by Lily Harlem
“Ah, ah, Shane I…” It was like a whip of fire inside me. I wasn’t going to be able to take him all in. It was impossible.
“Shh, think about those books you read as research.” His voice was strained. “Think about the virgins. They might have asked for it to stop but it doesn’t, does it, not once it’s started, not once it’s got this far. It has to go on. Doesn’t it, Ashley, tell me?”
“Yes, yes it does, I know, but this hurts. You said it wouldn’t hurt.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think it would. I think you just need to relax. Let go of the tension inside.”
“I’ll try.” I willed my pelvic muscles to soften.
“That’s it, good girl,” he said, dropping down so our chests connected. “You’re doing so well and in about ten seconds it’s going to be as perfect for you as it is for me.”
He kissed me gently and rode into me, slow but firm. Filling me, possessing me, taking what he wanted.
“Ow, ow,” I cried around his kiss, pushing at his shoulders with my fists.
“Ashley, it’s done, you’ve taken all of me, now just catch the spark again.” He pulled out a fraction then rocked back in.
My body stiffened. As he’d rocked, his pubic bone had connected wonderfully with my clit.
“It’s feeling better now, isn’t it?” He repeated the action, rubbing me perfectly.
“Ah, yes, yes.”
“It’s so good for me too, so fucking good, you wouldn’t believe.”
“Shane,” I gasped, pressing my hands to his cheeks and looping my ankles around the back of his thighs. “Yes, it’s good.” He was so high inside me, I was full and stretched. His cock was touching every part of me and pushing at my insides in a deeply satisfying invasion.
“God, I’ve never felt anything like you,” he murmured, staring at my face. “You’re tight and hot and sweet and you’re gripping me so hard with your internal muscles it feels like you’ll never let go.”
“Hard, yes, hard,” I said breathlessly, pushing his floppy hair from his face. “Please don’t stop.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t.” He continued rocking. It was a graceful, gliding movement that rubbed my clit as he stroked his cock along my internal walls. He smiled, dropped his head and kissed me, pouring the taste of myself into my mouth along with his own divine masculine flavor. The pressure in my clit was growing again and I twitched my hips upward for more connection every time he smoothed into me.
“You want to go on top?” he asked, tracing his lips to my ear.
I didn’t want to change a thing about what we were doing. I was on a ride to heaven.
“I think you’ll like it.” He didn’t wait for me to answer. In one swift movement I was lifted upright over him with my legs bent at his sides. His cock hadn’t left my pussy.
Gasping, I flattened my hands on his chest as my hair fell around my cheeks.
“Sit up,” he said, wrapping his hands around my upper arms and holding me tight. “I want to see you ride me.” He pushed me into a sitting position.
I froze. His cock was a thick, wide rod and I was sitting on it. He was so deep I was sure he was bumping into my cervix.
“Move, honey,” he said, spreading his palms on the scalloped lace of my fishnets. “Move to catch all those hot spots.” He urged me into a rocking rhythm.
Instantly my clit caught on his body again. His cock, so high, heightened the sensations tenfold. “Oh god, yes,” I groaned, arching my back and tipping my head to the ceiling. “I like it like that, yes, yes, you were right, it’s good on top.”
“I know.” He cupped my breasts and jerked his hips in time with my movements. I pressed my hands over his and encouraged him to tweak and pull at my nipples. I wanted sensations all over.
“Sweet Jesus,” he muttered, pulling and teasing at both my nipples with his big, strong fingers.
I was going to climax again. I could feel it. Each time I rocked on him I was getting closer and closer. It felt amazing to be on top, female and sexy, empowering and erotic. I put my hands behind myself, rested them on his concrete thighs and jerked my pelvis, over and over, grinding, gyrating. I was fucking Shane, completely naked, he was hardly moving, it was all about me, riding him, crushing my clit against him and building up a wonderful orgasm.
“Oh shit, I hope you’re close.” I heard Shane mutter through the sound of blood racing in my ears.
