Page 111 of Desserts for Stressed People

“It’s different, Shane,” I say as I press a kiss to his chin dimple. “This is you.”

“But you know, only because I do it, I don’t expect you to—”

“Shane, I wanted to do it,” I cut him off. “I want to do everything with you.”

He nods, then his lips are against mine, the kiss drawing out until he’s on top of me. Our tongues mesh, our moans muffled by each other’s mouths, but I can’t tell whether it’s a minute or an hour. Not that it matters. I have nowhere else to be, and if I did, I’d probably bail. This is where I want to be for the next million hours.

When I yank his waist closer and feel him harden, I whimper in a silent beg. His arm reaches out, and though I can’t see the condom with his tongue still spearing my mouth, the noise of the plastic wrap mixes with our ragged breaths.

My fingers dig into his shoulders as his hand travels down between us, and I guess I’m supposed to feel nervous, but I don’t. My whole body’s buzzing with anticipation. This is the first time I’ll sleep with someone who isn’t Alex in five years, and I’ve never been more ready for it. I want the last man I’ve slept with to be Shane. And the next one too.

“Now, this might feel a little uncomfortable,” he whispers against my lips.

“If you say the words ‘bulging girth,’ I’ll lose it.”

He cups my cheek, his eyes flickering with amusement and something much deeper that heats up my skin and fills my stomach. “Heaven, I’ve waited for you for so long. Do you know that? Have I ever told you that you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me?”

He never told me, but I think I can see it in the way he’s around me. How his whole face lights up when I enter a room, how natural this all feels. Like all that happened before was for me to get here, between his arms. “And you are mine,” I softly whisper.

When his hand moves down again, I spread my legs wider. Our breaths are quick and loud as his waist presses on mine, his tip lining up with my core. He rubs it against me until we’re both moaning and trying to kiss, only grazing our lips on each other.

“I’m ready whenever you are,” he whispers, but we’re both too hazy, too eager, and after a failed attempt at a “yes” on my part that sounds nothing like it, he pushes in.

Inch after inch, he stretches me, fitting inside me as I adjust to his presence. His face drops to my shoulder with a groan, my feet pressing onto his lower back to pull him closer until I’m so full, I can hardly breathe.

“So warm, sofuckingtight,” he says over my lips as he gently slides out.

My hands grip his neck, my body mourning his presence already. When he pushes in again, my teeth pinch sharply around his bottom lip, and with a hiss, the rhythm of his thrusts picks up.

“Tell me how,” he rasps, grunts bursting out of him every time he’s deep inside me.

Though I understand what he’s asking, I can’t talk any more than he can. “Faster. More.”

His hands grab my hips, and with a blunt pull, he nudges me closer. He presses forward then plunges in deeper, faster, harder—everything becoming foggy as he hits the most delicious spot and the entire room echos away. I can only focus on his eyes, dark with arousal and filled with adoration. “Like this?”

My eyes roll back.

He kisses my neck, then his teeth sink into the skin of my shoulder. “Look at you. Look how fucking gorgeous you are with me inside you.”

I clench around him, his words speaking directly to my soul, and he growls in response. Devoid of any self-control, he slides out of me, then his hands press on my lower back and pull me up.

He kneels on the bed as I climb him, relaxing against his body once he’s back inside. His hands cup my ass, holding me in place, and still shaken by the frenzied pleasure, I press my mouth to his shoulder and grind my hips.

“Heaven, tell me how to make you come,” he drawls.

I am once again at a loss for words. All I can do is bounce on top of him, trying to meet his rising hips faster, stronger. Running after pleasure like an addict as I hold on to his damp neck and cry for him to continue.

Quickly shifting one hand to my lower back, he moves the other between us. His thumb circles my clit, the slapping noise of his thrust mixing with more slick sounds.

“Just like that, take it,” he moans as my walls clench again and again around him. “God, if you knew the things I want to do to you.”

I drown my moans into his mouth as I’m dragged away, taken over by pleasure again, and when he applies more pressure with his finger, I throw my head back, his lips settling over my nipple. “Faster? Slower?”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” I chant.

He grunts in a way that reverberates through my body as his fingers continue their torturous circles over my clit. My body tenses, waiting for the release, and sweat runs down my back.

I’m so close, so very close.