Shayla noticed he hadn’t gone beyond touching her. He was waiting for her consent. “Yes,” she answered, grinning at him. Vance gave her a sexy hum of approval.
Within seconds, Shayla found herself sprawled out on the floor on her back. “Here?” she said. She felt strangely exposed, making love in the living room.
“Yeah, here,” he replied, his voice rough and low. “And every other room in this apartment. Then we’ll head to my place and make love in all those rooms too.”
He went to his coat and took something out of the inside pocket, then came back to her. As Vance moved between her knees, she watched him hold up a tube of lubricant. He took off the cap and squirted a little onto his finger. It excited her to know he’d come to her prepared to seduce her. A trickle of moisture ran down her thigh at the knowledge that he’d been thinking about loving her.
When he stroked the seam between her buttocks with his index finger, Shayla’s breath caught in her throat. A moan erupted from deep within as he let the digit drift back and forth over her puckered opening.
He leaned over her and kissed the side of her neck. “I want to fill this sweet ass, Shay. Will you let me?”
Her face flamed hot as a carnal image sprang to her mind. She’d had anal sex before, but it hadn’t been all that pleasurable. Of course, it hadn’t been with Vance. “Oh, God, I don’t know.”
“Come on, honey, let me make you feel good,” Vance urged as his finger penetrate her a little at a time until soon it was buried deep inside the tight opening. Shalya shuddered and pushed against him. “Yeah, that’s it, fuck it, Shay,” he said while he moved his finger slowly in and out of her.
She whimpered, and her breasts swelled. Her sex grew damp as his finger pumped in her ass. Shayla felt every heated touch. Vance was gentle with her, but soon a second finger joined the first, and Shayla went a little wild at the intense invasion.
She moved up and down, fucking his fingers. When Vance’s other hand massaged her clit, she climbed higher. Her climax came on so fast she couldn’t catch her breath. She screamed his name as she flew apart.
Vance’s rough voice just barely broke through the quagmire of her mind. ”I want you, Shayla,” he growled. Then he slid his fingers out of her and covered her body with his. “Look at me, beautiful.”
She turned her head, already limp and sweating from her orgasm, but when she saw the intensity, the insane yearning etched into every plane and angle of his face, her body went from sated to famished all over again.
“I love you, Shayla Riggs,” he whispered as he stared down at her.
“I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that to me, Vance,” she said, grinning from ear to ear.
His lips kicked up on one side. “Feel like saying them back to me, then?”
She took his face in her hands. “I love you, Vance Jennings.”
He didn’t say another word, but he didn’t have to; the pleasure on his face was enough. When he sat back on his heels and squirted some of the lube down the length of his cock, Shayla’s heart sped up. At the first touch against her ass, Shayla stiffened.
“Vance, I’m not sure about this,” she said, worried it would hurt.
He leaned down and nipped her behind the ear. “I want all of you, honey. From here on out, we trust each other completely,” he whispered.
When he braced himself on his elbows beside her head and his entire body was surrounding her, Shayla’s fears began to vanish, and her body hummed back to life. “Another of Vance’s rules?”
“Hmm, think of it more like a promise. You trust me not to hurt you, and I promise to always love you with my whole heart.” He stroked the length of her hair and situated himself until he sat between her thighs on his haunches. “What’s it going to be, beautiful?”
“Yes, I do trust you, and I desperately want to give you everything,” she murmured as she watched his face cloud with emotion.
“My heart belongs to you, Shay. Only you,” he said in a low voice.
The sincerity of Vance’s words in that tender moment would forever be branded on her mind. She wanted to speak, to tell him how much she loved him, but her mouth simply wouldn’t cooperate.
“Put your legs over my shoulders,” he softly ordered.
Shayla bit her lower lip, and her legs shook as she positioned them on either side of his head. When he started to slowly push his cock inside her ass, her inner muscles clutched each inch in a tight fist, and Shayla felt every little movement. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced. The forbidden nature of what they were doing sent a rush of excitement skittering through her.
Once he was seated deep, he began to move in and out. Each stroke drew a moan from deep inside her until soon Vance was pumping in and out. He reached between their bodies and danced his finger back and forth over her clit. The teasing sparked off another orgasm, and Shayla had to grip on to the short carpet threads to keep from flying into orbit. Vance pushed deep one last time and spilled his hot seed deep inside her ass.
A few minutes went by, neither of them moving or speaking. Neither of them were able. Finally, he carefully pulled out of her, and Shayla let her legs drop to the floor on either side of his body. When the heavy weight of him came down on top of her, pressing her into the floor, Shayla’s heart overflowed with emotion. It should’ve been uncomfortable to have Vance crushing her in such a way, but it felt so right, and all she wanted to do was savor every second of it. Besides, she was too exhausted to care about pesky things like rug burns. As he brushed her damp hair from her face and kissed her cheek, Shayla heard him whisper something that sounded suspiciously like the three little words again, but she couldn’t be sure. She opened her eyes to find him staring down at her.
“I was a coward for not telling you sooner how I felt. This week sucked, and I only have myself to blame.”
“I missed you so much after you left the other night,” she said as she ran her hands through his thick hair.