“Yes, so near…”
Suddenly I was flat on my back again with a big, hungry man pressed over me.
“Now,” he grunted fiercely, burying his face in my neck. “Come now, Ashley.”
He gave one powerful ram and I split apart. An orgasm, big and intense, claimed my body, shaking me and twisting me inside out. “Shane, yes, ah, ah,” I cried. “Oh, that’s it.” Every muscle in my body bucked and tensed. But I couldn’t move, his weight on me was too heavy and tight.
“Fuck…ing…hell…” he moaned, lifting his head.
I tore open my eyes. He’d tipped his face back. The tendons on his neck were strained and his lips spread sideways in a tight grimace as he hissed in a long suck of air.
His chest pressed heavily on me as a long, pleasure-infused groan vibrated from him.
Finally his body stilled, though his breathing was erratic. “I’m sorry,” he gasped into my ear.
“Why?” I asked breathlessly.
“I lost it a bit those last few seconds.”
“It was amazing,” I panted. “More than amazing, it was perfect.”
He smoothed back my hair as he took his weight onto his elbows. “Are you sure?” he asked. There were beads of sweat on his upper lip, catching in his stubble.
“Oh my god, yes, yes, everything and more than I thought it would be.”
He dropped a light kiss to my lips. “Good, ’cause seeing you ride me, with no inhibitions, just taking what you wanted, was the sexiest damn thing I ever saw in my life.”
Grinning, I lifted my head and kissed him, hot, hard and thoroughly. Inside I was dancing up and down, celebrating the loss of my damn virginity. It had been spectacular, carnal, utterly perfect.
“Oh, honey,” he said, breaking the kiss. “I am so going to have to go downstairs and empty that machine of condoms because there is no way once is enough, not with you.”
His cock inside me had barely softened.
“Suits me,” I said with a smile.
He withdrew, rolled off and dropped onto his back.
We lay side by side, breathless and sweaty, staring at the tartan canopy over the bed.
Chapter Five
“I think I might take a shower,” I said after a few minutes. My skin was cooling and I’d become aware of a damp tackiness between my legs.
He turned his head and grinned. “Want company?”
“Mm, that would be another first.”
He twitched his brows and stood. “Well, we’ll have to make it count then.” He reached for my hand, tugged me to standing and led me to the bathroom.
Within seconds the huge shower cubicle was filled with hot, swirling steam. I slipped off my stockings and we stepped under the torrent of water. Drawing me close, he set about kissing me, lazily, indulgently as the water soaked over our hair and bodies. Gently, he nibbled down my neck and across my collarbone while exploring my back and butt with his hands.
The feel of a hot, wet body pressed against mine in the shower was divine. He was hard and slippery, and the hairs on his forearms, chest and abdomen as they brushed across my sensitive skin, utterly delicious.
“You have a great bum,” he said, cupping a butt cheek in each palm and squeezing.
“Thanks,” I giggled.
“Just the right size for me to grope.” He grinned and continued to massage.
Buzzing sensations traveled to my pussy, his enjoyment of my rear a total turn-on.
He furrowed his brow. “Damn, I should have got those condoms before I jumped in this shower with you. We could have found your oth
er sweet spot in here and I could have worshipped your butt while it was all wet and slippery.”
Lust screamed through me again, his words an aphrodisiac all on their own. God, I wanted him in me again, burying fast and hard from behind, finding my G-spot, making me cry out with pleasure. “So go, go and get some,” I said, blinking water from my eyes.
“I will in a minute.” He reached for the hand attachment of the shower. “Once I’ve made sure your first shared shower is memorable.”
I stared at his handsome face as he adjusted the water setting on the attachment, making the stream hard and fast. If I never had a shower with another guy in my life I would be quite happy. He needed to do nothing other than just stand there naked, wet and gorgeous and it was perfect. He was so damn sexy, how could anyone else ever compare?
“Like this,” he said, backing me up until my shoulders hit smooth, cool tiles.
He blasted the jet into his palm then reached for my hand and did the same to me. It tickled in a strong, vibrating way. I curled my fist around the spray.
