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“Yeah, Jenna, let me hear it,” he says.
That just spurs me on even more, and my moans turn into screams.
When he moves my cast-free leg on top of his shoulder, he holds it while he slams into me, allowing him even deeper access.
He takes the pad of his thumb and starts rubbing circles over my clit. It takes a moment, but he finds the sweet spot, and I feel myself beginning to lose control. My legs start shaking as my orgasm crashes into me with the force of a freight train.
I make noises that I’m not sure I’ve ever made before as my pussy tightens around him. He continues moving at the same pace despite the resistance.
I’ve always been one to understand my own pleasure, and I’ve never had an issue exploring my body and figuring out what I like the most. And I’ve had some good sex along the way—and good orgasms to go along with it. But this is on a whole other level. It’s like Shane can read my body like an open book.
He continues to fuck me, prolonging my orgasm for what feels like an eternity. I’m so sensitive that it feels like I’m still in the midst of it.
It doesn’t take long before he’s finding his release inside me. When he’s finished, he leans down to kiss me, slow and sweet, before collapsing in a heap next to me.
“Damn,” I whisper. “That was…”
“Amazing,” he finishes my thought.
“Exactly.”
He gives me one more kiss before getting up and walking to the bathroom. A minute later, he returns with a warm washcloth that he uses to clean me up.
I’m amazed at how easily he transitioned from fucking the shit out of me to sweetly taking care of me.
All of this still seems unreal to me. A month ago, I was in college, playing volleyball and working hard to go pro, and Grady, Tennessee was an entire world away. It feels like I’m a completely different person now, but somehow, this feels right too.
“What are you thinking about?” Shane interrupts my thoughts.
“Just thinking about how crazy all of this seems.”
“Having regrets?” He asks with a slight hint of worry in his voice.
Gently, I lay my hand on his cheek. “Not at all. The past few weeks, I’ve been stuck in this hole. It’s like I felt like my life was over—as dramatic as that may sound. But now, I’m here with you, and suddenly, all of that doesn’t seem to matter. You make me see the light at the end of the tunnel.”
The biggest smile crosses his lips, and I can’t help but feel a little embarrassed.
“Hush,” I say, pointing at him. “I’m usually not this sappy. I’m blaming you. Those orgasms melted my ice-cold heart.”
He props his head on his hand before he begins to speak. “For starters, I don’t mind you being a little sweet. And I should get used to it because I’m going to continue to give you good orgasms if you let me. And I’m sorry these past few weeks have been hard and a little depressing. I’m glad I could help, and I’ll continue to help however I can.”
Man, he’s sweet. Between that and his skills in the bedroom, he might be pretty close to perfect. And I feel pretty lucky that he’s inmybed.
His look changes a bit. “But I do have a serious question for you.”
“Okay?”
He flings back the sheet, exposing my bare chest. “Why on God’s green Earth would you hide these away under those baggy t-shirts?”
“You like them?” I ask.
“They’re fucking amazing, Sunshine.” He starts trailing kisses all over the large mounds.
“I blossomed early, and when I was a young teenager, they garnered me a lot of unwanted attention from guys. Plus, having them jiggle around everywhere made volleyball more difficult.”
“Makes sense.” He continues to kiss.
“So, are you telling me that I should start walking around in a low-cut shirt that shows off the girls?”
