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One of his hands holds onto the wall while the other tangles in my hair. He doesn’t attempt to control my movements but instead lets me control the pace.
He looks down at me and moans his approval. I’ve always loved giving head. The way you can bring a man to his knees and drive him insane is oddly satisfying. And it’s even more fun knowing I’m doing it with Shane, who I’m sure will have no trouble returning the favor.
As if reading my mind, he gently moves my head back, pulling me off him.
“Bedroom. Now. I’m not going to be able to fuck you how I want in this shower.”
He’s got a point. Shower sex is hard enough—even more so while navigating around a cast.
Shane steps out first and quickly dries off before helping me do the same. He wraps me in a towel and leads me back to the bedroom.
It takes no time at all for him to lay me down and start making me feel incredible. With me flat on my back, he lays on his side and closes his mouth around one of my nipples. My pussy drips as his tongue flicks across the stiff peak.
He takes one hand and moves it between my legs. His fingers lightly run along my pussy lips. The touch is light as a feather, and I spread my legs to get more contact.
His finger slowly spreads me open and teases me for a moment before sinking inside. I let out a soft moan that turns into a rather loud one when he crooks his finger and finds that magical sweet spot. He applies slight pressure to it before slipping another finger inside.
My moans grow louder as he moves a little harder and faster. Between the amazing work his fingers are doing and his tongue still toying with my nipple, the sensations are almost more than I can take.
Anxious to feel some release, I move my hand to join his. My fingers find my clit, but I hesitate. I don’t want him to think he’s not doing a good enough job because, believe me, he is. It feels incredible.
He notices my hand as well as my hesitation. He leaves my nipple long enough to whisper, “No, Sunshine. Touch yourself. Show me what you like.”
That’s all the convincing it takes. I reach down and begin rubbing slow circles around my clit, gradually increasing the speed.
It takes no time at all before my legs start shaking, and the pressure in my core builds until I can’t take anymore. My back arches off the bed as I scream Shane’s name. My entire body breaks out in sweat as heat courses through my veins.
He pulls his fingers out, and I shoot my release all over his hand.
“Damn, Sunshine,” he says before positioning his large body between my legs. “Do you know how fucking sexy you are?”
His mouth crashes on mine as our tongues dance. He moves his hips, lining himself up to enter me with ease. Every nerve ending is still on fire, and feeling his cock begin to move keeps every single one humming.
The sex is hard and rough—just how I like it. Our bodies, slicked with sweat, move in perfect harmony. By the way we read each other’s bodies, you’d think we’d been doing this for years.
It’s incredible. The only thing that will make it even better is when I get this cast off, and we’re able to try the whole fucking Kama Sutra.
It doesn’t take long before we fly over the edge together.
When we’re both cleaned up and settled back in bed, Shane gives me a soft kiss before pulling me close and cuddling up behind me.
“Well, Sunshine, I think that despite our lack of relationship experience, I think you and I have the dirty side of things down pat,” he says while kissing my shoulder.
“So, you think we don’t need to practice anymore?” I joke.
That gets him to stop kissing and look at me. “Not funny, Sunshine. If I have my way, you and I are going to practice that every single day, no matter how good at it we get.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.” I giggle. “Okay, I have to ask…why do you call me Sunshine? I mean, I like it, but I’m curious.”
He takes a deep breath and exhales before answering. “You’ve always been so bright and bubbly. Back in high school, I always thought you lit up every room you walked into—like a ray of sunshine.”
I’m glad he sees me as such, but I wonder what he would think of me when my random bouts of depression hit, and I’m not quite so great to be around.
I mutter, “Guess I’m not quite as bright and bubbly anymore.” I don’t say it as though I’m upset with him, more like I realize it about myself.
“That’s not what I meant. I still think you’re both of those things, and I know I sure as shit light up when you walk into a room.”
A wave of emotions washes over me. It’s a mixture of sorrow at how much I’ve changed, anger at my current circumstances, and happiness that I’ve got Shane here with me as I am feeling all of it.
