Staring down at my feet, shielding my face from the heavy rain thundering on the fur hood of my coat covering me, yet not nearly enough from the wild weather here in Ireland, I power through the dark wet leaves on cobbled footpaths focused on the music that filled my mind. Hands in pockets, earphones in barely visible from the scarf around my neck preventing chills from trailing down my spine.
Suddenly, a car speeds by with such force next to me as the streetlamps cascade just enough light to see maybe two feet in front of me in the almost pitch darkness of the evening. I gasp in shock as if someone had deliberately thrown a bucket of ice over me, no it was simply that a passing car crashed through a deep puddle that I so happened to be right next to. “Damn these narrow roads, what is he going to think of me turning up wet through?”
I make a few failed attempts at squeezing out some of the water that’s drenched my left side facing the road and that’s when I realise my leggings, shoes and socks are soaked as well. I’m more worried about my wheelchair, water and electrics don’t mix as I’ve discovered a few times in the past. As I continued to gravitate straight ahead along the narrow footpath with naked winter trees wafting furiously as the wind picked up, I knew I had to make a decision. Turn back home and text my best friend to say I’m not coming, making up some story how I’m not well or something to that effect, which I would feel incredibly guilty about for days as I hate lying or turn up at his front door, piss wet through and feeling like an absolute prat in front of a guy I really, really like! A guy that gives me butterflies just with words on a screen, weak at the knees when he puts on his charm and has me laughing so hard it makes me wonder whether I actually, ever truly laughed before because he raises the bar that high. My mind wonders to past conversations and times spent together and it makes me smile, reminiscing taking my mind completely off how cold I was and partially numb where the water seeped through to my skin.
My phone pinged and I knew it was him. I desperately wanted to check but I didn’t want to test how waterproof my android apparently was by pulling it out in this wicked weather. That’s when it dawned on me that I hadn’t actually made a decision… Now it was too late, I’d totally zoned out and here I was now in front of his house. “Shit!.. Shit! Shit!” I couldn’t see any lights on so there was still a chance I could turn around and pretend I didn’t make it. I didn’t want Shane to see me a mess, but at the same time I’d been looking forward to movie night with him all week long.
And just like that the decision was made for me…
The front door of the quaint little cottage swung open without any warning and because I’d stupidly still had my earphones in I hadn’t been paying attention to sounds inside the house that would of given me some indication I was close to having a door collide with my face.
“What on earth are yeh doing out here? Get in it’s pissing it down!” came a voice from the tall dark Shane shaped silhouette with the hall light surrounding him from the now wide-open door.
I immediately yanked my earphones out, put my hood down and smiled shyly at him, caught his gaze, having to look away quickly before I fall… pretending to brush down the sopping wet coat that weighed a ton hanging from my body.
“Sorry I’m late, it’s a bit wet out here,” I grin with sarcasm. He took my hand and pulled me into his house and closed the door behind me, being sure to lock it.
Conscious of not tracking wet wheels all over Shane’s house, I roll back and forth several times on the large door mat, like a non-disabled person would do with their feet upon entering. The heating was on to my relief, as that’d help dry them also.
I lean down immediately to stroke Freddie who had come rushing to see who had arrived at his house this late. I fussed him, scratching behind his ears and rubbed his back as he spun around and zigzagged with excitement.
“Okay, c’mon enough with the dog you’ll get him all riled up and he won’t let us watch the film…”
“Haha. Alright… Where should I put my coat?” I muster sheepishly.
He looked me up and down, “looks like you need to take more than yeh coat off dear by the looks of yeh…”
“Cheeky…” I caught his eye and he grinned back at me the way he always does when there’s an opportunity to turn something innocent into something a bit more. I whipped my coat off slowly and handed it to Shane while I yanked on my leggings to pull each foot up within reach to continue to remove my shoes and socks, carefully placing my socks inside my shoes and tucking them under the hall radiator, feeling the warmth of it as I did so. It felt so good after being out in the wind and rain.
Shane tucked my coat on the same radiator and was looking at me inquisitively. I was confused. Had I missed something?
“Ha, what is it?” I laugh awkwardly.