“Do you trust me?”
I nodded.
“Then go with it, just enjoy.” He pulled my arm straight and moved the jet of water up the inside of my forearm, over the delicate underside of my elbow and onto my shoulder. My sensitive skin greedily lapped up the pounding sensation.
What is he doing?
He moved the jet down my collarbone and onto the top rise of my breast, watching his movements carefully.
My breasts felt heavy with desire, my nipples had puckered. The stream of beating water moved lower, then circled my areola.
“Shane,” I gasped, holding on to his wrist. The hard sensation was new and deep.
“Shh,” he soothed, keeping the jet perfectly still so that it pounded relentlessly at my nipple. “Does it feel nice?”
“Yes, different, but yes, nice.” I pinched my other nipple, twisting it between my fingers and tugging until pain mixed with the sensations.
He smiled as though again enjoying my uninhibited actions. “It’s going to feel even nicer down here.” The water moved downward, over my ribs and navel. “Open your legs, honey, and you better lock your knees.”
My mind spun as I realized what he was going to do. “I-I don’t know.”
“It’s okay,” he said, kissing me gently. “I can’t make you come with my cock until I’ve stocked up on condoms, but you’ll like this way of climaxing, I’m sure of it.”
I parted my legs as the beating water pounded over my pubic hair. Still I kept hold of his wrist. The jet was so strong, so forceful, and I needed to have some control as it went near my most delicate flesh.
He glanced down, his black eyelashes heavy with drips. Using his free hand, he parted my folds to reveal my pale, still-swollen clit.
“So pretty,” he murmured.
The water hit.
“Ah!” I went up on my tiptoes and shifted away.
“Stay with it,” he said. “You’ll come fast and hard, just stay with it.”
“It’s too much.” I shook my head and writhed against the tiles.
He grinned and pressed his legs to mine, pinning me in place. “You said that last time and ended up having a wild ride, remember?”
I swallowed. He was right. I wanted to do as he asked, really I did.
“Ashley,” he murmured onto my lips. “Trust me to make you feel good.”
The water was back, hammering through my pubic hair. I nodded, sucking in a hot, wet breath and bracing for it hitting my delicate clit again.
This time I forced myself not to move as it connected. “Oh god,” I groaned into his mouth. The sensation was so intense, so concentrated.
“Come,” he murmured. “Come again, beautiful lady.”
Already my orgasm was growing and suddenly the thought of moving away from the water pressure was unthinkable. It felt fabulous, amazing. The strong stimulation direct and focused, building me up so quickly my head spun and my muscles trembled.
“Shane,” I gasped, clutching his shoulder for support. “I’m going to…”
“I know, take it.”
I was floating, nothing existed except for Shane directing hammering water at my clit. I shut my eyes, started to call out but no sound emerged. The plane of bliss I was on was vibrant and all-consuming.
Then my pussy was clamping down, spasming around nothing, and my clit exploded in ecstatic, throbbing pulsations.
“Ah god, yes, yes, please, no more.”
The shower attachment fell to the floor, freeing my clit of the wicked water. He kissed me, hard, pulling me into his body.
My knees would barely hold me and I clung to him as my whole pelvis contracted over and over. I gasped at the speed and ferocity he’d brought me to climax with his naughty little trick. I was hot and feverish and aware of sweat pricking over my body even though I was standing beneath a shower of water.
“I told you to trust me,” he said, nipping my bottom lip lightly then trailing kisses to the hollow of my throat. “I know my way around a woman’s body, and yours is just about the sweetest and most responsive I’ve ever had the pleasure of exploring.”
Fluttering my eyes shut, I reveled in his delicate kisses and his raw strength. “Keep exploring, I like it.”
He chuckled, reaching for the shower gel and filling his palms with the spicy ginger liquid. With a quick rub of his hands it turned to white foam. “Turn around, honey.”
I did as he instructed and he coated my back in suds, creeping his hands ’round to slide over my breasts and down between my legs. “How did you?” I paused. “I mean how do you know something like that?”
