“OH GOD, SHANE!” I cry out. “I’m… I’m so close.”
Shane changes position slightly, just as I’m on the edge, and brings my back to his chest, taking one of my arms and placing it behind his head so I can hold on to him. He then grabs me by the back of my legs and practically folds me in half, my feet no longer resting on his knees and my thighs now pressing against my stomach as he supports all my weight in his hands.
And then he starts up again, ramming into me with unrelenting force.
“Oh my God, I’m coming! Oh God, Shane! Ohfuck! I’m coming!” My cries turn to screams as my body convulses against Shane’s. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I throw it back against his shoulder, my hips bucking erratically.
He slams into me one last time, seconds before a guttural roar burst from his throat. “Angel!”
I lay limp against his chest, the sound of our heavy panting filling the space around us. He suddenly chuckles as he swipes my damp hair away from my forehead. “You swore, I’ve never heard you swear before.”
I giggle tiredly. “That’s because I don’t. This was an exception.”
“I like being your exception.” He kisses my sweaty shoulder. “Come on, Angel. Let’s take a shower and then get some rest.”
“Okay.” I manage to climb off him once my limbs start functioning again and notice there’s no blood on him this time.
He looks down at his shaft and then smiles at me. “Were you expecting more blood?” He chuckles.
“You might have already forgotten, but I’m still new at this.” I narrow my eyes at him before admitting with a blush. “I wasn’t sure what to expect.”
He takes a step toward me and wraps his arms around me from behind, kissing the back of my head. “Trust me, Angel. I haven’t forgotten. And I want to thank you for giving yourself to me, for trusting me. It means the world, Aubrey.”
I look back at him, my hand coming to his well-defined, square jaw where a light stubble is growing in. He must shave daily because I’m sure there wasn’t any this morning. “I wouldn’t have wanted it to be anyone else but you,” I whisper truthfully.
He leans in, pressing his pillowy lips to mine, then walks us to the bathroom and into the shower. Another first for me tonight.
Chapter seven
Shane
Looking for constellations.
I stir from my sleep as soft, wet kisses trail along my neck. Aubrey’s warm body is above mine as she strokes my rock-hard cock between us, seconds before she lifts onto her knees and sinks down my length, a beautiful erotic moan slipping past her lips.
“Aubrey,” I moan as she begins to move up and down my shaft.
I’m not sure what time it is, but the room is pitch-black, so we must not have been asleep for a long time. Who knew my pretty Angel would be so insatiable once she explored this new side of her? I honestly have no idea how I’m still holding up. I can’t remember the last time I had sex more than once in one night.
“I couldn’t wait, Shane. I kept looking at you and you looked so handsome. I needed you too much, I’m sorry,” she whispers as her mouth finds mine.
I wrap my arms around her, needing to feel her closer as I thrust up into her. “Don’t ever apologize for needing me, Angel. I’m all yours.” She cries into my mouth as I make love to her, not as intense as I was earlier on the chair.
She’s so warm and wet and tight, she drives me crazy. I’ve never been with a woman who felt anything like Aubrey, it’s just never felt this way. All-consuming, earth-shattering, heart-stopping. Like the world could crash around us, completely vanish, and I wouldn’t even know, because all I can see, all I can hear and feel, is my Angel.
I’m not sure if it’s from the lack of sleep, or because this is our third time having sex in a few hours and I’m simply more sensitive, but it feels different. She feels different. Like I can sense everything more intensely, like her warmth is more pronounced, her wetness more lubricated, even her tight walls seem more defined. She simply feels amazing, and I can’t get enough.
It doesn’t take us long to reach our climax as we kiss and grind against each other, and then we stay in each other’s arms, still connected with me deep inside of her. And within seconds, we fall back asleep with her on my chest, her face in the crook of my neck as she purrs softly while my arms hold her in place, one hand sprawled against her back, the other in her hair.
When I woke up this morning, I was excited for the day, knowing I would get to see my beautiful Angel after a week without her. But I couldn’t have imagined our night ending like this, where my wildest dreams finally came true.
Because that’s what she is—she’s my wildest dream, my craziest fantasy. And now that I’ve had her, I’m never letting her go.
I wake a few hours later to sunlight streaming past the curtains and into the room, illuminating my girl. Aubrey’s no longerabove me but instead sleeping peacefully on her belly, arms folded over each other under her head that’s turned toward me.
With the glowing light that falls on her, I can make out every tiny freckle on her face as well as her shoulders and back. The sheet that had covered us last night now rests at the small of her back, only covering her legs and perfectly rounded butt cheeks, her tiny star-shaped birthmark on her lower back exposed to me. I noticed it last night when we were in front of the mirror.
I take this moment to examine her more closely as my hand reaches out to push a few strands of hair away from her face. She really looks like an angel right now with her still-swollen lips slightly parted, her tiny little nose, and long lashes resting over her cheekbones.