“You er… should take those leggings off before yeh catch a cold yeh know…” he reached his hand behind his neck slightly uncomfortable but obviously wanting to come across caring.
“I haven’t brought any change of clothes, I kind of wasn’t expecting to swim here the forecast said partly cloudy skies tonight not gail force winds and torrential rain!” I tried to make light though I was somewhat embarrassed.
“I know!… Be right back,” Shane said before he took off like a shot, leaving me sat in the hall in bare feet.
Then I heard a distant shout, “come in the living room, I’ve got yeh something…”
I made my way slowly through to the living room where I saw Shane had already set up a blanket on the sofa and snacks on the coffee table. My heart swelled with how much thought he’d put in and cosey it felt from the first glance. Our chosen film paused at the beginning on his TV. A lamp was on in the corner, the main light off. For some reason, I suddenly felt at home. My mind wondered to how much time he must have put aside to set the scene, just for a film night, but gosh did I want to just squeeze him tight and kiss his cheek in appreciation because he’s amazing at stuff like this.
Shane handed me a folded up garment, “here slip into this, there’s a towel in the bathroom to dry yeh legs and then all will be grand.”
“Thanks, I appreciate it,” I said meeting his gaze and trying not too long or risk falling into the danger zone. So I moved then, making my way to the bathroom to sort myself out.
Once in the bathroom, I stripped my leggings off and wrung them out in the sink before placing it in my black mini leather backpack I carried everywhere with me. Finding the towel hanging on the rail next and drying my legs from the thighs down.
Next, I unfolded what Shane had provided for me and it was then I realised it was just a long baggy t-shirt. The sort of thing I sleep in at night. Did he know that? Or was this merely all he could muster up in this situation? I decided I was reading too much into why and whipped off my top… leaving my black lace bra and knickers beneath. I wouldn’t usually wear a bra with this sort of thing but I wasn’t at mine. I was with this guy, this amazing guy. I needed that barrier in case he got too close my breasts are quick to react to brushing of clothing or accidental nudges, it doesn’t take a lot to unintentionally make my nipples erect. Pulling the t-shirt over my head and letting it flow down, it smelled like him and God did it ignite that familiar delicious ache in my lower belly. It came to just above mid-thigh. I tried to yank it down more, being rather modest but it wouldn’t give any more coverage. I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror and immediately I thought I looked like something out a rom-com. After a passionate love making session where the girl grabs the guys shirt and wears it the morning after. My long brunette hair, flowing over my shoulders somewhat dishevelled through being weather beaten despite the hood of my coat, some parts were wet so I used the towel to take out some moisture.
“What are yeh doing in there? C’mon let’s watch the film, or else we ain’t getting much sleep tonight.” Another intriguing innuendo to add to the list. He’s always so quick and gets your thoughts all muddled.
Opening the bathroom door I slipped through quietly and through to the dimly lit living room where Shane sat on the sofa fiddling with the T.V remote. I was shivery and was suddenly washed away with dirty thoughts of Shane warming me up. He looked up and towards me, there was an awkward pause where I felt rather exposed. Wanting to shy away in a knee-jerk reaction but at the same time curious as to what would happen if I simply went with it.
I need to gather myself and stay cool, I told myself.
I inched forwards and next to the sofa where he sat. Shane scooted over more to give me room and shifted the coffee table some so I could get as close to the sofa as need be for a quick transfer. I came level with the sofa, lifted the opposite armrest of the wheelchair controls, braced one arm on the armrest of my chair and the other fist with a straight arm into the firm sofa to provide stability as I moved across. I’m really aware that the t-shirt is riding up more as I inch myself onto the sofa but with no hands left, there wasn’t much to do about it other than blush. Shane watches this manoeuvre curiously and with concern on his face. I know he sees my arms are shaking due to weakness so I smile at him trying to be reassuring. This is my normal, and he’s still getting used to it.
Finally on the sofa, Shane grabs the controller and drives my wheelchair back out the way of us, sits back down next to me and scoots the coffee table back into position.
“That’s better,” he says now that the tedious part was over.
