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Shep
My hands have found their favorite spot on her hips. Our lips come together to seal the moment. It’s all out in the open and I’m not going anywhere, and neither is she.
Jane curves her body forward to meet mine. Her breasts are now in contact with my ribcage.
The tightness in the crotch of my trousers tells me my rod approves.
I claim her mouth with mine just to drive home the point: you’re mine now. You belong here. Your real story begins now.
There’s nothing left to hold us back. No wedding rings, no insecurities. No wondering if I’m blurring the lines between right and wrong. No fiancés. Best of all, no Pops hovering around to keep me in check. No sneaking kisses in the kitchen.
It’s just us. Just me and just her.
Her hands go to my waistband of my trousers and begin to tug at my belt buckle.
“Easy, Jane,” I say. “There’s no rush.”
I hoist her up easily so she’s straddling me as I walk her back to my bedroom.
I murmu
r into her ear, “I’m going to do exactly as I promised. I’m going to worship every inch of your body.”
“Talk me through it?” she says.
“Why, are you nervous?”
Jane shakes her head. “No, I just love the sound of your voice.”
I set her down. “Take those clothes off.”
I maintain my distance for the few seconds it takes for her to turn around and drop her jeans, panties, shirt and bra. The curve of her bare hips, the sweet roundness of her ass, the flash of the side of her breast. She’s like a goddess who has come down to Earth, just for me.
“Lie down. Let me look at you.”
Jane watches me while she lies back and stretches out on the blankets like a little blonde cat.
I take a mental picture of Jane on my bed.
I hover over her and lightly stroke one breast. “I’m so happy you got lost and found me, Jane. You deserve to choose who you want to spend your life with. Your body is meant to be worshipped.
“Worship me, Shep.”
Our mouths meet like crashing waves and we’re both pulled out to sea in a riptide.
I nestle myself between her legs and already my cock is aching to break free of my clothes. I rub the length of me against her core. “Feel what you do to me?”
“I need to hold it,” she says.
I quickly unbuckle and unzip. I let her do the rest, her hands pushing my trousers down and tugging at my boxers. Brazen little thing, I feel her hands reach in and pull it out.
My cock is about to burst with the sensation of her hands all over it, caressing it, gripping it, sizing it up. I bite back the building excitement. Must…make this…last.
“It’s so big,” she says.
“If you’re not ready for it, we can wait,” I say.
“I can barely wait another second,” she says, taking hold and squeezing.