His lips were by my ear. “What do you mean?”
“How did you know the water would make me come so fast?”
“You really want to know?”
I nodded.
He sighed. “I surprised Mandy in the shower once. She was squatted on the floor getting herself off with the hard stream of water from the mobile attachment.”
“Oh.” I pictured his ex-wife, beautiful I was sure, masturbating in the shower as she waited for him to join her and start the real thing. “I see.”
He tweaked my soapy nipples. “We’d just made love. I guess she’d faked it and headed off to the shower to find her release.”
Faked it? With Shane?
It was unthinkable. I could orgasm again just from him rubbing suds on my breasts. The woman had something seriously wrong with her.
I turned to face him and the water washed away the bubbles on my chest. “Well, I’m sorry if that made you feel bad, which I’m sure it did, but I’m not sorry that you discovered that unique shower experience for me to enjoy.” I kissed him and his hard cock strained against my belly.
“Mm,” he murmured. “I’m glad it worked so well.” He probed his tongue into my mouth and tangled it with mine, slid his hands down my back and onto my butt. “Ah, fuck.” He pulled away from our wet, rapidly intensifying kiss. “If I don’t get outta here now and go get those condoms, you, Ashley, could find yourself the mother of my child.” He pulled away and grinned broadly. “I’ll be back in ten minutes, go get some rest. You’ll need it.”
I stared at his broad, water-coated back as he stepped quickly from the shower and grabbed a huge white towel. Within seconds he was striding from the steamy bathroom and I was alone.
I held my face up to the water and closed my eyes.
The mother of his child?
It wasn’t an abhorrent thought, not by a long shot. He was the perfect man as far as I was concerned. Not just successful and handsome and charming like all the heroes from my novels, but also wickedly sexy and real, so real, with history and demons and ambitions for the future. Everything about him was fascinating, from his slightly crooked smile to his groans of pleasure when he’d come. His butt and back were adorable, his hands and his fingertips as they touched me were gentle and skillful.
My belly clenched at the memory of my three wonderful
orgasms and at the thought of more to come.
Get some rest, you’ll need it.
Running my hands over my body, I gently touched my no longer virginal pussy. My clit was still sensitive and swollen, my entrance tender. But it felt the same, only now it felt like Shane’s, if just for one night.
I’d given him a part of me. But it was more than my virginity, I sensed that already. I’d given him a part of my history, of my life as a woman. I had given him a key to my soul and a slice of my heart.
After drying and slathering exotic-scented lotion over my body, I pulled on the luxurious hotel robe and flopped on the bed. The room was quiet and still without Shane, and I decided to indulge in a few pages from my favorite e-book while I waited for him to return.
Stolen and Seduced. Just the title had me tingling with anticipation as my laptop whirred to life. The way misunderstood gangster Hest had snatched upper-class Eliza Winters from the restroom of The Plaza was so sinfully sexy. He’d held her captive in his hotel room. Tied her to a bed and slowly, erotically forced her to admit her feelings for him, admit that she loved him despite the social implications of their union. It was all so toe-curlingly bad. He’d been inventive with his ways of torturing her sweetly and all the time she’d bubbled with pleasure and fallen even more in love with him, despite her anger and frustration.
I flicked to halfway through.
Eliza’s wrists ached. She had been bound for forty-eight hours now, gagged some of the time, naked all of it. She knew every nook and cranny on the ceiling, every silver fleur-de-lis on the elegant duck-egg wallpaper. She licked her lips, grateful for the lack of panties in her mouth, for that was what Hest used when he wanted to be sure she didn’t cry out.
Turning, she saw the knife on the bedside table. It was early morning, she was sure of it. The light seeping through the crack in the heavy cord curtains was weak but hinted at dawn. Hest was awake in the armchair, he rarely slept. But she’d known this about him for a long time, she believed this was one of the reasons he obsessed about things, obsessed about her. He had more time to dwell than normal people, more hours in his day.