I bring my knees up to my chest because my bare legs dangling puts strain on them. My feet didn’t reach the floor, an issue I have quite a bit with being a short arse. I follow this up by just laying them bent comfortably sideways up on the sofa. Grabbing a firm sofa cushion and propping it between us and resting my elbow on it so I could relax.
“I can’t wait to watch this, haven’t seen it in ages. Probably years now I think of it….” I ramble.
Shane leans over me to turn the lamp off next to us and slightly grazes against me in doing so. Thank god for the bra…
I feel his breath cross my cheek on the way back to where he sat as he cleared his throat and said… “yeh it should be grand. It’s a long film though remember so get comfortable. No breaks, it’ll spoil it if anyone of us ends up needing to pause it for the bathroom etc… So say now or forever hold your peace Fifi…”
I laughed, “I’m fine, go ahead.”
The film rolls and I’m enjoying the cinema style focus that blocks out the world, forcing you to be all-consumed by the storyline and characters. Every so often one of us shifts position and reaches for a drink or a snack. My mind does however wander, my heart urging me to just throw caution to the wind and grab his hand. Let the cards fall where they may, it’s now or never scenario. But something is stopping me. Gripping fear that a beautiful friendship could be ruined or at the least tainted forever if I made a move and Shane didn’t actually have feelings for me. The embarrassment of that saga made me shift awkwardly and I was suddenly really aware how far up my thighs this frigging t-shirt had rid up in half an hour. I’m discreetly yanking it down for the umpteenth time…
Eyes engrossed in two characters building bonds on screen, suddenly Shane puts his hand on my bare knee and quickly grabs my hand before I pull away.
I gasp in surprise; the TV is rather loud and it’s adding to the confusion and muddled feelings of what is actually happening. I turn my head sharply and search his face for an answer.
He leans close and his hot breath near my ear tells me, “you’re okay, relax.”
My heart did this backflip and suddenly I didn’t care about covering myself, his reassurance was all I needed.
I expected him to let go, move back to his side of the sofa, but he didn’t. In fact, he had slid right up next to me, swapped hands so his left was holding mine, rubbing my palm in such a loving way, it was quite possibly the sweetest sensation, I could never explain if I tried. He put his arm up and over, making fake stretch and yawn sounds and wrapped his right arm around me until it fell on my shoulder.
Looking up at him with a grin I had to tell him, “very smooth!” with a wicked laugh. A bit of a tease but really, I found his embrace overwhelmingly warm. I just didn’t want Shane to know that — yet.
You’d think I’d know by now how this story goes. It’s so predictable, but completely spontaneous at the same time, every time our paths cross. Yet here I was, totally oblivious to the fact I was not in control of this, nor what was about to happen next.
“You like that then?” he’s found his voice and his confidence. He caught me, and it’d be such a shame if I did the coy thing and looked away now. I’d forever kick myself if I let us lose this moment that had so much potential. It’d be criminal in fact.
So instead, I matched him with boldness, looking him dead in the eye with a twinkle to add to the grin. One of those segments of inner magic you channel into your gaze, in hopes that twinkle does actually exist and isn’t just imaginary, because I needed Shane to feel my energy. To feel me.
“I do, you could teach a lot of guys a thing or two about the art of seduction,” I planted a seed and looked away then as if it were a throw away comment but seriously hoping that last word radiated in his mind like wildfire.
The tables turned as quick as my boldness, Shane suddenly shifted and in one swift movement untangled himself from around my shoulder and grabbed firmly, yet carefully around my bare knees and yanked. This caused me to gasp and lose my balance. He quickly unfolded my legs to across his lap and caught me around my waist to break my unsteadiness and without realising in my tumble I’d grabbed onto his arm.
“Sorry,” Shane said sheepishly. “That was a lot sexier in my head…”
I laughed and our eyes met, despite his embarrassment. Luckily my own had fleeted so at least in this timid tug of war were complimenting each other’s shyness.
“Still super sexy…” With that trailing comment my hand raised and cupped Shane’s cheek. Stroked it reassuringly and I simply smiled into his gorgeous green eyes.
We sat there, quiet with the world going on around us yet totally oblivious. The only two things that mattered was us and this moment and the moments that were to follow like a chain reaction.
