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Angela’s heart started to flutter the moment she woke up and saw that Shane was already seated in a chair across the room.
He sat forward with his elbows on his knees, but with the sun rays at his back, spilling through the window he managed to stay half in shadow making her unable to make out his face.
Angela wished she could tell him he didn’t need the shadows anymore, not with her. All night long, she’d shown him, in every way, that with them imperfections were celebrated, not abhorred.
“Hi,” she heard herself say breathlessly. “Been up long?”
“Hours,” he said with a light tone, and she could almost hear his smile.
Angela felt her face flush with embarrassment as she realized he must have watched her sleeping. The covers had fallen when she’d risen from the pillows, and now she was half-bared to him. Any other time and she’d have rushed to cover herself, conscious of a small bulge here, a slight birthmark there. But her new-found unselfconsciousness with her body stemmed from every tender gaze, every reverent look of admiration Shane had given her and gave her still, their eyes meeting in a laser beam of constant awareness.
She couldn’t tear her gaze from him as her thoughts went over every moment of last night. They’d been insatiable. She’d never dreamed her body could be so flexible, so pliant for whichever position or angle the very imaginative Shane came up with. He’d amazed her with his no-holds-barred approach to sex, where virtually nothing had been out of bounds, or too kinky. Damn.
She loved that Shane seemed to have lost his habitual tenseness; seemed purely relaxed sitting forward in that chair. Unspoken words passed between them and it was easy to imagine what both of them were thinking.
Just then he rose fluidly from the chair and Angela let her eyes travel over him, dressed in just a pair of low-slung distressed black jeans. He was so graceful, yet filled with a leashed animal energy. He came forward and she could see the whole of him, his face and chest, the scars and the beauty.
He sat on the side of the bed close to her, and she itched to rake her fingers through his hair; the gorgeous black, silky locks tumbling.
She loved him so much. The joy of that made her energized to face the day. But first things first: she needed to freshen up. She began to roll over to get off the other side of the bed when his arm shot out across the space between them, closing round her shoulders.
“Somewhere you need to be?” Shane asked.
Angela never lost her teasing smile, resting her back against his chest. “The bathroom, hot shot. I need a shower and I’m sure you do too.”
He pulled her closer still, setting her to lie halfway atop him; nuzzling into her shoulder so he could bury his nose in her messy curls.
“A shower can’t solve the problem I have right now,” he told her huskily, the unmistakable rasp in his voice making her body trill. Heat seared straight through her when he flexed his hips into her and let her feel his hard staff pressed against the curve of her ass.
Angela shivered with instant arousal. She didn’t protest as Shane urged her to rest on her side on the bed, her back to him. Already she was losing her breath. He turned her on so easily; like a light switch. Soon she felt his chest begin to rise and fall rapidly in equal reaction to their bodies’ closeness. The rightness of their sexual compatibility awed and enchanted her at the same time.
By the time he’d stripped off his jeans and returned to spoon his warm, lithe body behind hers, Angela was in a sensual haze of desire. He was so hard and thick, and she was so wet, that she knew it would take just one powerful stroke to have him implanted inside her.
Angela opened herself to his invasion without a second thought, lifting her leg to hook over the back of his right thigh.
Shane positioned his tip at her opening, aiming straight for her hidden core – not thrusting in but easing through with sublimeness as her vulva pulsated around him, sucking him in. Angela gasped at the sweet-hot pressure that stretched her continuously, even after a long night of hard, deep and welcome ravishment.
He went still as a rock once he was inside her and Angela arched her back into him. Deep within she felt so sore, yet so ready. She couldn’t imagine a time she wouldn’t want him. She needed him so much; to feel his raw hunger, the way he liked to stroke in and out with the forceful lunge of his lust and passion for her. She wished to surrender to the dominance of him, neither of them holding back. She wanted it all.
“Angela,” Shane said in her ear, as he started to plunge, his movements controlled and taut; solid. Angela was already melting in puddles around his thick, heated shaft. She reached back to fist his hair, and grabbed a hold. He groaned roughly when she tugged harder, and he mirrored her hunger with his next range of thrust which sent him moving like a piston inside her.
Angela didn’t fight back her sounds of pleasure. Each time he bottomed out to the very neck of her sheathe, it made her writhe and moan. He had her going wild for him, body and mind blown. She thrust her hips back to allow him go even deeper and that seemed to push him to the edge. He grunted, the graceful slide of his strokes turning erratic, ferocious and juddering.
Shane’s delight in her body throbbed through her nerve cells as he yanked her even tighter against him and rammed his groin into her ass over and over. The bright room filled with lewd sounds of their bodies and their sex meshing and grinding.
This wasn’t lazy morning sex. This was a rampage, reminding Angela of last’s night’s amazing carnal journey. The heat of his breath warmed the back of her neck as he buried his face deeper into her hair. He seemed to be fighting for air as much as she was.
“I want to unravel inside you,” Shane rasped, teeth nipping her lobe. He cupped her swollen breast; fondled the flesh and teased the tip until it tingled hard and thick.
“Yes,” Angela said on a shaky gust of air. Her pussy folds couldn’t stop fluttering around his thick, pumping staff. He made her feel him everywhere. She closed her eyes tightly and enveloped herself in the bliss that was Shane’s lovemaking. Each time with him was the best sex ever. How did he do that? Made her very womb sing as he filled her with his steel-banded manhood. There was so much profundity in what they shared that it shattered her senses, made her mindless.
“Love me, Shane. Please,” she moaned. She was so close; closer still when she heard his deep, rough groans in her ear. He tweaked her nipple with that much force as she sobbed, before he clamped on her neck with sucking lips, his hand reaching down to strum her clit firmly. He angled his hips and thrust deeper than ever, igniting her.
Angela let out a strangled moan and stiffened, her inner muscles clenching like a fist around him. She helplessly bucked and cried out with her orgasm. An instant later Shane was climaxing with her, their tight coil of need came undone, leaving them tangled and torn and perfectly in tune.