“You’re so impatient, Princess,” Shane murmured.
“Don’t you think we’ve waited enough?” I asked.
He doesn’t answer me, but his fingers do. I raise myself up so his fingers can get in between my legs. He doesn’t hurry either, his fingers pinch the inner fat of my thigh and I groan. His eyes lit up as he took his time touching me, as if his flesh on mine made him a new man. As if it were a new thing, a new sensation, he hadn’t felt before.
“Damn it, Shane. If you’re not going to fuck me, I need you to touch me.”
“Touch you?” Shane asked teasingly. His fingers poked my sensitive core and I jerked.
“You’re a tease,” I pouted. Shane leaned in.
“I did what you wanted, didn’t I?” Shane asked. His breath was on my cheek and a delicious shiver slid up my spine.
“You know what I want.”
“Do I?” Shane asked. “How rude of you to presume that I know everything.”
“Shane!”
“Tell me, Princess. What do you want?” Shane asked. His voice was the opposite of mine. It was calm and in control. Where my breathing was choppy and gave way to what I was feeling. He wasn’t going to budge.
“I want you to put your fingers…”
“Yes?” He asked.
“Inside of me,” I said quietly.
“I didn’t hear you.”
Oh, the bastard. He was loving every minute of this. I wasn’t going to give him the shy girl he was enjoying pushing around. No. To hell with it.
“I want you to bring me to edge of pleasure with your fingers.”
His eyes darkened, and without another word, his fingers pressed inside of me. I arched my back, my breasts in his face as I dropped my head back. This feeling was everything, and yet not what I needed. More, more, more.
He growled as I lowered myself the rest of the way.
“That’s a good girl. You’re a fucking Goddess, Adea. Do you know that?”
I gasped, my mouth hanging open as he pushed inside of me. I felt the pinch of pain, but I didn’t let it stop me, I welcomed it. I twirled my hips and his fingers curled. I couldn’t help the moans that fell from my lips as a deliciously sweet feeling washed over me. I twirled my hips again as I tried to chase that feeling.
“Look at you,” Shane growled. “Fucking look at you.”
His fingers start to move, and my breathing sped up. I lifted my hands to my chest. When my fingers brushed against my nipples I cried out. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I brought my fingers to my breasts. As the speed of his fingers increased, thrusting up into my core, I kneaded my nubs. I twisted the hardened peaks between my fingers, and I didn’t miss the way that Shane let out a low growl. Whatever I was doing was affecting him, touching myself was…pleasing him. So I kept doing it.
“Oh, Princess. You’re beautiful,” he groaned as I clenched around him. “That’s it, that’s it,” he cooed as wave after wave of my orgasm washeed over me.
“Oh, Shane. Oh, Shane,” I whimpered.
His hand was on my chest, in the middle of my breasts, and slowly he pushed me until I was flat on my back on the bed. My chest rose and fell as I tried to catch my breath. Shane got to his feet and I watched as he pulled down his pants.
I was breathless as he crawled over me.
“Do you know how long I’ve thought of this very moment? Do you know how many times I’ve thought of taking you, claiming you?” Shane asked.
His arm held him up while he stared down at me. His hair hung around his face and he lowered his hand. I watched as he made his way down his muscular biceps, his chiseled abdomen, and as it dipped further down. Down, down, down lower.
He was hard and long, and I forgot how to breathe. We’d played around, but now we were about to do it. How is that going to fit inside of me? Goddess, I didn’t think it would be that large. On top of that, his girth is… I reach out and wrap my hand around him. My hand doesn’t wrap all the way around and my fingers don’t touch. My jaw drops, and when I raise my eyes to look at him, he’s smirking down at me. I want to wipe it off his face. Before I can, his eyes lower and his gaze locks on the space between us.
“I’ve prepared you, Princess, but this is going to hurt. I’m not being cocky when I say I’ve been told that I’m larger than most. This will hurt.”
“Will it ever feel good?” I asked quietly.
“Yes… eventually, I promise.”
“Will you go slow?”
“For you, yes. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. The pain will turn into pleasure, and your body will mold to mine, but I won’t lie to you.”
I swallowed. I didn’t know what to say to that, but I didn’t let myself fall into despair or worry. I widened my legs for him and looked up at me.
“That’s my girl,” Shane cooed. “I’m here. You can grip my arms, my neck, anywhere. Squeeze hard, you won’t hurt me.”
I nod my head.
“Words, Princess. I need your words.”
“Yes. I still want this. I still want you.”