I became intrigued by his lips and how perfect they were. I couldn’t help myself and soon my thumb brushed over them, my gaze entranced as I traced Shane’s lower lip. It quivered beneath my touch and when I looked up, suddenly aware of what I was doing he was increasingly closer than he had been moments before.
Shane took my hand from his face and our fingers entwined, he didn’t let it go as he grinned and he yanked me closer still until I was practically sat on his lap sideways.
“Can I….?” his words escaped and trailed into the air as he leaned down slightly and in.
“Can you… what?” I respond with innocence; it was impossible not to know.
For a moment I forgot how to breathe, my bravado had running off into the distance. But it didn’t matter, I was too lost to fret about it. Shane inched closer and closer, we both closed our eyes seconds away and I was very aware of his breath on my cheek, then on my lips before I met them with my own without thinking. There was no more space for thinking.
Shane’s lips were gentle, but his need was plain to see. I could tell by the way he wanted more and more. Gentle, passionate tugs of blood-filled lips turned into desperate plunges of passionate lust and longing. Then back again, we’d cycle over and over. We found a rhythm. Our entwined fingers thumbed each other’s in raised palms in the air doing their own dance. I was caught somewhere between being lost, never wanting to be found and on the verge of begging him not to stop or I feared I’d die then and there. It was that powerful… He was that powerful!
With this playing out like the film before us, I untangled my hand from his grip at his protest as we hungrily but respectively feasted on each other’s parted mouths, I placed that hand on Shane’s chest over his heart and that’s when I felt it slamming against it. He kissed harder at this awareness and I met him equally as eager as his passion spoke to me.
I got so swept away, my lower belly ached, and I unconsciously arched my back a little up into my best friend more. A soft moan escaped my lips and I was a little embarrassed. It was then I realised I wasn’t the only one becoming aroused. Beneath my left thigh Shane’s excitement was trapped in his navy pyjama pants waiting to be released.
Concerned the weight of my legs may be constricting him further and cause discomfort I shifted my weight. My lips didn’t leave Shane’s, but as I tried to give his growing passion some room to develop further as I dared it would, Shane stopped me there, kept me close and into him. Once I got the message I wasn’t to wonder, his flat palm caressed my thighs which were rather exposed with the hitched up baggy t-shirt. I was pretty sure my lace underwear was somewhat visible at this point.
Shane’s fingertips left a burning trail up my thigh as he teased. That’s when he grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and began to pull it up. I took his lead, grabbed the bottom of his own top and we both got humorously tangled in trying to undress each other.
With Shane’s top stuck on his nose on the way up, tangled by each other’s arms trying to do a swift strip and reveal that wasn’t going all that well. We both fell about laughing. I kissed him affectionately through laughter as his nose and eyes were still covered by the fabric.
“God, this is not going to plan at all,” Shane said as I finally restored his vision and threw his top to the floor.
“Go with it, don’t think!” I reassure wondering if he gets the film reference…
He smiled through his eyes then and resumed pulling my t-shirt up and off my head. As it left my body, that stupid reflex to cover my breasts made me curse myself. How can you want someone so much, yet insecurities still get in the way?
I was more than this, and I was determined to show Shane I could overcome this sort of thing with the right person. With him… Why with him? I could never explain. There’s something about Shane that makes me feel safe and accepted. Two words, such an impact…
Shane grabbed the blanket next to us and wrapped it around my shoulders, shifted out from underneath me.
“Hang tight a sec…” he said softly as he walked across the room. I watched him inquisitively.
Aside the television stand where the film continued to play to a distracted audience, he knelt down and lit the fireplace. “There, that should keep us warm.”
Shane seemed on a mission, and I loved how he keeps me guessing, all the time. He walks on his knees to the coffee table in front of me and hauls it across the way to reveal the large traditional patterned rug beneath of dark red and green swirls and flowers, bordered with tassels.
This was cosey, sensual and exciting all at once. I thought then as I took everything in, that I knew what his mission was…
As I clumsily got my legs back dangling from the sofa rather than sitting sideways, wrapped in the blanket in nothing but my black lace bra and panties, Shane had risen from the floor with an umph. God I loved taking him in, his bare chest with flickers of fireplace light across his pale skin. He looked so god damn hot right now.
