Game(51)

When I pulled away, she was propped up on her elbows now. “Fuck, Finn. That… hurt…”

“Good,” I growled.

I kissed her stomach and was on the move. My eyes never left her eyes as I started to peel her jeans and panties down. I had no time to waste. As much as I wanted to stop time and take weeks to pleasure Shayna, we didn’t have that right now. Yet I needed her. I demanded her.

Fuck, I wanted her. I really wanted her. She soothed me. She was everything to me.

My hands eased up her legs and to her inner thigh. I raced up and my thumbs found the warm, wet comfort of her *. Her soft folds ready for my touch already.

I came forward, my eyes still locked to hers. Her scent filled my nose and set my body on fire. I tasted her and seeing her mouth fall open, her eyes go wide, that was all I needed to see. My hands moved up her body, sliding over her breasts, and I pushed her back down to the bed.

My tongue quickly curled, dancing up and down against her beautiful pearly clit. Her hips started to jolt like her body was unsure what to do with the sudden rush of pleasure. Christ, even that turned me on like crazy. I felt a growl deep in my throat as I tasted her. She was my personal addiction, the spark to my fire, the purpose for my life right now. She pulled me through the darkness even though we were still running through it together.

I cupped her breasts tighter. Shayna groaned and put her hands to mine.

My tongue ran rampant up and down. There wasn’t enough for me to have. I flirted with her entrance, feeling her throb to my touch. I slowly lifted my tongue and flicked against her clit a few more times.

And that’s the exact moment I stopped.

When I backed away, Shayna looked at me. Her eyes were a mix between lust and anger. I loved being in control of her pleasure like that.

I stood up and lifted my shirt. By the time I threw it to the floor Shayna had her legs already wrapped around me, pulling at me.

“Easy, sweetie,” I said and grabbed her knees. “Let me take my jeans off first.”

I got my jeans down to my knees before I couldn’t hold off anymore. My hands grabbed at her sides and pulled her to the edge of the bed. With her legs spreading, giving me herself, I took it all for my own. I thrust at her, breaking her open again, and sank deep. She wrapped around me impossibly tight, obvious that I had given too much all at once to her. Shayna’s mouth was wide open as she tried to scream, but a hoarse cry came out.

I slowly pulled back and watched as Shayna grabbed the sheets, her fingers curled tight. She flexed her ass and lifted herself to me. I stared down and watched my cock slide out of her, glistening with the sweetest desire I ever knew.

When I felt - and saw - the tip of my dick ready to ease out, I thrust right back in.

I lowered my body down to hers, one hand cradling behind her head. My other hand pressed firmly on the bed, my feet on the floor, and I f*cked her. Each thrust brought a new sound from Shayna. Cries, groans, moans, whimpering, it was a symphony of pleasure that I orchestrated on my own. She locked her ankles behind me, wanting me to stay nice and deep - something I had no f*cking problem with.

The deeper I sank the more I felt. The warmth of depths, maybe parts that were never explored before.

I kissed her chest, her neck, flirted with her lips, nibbled her ears. I was everywhere I could be all at once, never wanting to f*ck someone like I wanted to f*ck Shayna. And the craziest part of it all? We weren’t actually f*cking. We were loving each other. The way our tongues touched when we kissed felt good. The way our bodies collided with intention that went further than pleasure and climax.

I f*cking loved her. I knew how to say it and now I was showing it to her.

My hands traced every curve she had to offer, leaving my callused fingers like mush, never to forget what Shayna really felt like.

I rested my forehead to hers, losing my own damn breath as I kept going faster and faster. The room suddenly felt like the dead of a record hot summer. Our sweat mixed as our bodies did.

When I started to come, I thrust and held deep. Shayna let out a cry with the first spurt of orgasm. She then dug her heels to the back of my legs, just under my ass, and made sure I didn’t leave her. Her hips rocked left to right, her sex clung to me, releasing me over and over.

All I could think about was the pregnancy test. How badly I now wanted it to be positive. To share something so intense and beautiful with Shayna. As though escaping this situation with our lives wasn’t enough.

We eased down together, but we didn’t move. We slowly and softly kissed. I never took the time to appreciate a woman’s lips before. Or the taste of a woman’s tongue. Or how she kissed. Or the feeling of two hearts racing as our chests touched.

I blinked and realized I was getting emotional. At the same time I saw a stray tear escape from Shayna’s eye and run down her cheek, collecting with a diamond bead of sweat.

I brought my hand to her face and wiped it all away.

“I love you,” I said.

“I love you too, Finn.”

Nothing felt so good.

I kissed her again and then there was a loud THUD at the bedroom door.

“Are you done yet?” Cormac’s half drunk voice yelled.

“Ah, f*ck,” I whispered, smiling. “He heard us.”

“Good,” Shayna said. “Go talk to him. Just don’t get into a fight again.”

I pushed myself off Shayna. “That I can’t promise, sweetie.”