“Oh hell, that’s more intense than I thought.” He put his hands on his knees. “This is gonna be quick.” He set about tugging her pants down over her granny panties. “Maybe we should catch you up first.”
Shani lifted her hips so he could pull the waistband over her butt and down her legs. “Okay.” She steeled her nerves, reminding herself they’d done almost this much before. “Just…no rushing.” She lay back, feeling oddly like a vestal virgin awaiting sacrifice.
Royce slowly lowered onto her, his heart and sex beating in time with hers. “Can I pretend?” He kissed her, nibbling her bottom lip, and then carefully tracing the seam with his tongue. “I just want to feel you like this.” He ground into her softly. Then he pulsed a little harder so that the ridge of his cock pressed firm on her mound.
Shani’s knees widened in slow increments until his erection settled into the perfect spot—rubbing against her center and her clit through their clothes. “Okay…” she breathed into his neck. “This…” She gasped at a grind of his hips, her voice rising into a yelp. “This is good…”
“I…I’m going to take off my pants.” Royce pressed his sweats and loose boxers over his hips and down to his knees, but didn’t remove them entirely. “But I won’t do anything you don’t want, okay?” He climbed back on top of her, his cock drawing wet paths on her belly, then her thigh. When he filled the cradle of her sex again, Royce panted into her neck. “God, Shan.” Royce bucked in short thrusts, drunk and sloppy with lust. “Lemme know if I’m too rough.”
“It’s okay…” Shani’s head arched back on a moan. She knew he would have licked her to climax or satisfied her a dozen different ways, but she didn’t want to break their connection. Her body sang against his hard one. Her every nerve ending felt on fire. His sex pressed hot and hard and delicious through her underwear and Shani tilted her hips up to meet him, writhing toward an orgasm just out of reach.
The thin fabric between them dampened from his fluids and hers, and when he rutted, frantic and seemingly lost, Shani slipped a hand between them and pulled the material to the side.
“Oh
fuck
…” Royce’s face contorted in agonized pleasure, his cock sinking halfway into her slick heat. He didn’t move, instead froze above her, his eyes pinched closed. “Are you okay?” He pulsed forward, seemingly unable to stop himself. “Are you sure…?” Royce fought to hold still on shaking arms. “Ah fuck, Shan… I’ll never… I mean I won’t be able to…”
Shani trembled as much as him, fear warring with desire. He filled her to bursting, a hard
demand
inside her body. But despite the hint of pain at his entry, he felt perfect. Better than perfect. Shani shifted, gasping at the sensation of him slipping deeper, his pubic bone teasing her swollen bud. She watched pleasure pinch his features the first time he thrust fully. Her body swelled and tightened in response.
“I won’t last a minute.” His voice dripped with longing but was tinged with regret.
She pressed her lips to his open mouth. Shani craned her head to whisper in his ear, “You don’t have to be a super stud, honey.”
Royce kissed her neck, her collarbone, the coil of her ear, all the while moving in long, slow grinds. “I know.” He twisted his hips in some mindless rhythm that catapulted her right to the edge of climax, and then reached down to rip the crotch of her panties. “But I swear, I’ll be one for you.”
Epilogue
Six months later
“Shani, is this package for you?”
Shaniqua bolted out of bed. Ignoring Royce’s muttered complaint, she dragged a shirt over her head and pants up her legs and stormed into the living room before her roommates opened…
“
Heeheehee!
Ohmigod, Kuri! This stuff is dirty! Come see!” Her roommate Barbie sat on the floor in the cramped entry hall outside their three bedrooms, her blonde hair loose except for a red-and-black bow she’d snatched off Shani’s gift box. Burgundy crepe paper surrounded her, and she was holding a pair of leather wrist cuffs in one hand and an enormous dildo in the other.
“Don’t you know it’s against the law to open someone else’s mail?” Shani grabbed the rubber cock out of her roommate’s hand and began piling stuff back inside the plain cardboard box.
Her other roommate Kuri wandered out of her room and hovered, surveying the wares. “Nice.” She pointed to a pink, cone-shaped vibrator. “I have that one. It’s surprisingly fun.”
Shani glared up at her. “They’re not for me, you perverts.” She didn’t look up at them, not wanting to see whether they were grossed out that her boy liked to get it kinky, or if they thought she was lying. “Royce developed some odd tastes working for Synadate.”
“Oh lord, Shan!” Kuri held up her hands, palm out. Her face scrunched up as if she smelled something weird. “TMI!”
That was rich, coming from a girl who’d been talking vibrators a moment before, but Shani held her tongue and hoisted the box in a dignified fashion to march back into her room. She shut the door, locking it tight, and then turned on the fan. No doubt Kuri and Barb were going to sit outside with their ears to the door.
Bitches.
“What a naughty little liar you are.” On the far side of the room near the window, Royce stood with his back to her. He’d put on his leather pants. He was shirtless and held a crop in his hand. Shani knew it was for show—for now, at least. They couldn’t do anything loud until her roomies left.
Her blood pounding in her ears, she approached him—marveling at his lean, taut muscles and the way his hair curled behind his ears. More than anything, Shani loved how when it was his turn to play Dom, Royce didn’t reach for her. Instead he waited for her to come to him.
She couldn’t have played sub any other way. At least, not yet.
Shani crossed the floor in a few steps until she was a breath away from his back. She folded onto her knees, her mouth watering to think of him turning and opening his fly. He seldom let her suck him off until she was so spent she couldn’t properly enjoy it. Today she hoped he’d give in.
“You ready?” The teasing lilt in his voice made her so wet she could hardly breathe. She loved what he did to her, especially in these moments when he did almost nothing. Heck, if she had to admit it, she loved him. After they played, when they lay damp and sweaty and sated in her bed, she might even tell him so.
“Yes.” Her heart fluttered in her chest, and then skipped a beat when she noticed his hand trembling.
“Hmmmm…” The rough caress of his voice washed over her. Royce rolled his shoulders back—shrugging off that nervousness she knew he got right before he blew her mind. “Then we can begin.”
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