“Come join me in front of the fire Fi.”
What an invite, how romantic was he?
The logistics of getting on the floor, however, caused a momentary panic. I had two options. Get back in my chair and steer the mere two feet to before the fire and lower down onto my footrests and then the floor, with Shane’s support or risk slamming down hard which wouldn’t be pleasant. Or, I lower to the floor from the sofa and ask Shane to literally drag me. The latter would be more embarrassing.
“Can you bring my chair over please?” I ask.
Shane looks at my wheelchair, then me as if in deep thought and then abruptly bypasses getting my wheelchair as I requested and heads straight for me. Getting up, close and personal, he sheds me of the blanket and wraps one arm around my back and scoops the other under my knees so that I’m fully supported. I gasp in surprise. Shane lifts me from the sofa, eye to eye he carries me to the fireplace, lowers slowly and carefully onto one knee and sits me on it. Eyes locked, we laugh lightly at the situation.
Now moving the supporting knee out from under me, he lowers me to the floor.
I whisper with gratitude, “thank you, that was really romantic,” with a huge smile painted on my face.
When I’m steady on the rug, Shane goes to retrieve the blanket and gets down behind me, wraps the blanket around himself and then me. His arms embrace me tight as he sits behind, my legs now straight in front, his either side as he scoots so close. Sit spooning, you may call it. We’re huddled, the credits run up on the film and the soundtrack plays, adding to the atmosphere. So calm, so memorable. I’d do anything to snapshot this moment.
As we just sit, the only sounds are the crackles of the fire we watch before us and the faint music of the endless soundtrack, I play and caress the hands of the most gentle guy I’ve ever encountered and I feel him smell my hair. He nuzzles near my ear, it tickles, and I can’t help but giggle.
“Come around me,” I demand. I want to see him, all of him. Right now.
“In a minute…” he rejects.
In that split moment that “minute” fell from his lips, they hit my neck.
Oh my god…
A wave of longing erupts deep inside me. It caught me so off guard, I moaned aloud, and Shane didn’t need any more indication of what he was doing was good. He continued his attack on my neck, as if he was lighting candles with his lips, his kisses are burning something amazing. When he reaches my shoulder and bra strap, Shane slows right down and lingers deeper kisses here. I can feel his tongue and my chest is rising and falling hard.
Fucking hell, I’m losing it. Take control before you lose it completely Fi! I order myself.
Looking around the room for some props to utilise for my master plan.
I’ve got it!
Shane’s putting me in the danger zone as he pulls my bra straps from my shoulders, trailing hot torturous kisses from one side to the other.
I bite my lip so hard; he’s making me ache for more.
Grabbing back control of the situation I demand; “Lie down right here” in a breathless voice as if I’d just ran a marathon. Pun intended!
I pat the rug next to me and Shane breaks his spell of me and does as I ask.
“Now it’s my turn to torture you Shane McLaughlin…” I laugh.
Shane lays with evident anticipation on the floor, I run my hand up his chest, up his neck and to cup his face. Running my fingers through his ginger locks, taking a moment to smile into his eyes and twirl one lock with my index finger… before teasing my way all the way back down to his naval.
Seeing how excited he is merely by sensual touch and tenderness; I know what I want to do to him next.
I slowly work his belt to release his solid erection. When I’ve got the clasp unthreaded, I lean down bracing my arms each side of Shane’s body and ensure the final pull of release with my teeth alone. I pull and push with my mouth until it’s completely undone. I use this opportunity to lay kisses just above the waist band of his jeans, feeling him shudder beneath me.
Working on the button and zipper now, I open it wide and Shane instinctively raises his hips and we both tug his jeans down and off. He kicks them off his feet, pressing one foot on the other throwing his socks aside too. Shane now lay before me in just briefs, bulging.
I place my hand over the front of the briefs, feeling him through the fabric. Rubbing up and down. I tease. I give him a taste of what’s coming.
I can’t wait anymore, I’m torturing myself here too…
So I grab either side of the briefs, and shed them rapidly with force.
Shane lay there before me, completely naked and I couldn’t be more turned on by seeing every inch of him in all his glory.
