I’ve never experienced before. He brushes my hair back from my face, his expression so tender it makes my chest ache. “You’re everything, Sutton,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead against mine.
My breath catches at his words. His gaze is so intense, so honest that I can barely hold it. No one has ever looked at me the way Shepherd Haynes looks at me. Like I’m something worth cherishing. “Shepherd,” I whisper, my voice breaking. I don’t know what to say, how to respond to such naked emotion.Instead, I pull him closer, my legs tightening around his waist as he begins to move inside me with slow, deep strokes.
Each thrust sends sparks of pleasure through my body, building on the afterglow of my first orgasm. I run my hands down his back, feeling the muscles flex and shift beneath my fingertips. His skin is hot to the touch, a thin sheen of sweat making him glisten in the morning light filtering through the curtains.
“You feel so good,” I gasp as he hits a spot deep inside me that makes my toes curl. “Right there, please, don’t stop.”
“Never,” he promises, his rhythm increasing as my nails dig into his shoulders. “I’ll give you whatever you need, Sutton. Always.”
He establishes a rhythm that has me clawing at his back, my nails digging into his skin. Each thrust is measured, purposeful, hitting places inside me that makes my vision blur. His eyes never leave mine, watching every reaction, every gasp and moan.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispers, his voice reverent and raw.
In the past, such praise would’ve made me flinch, but now—with Shepherd—I find myself basking in it. I don’t look away. Instead, I let him see me, truly see me, as I come undone beneath him.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, pulling him deeper.
He shifts slightly, changing the angle, and hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. I cry out, my back arching off the bed as pleasure spirals through me. His thumb finds my clit, circling with just the right pressure as he continues to move inside me. The dual sensation is overwhelming, and I feel myself hurtling toward another climax.
“Oh God, Shepherd, I’m—I’m going to?—”
“Yes,” he growls, his movementsbecoming more urgent. “Jesus Christ you’re incredible…the way you take me. Fuck.” He leans forward and sucks a nipple into his mouth and I gasp audibly at the overwhelming sensation.
“Oh, fuck!” His words push me closer to the edge. I’m clinging to him now, my fingers digging into his shoulders, my legs locked around his waist as he drives into me with perfect, relentless strokes. I gasp once, twice, three times and then I’m coming harder than I ever thought I could, my body convulsing against him. My pussy clenching around him like a vise.
“Shit. Sutton. Fuck.” His body stiffens over me as he finds his release, his cock pulsing inside me as he groans my name. He captures my mouth in a deep kiss, swallowing my cries as we ride the waves of pleasure together, his hips still moving in gentle thrusts that prolong our shared ecstasy.
When he finally collapses beside me, pulling me against his chest, I’m trembling and breathless. His arms encircle me, one hand stroking my hair as we both struggle to catch our breath.
“Holy shit,” I gasp, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on his sweat-slicked back.
“Yeah,” he agrees, his voice muffled against my neck. “Holy shit indeed.”
For a moment, we just lie there, tangled together, his heart pounding against mine. I’ve never felt so completely satisfied, so thoroughly undone. My body feels like it’s floating, every nerve ending humming with pleasure.
Shepherd lifts his head, his eyes meeting mine with such tenderness as he brushes a strand of hair from my face, his touch gentle as a whisper.
“You okay?” he asks, searching my expression.
I nod, unable to stop the smile that spreads across my face. “More than okay.”
He kisses me softly before carefully withdrawing from my body. I wince at the loss of connection as he rolls away todispose of the condom. When he returns, he gathers me against his chest, his arms wrapping around me like a shield against the world. I nestle into the warmth of his body, feeling strangely at peace.
A feeling I haven’t experienced in a long time.
“Did you get enough coffee?” I ask him teasingly, enjoying our lazy morning.
“I will never have enough coffee as long as you’re serving it.”
“Well, who would I be to deny a strong man his morning coffee?” I chuckle softly. “Though I wouldn’t say no to actual coffee now.”
“Demanding,” he teases, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I like it.”