Sensing his self-consciousness, I reach for his hand and give it a squeeze.
“You okay?” I ask concerned.
His response is shaky; “I’ll be okay.”
“Just tell me if you want or need me to stop…” I reassure. His comfort means more than my longing to please him.
“I never would want you to stop Fi,” he says with certainty.
I melt, my heart so full.
I brace one arm on the rug, preparing the best position I can tolerate the longest for the task at hand.
Then I go for it.
Plunging down, I kiss Shane’s thighs that lay slightly apart, and I can feel goosebumps forming as a response. I’m worried Shane’s a bit cold, but I hope this will warm him up all the same.
Grasping his excitement soft and firm, I stroke up and down. Slowly does it at first to get a feel, then finding that important rhythm.
As my hand reaches the tip for the fifth or sixth time, I dip my head now and finally make contact where he wants it most. My lips and tongue begin their mission on the underside of his striking erection, flattening my tongue I lick slowly from base, up the shaft to the tip. That’s where I wrap my lips around with purpose and dive down.
I take almost all of him in my mouth. Loving how soft his skin here feels, warm and hard. How can something be so soft and hard at the same time? I wonder. Who knows? Who cares? All I cared about in that moment was making Shane’s toes curl and heightening his arousal. Wanting to get to know every move that makes him tick.
Plummeting down harder, I cup and stroke where Shane’s treasures hide with my thumb. A few thumb strokes later I switch my hand to accompany my mouth on the forefront.
Shane moves away abruptly.
What just happened? I’m left leaning over nothing but the rug as shadows dance a long the walls and I feel my face flush scarlet.
Shane returned to the room a few seconds later.
“Sorry, I needed to get this. I couldn’t let yeh finish me off. I’d have been a goner and we’d have had to wait a little bit. I can’t do waiting… not tonight.” He held his hand out with a condom in it and I burst out laughing with relief.
“Why yeh laughing at me?” he questioned confused and a little unsettled.
I pounced then, wrapping my arms around his neck and shoulders. Proper bear, heart-to-heart beating hug that you never want to pull away from. At least I didn’t anyway… He wasn’t expecting it and nearly lost his balance.
“I wasn’t laughing at you, I was laughing at me,” I admitted with relief and hoped that’d be enough. That Shane wouldn’t ask more. Thankfully, he didn’t.
As our cuddle began to dissipate, Shane saw the window of opportunity and ran with it. Kissing me hard on the lips as I pulled away, sliding his hands from around my waist up and up until he met my bra. Keeping me distracted with tongue, we shifted some to get closer, Shane putting his legs either side of mine and I manoeuvred mine to over the top with knees bent up.
He thumbled with my bra clasp and struggled a little. After a minute had passed and he still couldn’t get it off, he broke the kiss and cursed… “fuckin’ bras, who oh earth designed these fuckers…” and with that I fell about laughing. Not because the situation was particularly funny, more so that it was us and we can laugh at ourselves and situations we find ourselves in. If you can’t laugh with each other, there’s something seriously wrong.
I kissed Shane on the cheek to melt frustration and to help speed this up I pulled the straps off my arms and yanked the bra down. Just as I did, he got it. We both rejoiced in victory!
Shane pulled the bra off and flung it somewhere, where it landed I had no idea. I’d find it at a later stage. He ran his fingers up and down my sides and this drew goosebumps something crazy and well… caused another reaction a long with it. A reaction he felt immediately as he pulled me closer into his chest. Shane did this incredibly sexy half-groan, half-laugh as we broke kissing for the umpteenth time because of what he’d caused. My breasts had grazed his chest with my rock-hard nipples. I bite my lip so hard, I feared they’d swell!
I couldn’t take it, Shane’s seductive laugh had my nipples grazing repeatedly. It was delicious and overwhelming at the same time what flesh to flesh can create and we haven’t even got to the main. One of the many little ingredients that so many people skip, that makes nights like this so much more. A recipe for sensations beyond imaginable. It’s incredible how a gesture so small, can make you feel so much physically and spiritually with another person.
Shane was getting his own back on the torture I made him endure, it was exciting and I loved the fact he gave as good as he got.
He grabbed my buttocks then and slid my aching need against his own. Holding me there and making me feel his manhood tall and strong against my panties. The movement made me gasp out loud and feeling him so close yet prevented from getting closer was a torture all on its own. A torture that was invited and I’d happily endure over and over again.
I grazed my teeth on his bottom lip as I moaned, and followed it up with an affectionate, yet playful trail of butterfly pecks from Shane’s mouth across and down his neck and onto his bare shoulder. To which he responded immediately but pulling my buttocks closer still and leaning me backwards in his arms and we rocked here.
My breathing became erratic as his all-natural manhood began grinding against my now damp panties. He was causing waves of want and need. Every wave threatened to crash over and drown me.
“Fuck….”
Crap, I said that out loud.
Shane laughed and meeting my gaze, “so you’re a potty mouth in the bedroom are yeh? I like it…” his voice a little hoarse from his own excitement.
“You caught me red handed, couldn’t stop it,” I responded a little breathy.
“Who’s asking yeh to stop?” he groaned teasingly and with that Shane pushed on top of me to where he slowly lay me on my back on the rug.
Legs still a bow either side of him in a rather vulnerable position, he grabbed the sides of my panties and slowly, carefully slipped them down and off to reveal me completely. This was it. What I was not expecting was for Shane to waste no time and slide his hands from my inner knees all the way down my inner thighs until he nearly touched me where I wanted him to the most.
He teased me something rotten, working his way back up to my knees and slowly starting his descent all over again. I arched my back off the floor unconsciously as anticipation threatened to kill me.
I wanted him to touch me so bad. Was he going to make me beg?
Thankfully not, for moments later on his final descent down my inner thighs he made contact with my most intimate parts and brushed over the folds with his thumbs…
I let out a loud whimper. Firm but gentle. Shane watched me carefully as he continued to brush his sweet thumbs, then light as a feather his fingers searched right there. I could no longer think. This drove me wild. I had lost control over my own body. It was his now, and only his. At his mercy and dependent on him to bring me crashing down to earth in the most incredible way.
Shane switched tactics and began to focus right on that ppl sensitive nub of flesh.
“Oh… my… god,” escape my lips. His touch was sensational, a little piece of heaven and everything I’d anticipated it to be.
He laughed; “no, not quite God…”
“Close enough,” I say a little breathlessly with a smirk.
Shane continued to play with me, taunt me, torture me with hot hands and quickly became familiar by touch, studying the responses he awakened. Bringing me right to the edge, stopping, stifling the dragon inside me, then brought me right back to breaking point. I gripped the rug and bunched it in my fist, bit my lip and looked Shane in the eyes.
As the fire crackled away and all we could hear was the roaring beat of our racing hearts, caught in a moment. Caught up in each other. I lean up on one elbow, cupping Shane’s face, stroking his soft lips. Search his face with a smile.
“Take me here. Right now… I want to know what you feel like from the inside,” I confess, shyness slipping away. Bonds made. Trust instilled.
With the flickers of light cascading across his lean, gorgeous physique. I couldn’t believe this guy was mine tonight.
Shane needed no further encouragement, he grabbed my arms and pinned them beside my head on the rug and came down hard on my lips. I responded with passion and purpose. Growling deep in my chest. The need intensified with every minute touch.
He let go of one of my wrists to scramble on the rug with closed eyes, lips not leaving lips for the condom that escaped his grasp at some point during tonight. He found it before too long and was about to prep it himself before I snatched it.
“I want to do it…” I said seductively.
I tore the wrapper with my teeth then and he had this goofy sexy look about him as he watched me. I removed it from the packet, reached down and stroked his ever hardening manhood a few times before slipping it over the tip and rolling it down with my thumb and index finger. We were more than ready.
A little awkward, but sweetly we froze momentarily, not sure which way to choose for our first time connecting intimately. We laughed a little, both blushing. One of us would need to take charge. But who? We both had potential to just let go.
I made the move.
Holding him close, forehead to forehead, I walked my fingers down Shane’s chest then swept down to wrap my hand around him as he pulsed against my palm, lowering to him, angling just right. Right there. I’m sure he can feel the heat radiating from me. The fire he lit inside me. I held his cock right there, where it needs to be and sensing it’s positioned correctly Shane suddenly thrust forward and he’s there.
Unconsciously his name escaped my parted lips in a half-whisper, half-whimper, which caused him to nuzzle my face affectionately.
Shane braced his hands on the rug either side of me, arms straight and locked, looking down at me he filled me halfway, pulled back, when back in half-way and the feeling of being slowly filled was almost more than I could take. Not just because of what our bodies were engaged in, but because it was him. I had longed for him for so long, months of sexual frustration, months of day-dreaming about being this close. Everything came to a head.
I withered beneath him, my body instinctively responding by matching his thrusts, his downwards and in, mine upwards and out. We found a rhythm and each thrust brought us closer.
Closer.
Closer.
Until Shane filled me completely and my hips bucking. The pleasure Shane created with his body, with his mind and soul washed over me.
Every time I bucked, arched and dug my fingertips in his shoulders or gripped his hair, Shane moaned something animal like. I loved that. Loved to hear him. It was so liberating to play the lead role in beckoning this sweet, sexy guy to crumble into me with his own climax. Little did he know how satisfying his pleasure was to me.
“Shane, help me take control now. I need you to grab me here…,” I whisper as he looks at me curiously as I grab his hand and put it on my waist.
“Flip me on top and don’t let go. Stay in me sweetheart,” confidence building, and essential for direction. Shane obeys and we move then, a swift roll that surprisingly went without a hitch.
Just like that, I’m on top, the sensation of him rolling with me and our body’s staying as one sends delicious shudders and I moan loud and carefree “Mmmmm,” biting my lip looking down at him with lust in my eyes. My arms are the ones locked above him and he gets to lay back to enjoy.
Shane switched his grip from waist to hips, both delivering the same thought. I pressed more down onto him, my knees fully doubled back and Shane pulled my hips down onto him at the same time. We’re funny like that, never far from the same wavelength.
This was the idea we went with for the next few minutes. Shallow, deep thrusts, working together, the kind of thing that you wouldn’t think would cause much of anything but by god it did. At first it was shallow, deep and sensual. We were mesmerised by each other; the room did not exist. Only two souls on a mission to make each other feel loved and wanted beyond anything we’d previously felt with anyone else. Some kind of surreal magic that made, at least me, question whether this whole night was real at all. How can something so amazing, be real?
My hair fell around him and all into my face. I tried to blow it away, I couldn’t release an arm or the other would buckle. Shane came to my aid and brushed it over to one shoulder so it wouldn’t get in the way again. I smiled and kissed him thank you.
Controlling the pace gradually now, pulling myself upwards and coming down harder. A few times the same, then the next set slightly harder. Shane was sweating and so was I. Breathing faster, my gasps sharper as the sensations threatened to drown me in ecstasy again but this time I didn’t think I had the will-power to hold back from drowning from the tide of pleasure we created.
Maintaining a firm grip on my hips, we found something new, a little curve in the thrusts that had him still, his breathing concentrated and I pretended I didn’t notice this change in him for fear of distracting him from letting go. I knew I needed to keep the same motion, but intensify it and so I did. Using any ounce of energy left to push him off the edge.
It paid off.
I felt Shane’s cock convulse inside me and he cursed aloud then, his breathing stalling every few moments as he hit climax. I didn’t stop, I knew not to while he gripped me hard. I kept the pace and would until he was spent.
As I gave all of myself to him and we continued on this ride, I was caught off guard when I came hard only moments behind him.
I screamed my best friends, now lover’s name then, a little surprised but at the same time it felt so right. Shane leaned up and kissed me so hard on the lips, it made what’s usually mere micro-moments last that much longer.
Shane laughed deep in his chest when my trembling arms gave way and I near winded him collapsing on his chest. His heart was racing, I could feel it.
We lay like this, Shane on his back teasing my hair away from my face again as I lay coming down from oblivion upon his heaving chest. Both gazing into the warm fire, not saying a word.
Because for once we needn’t have to rely on a single one. Tonight we’d began our most incredible journey yet – together.