Shane
By the time we came back home, everyone seemed exhausted, probably because no one enjoyed the two-hour drive. Serena had received a text from Maggie that she was safely home, so I wasn’t worried about her. Ren and Becky were unusually quiet, especially the babbling girl, and I wondered what the hell happened during that ride.
I took Serena’s hand, we said our goodbyes to the others, and I damn near dragged her to the second floor to my room.
“Shane—”
I put my finger on her mouth.
“Tonight… tonight, I want you in my bed, so I can make slow love to you and have you fall asleep in my arms. I promise to wake you up early enough so you can shower and get dressed.”
She nibbled on her lip, worried to stay the whole night, and I leaned down to gently soothe the sting with my tongue. She sighed and opened her mouth, allowing deeper penetration. I loved the taste of her and just kissed her for several minutes.
Hugging her closer, I took off her jacket and pulled the pins from her hair, which allowed me to put my hand through it and angle her head for a deeper kiss. As she inhaled and grabbed my nape, I felt her nails digging into my skin and I groaned. I removed her shirt, leaving her in only her jeans and white, lacy bra. “You are so beautiful.” Her eyes held wonder and something else, an emotion I wasn’t familiar with. I’d never seen it before in a girl’s eyes.
After removing the rest of her clothes, she lay down in the middle of the bed, gifting me the best view of everything she was. Her red hair was like flames on the pillow, her beautiful breasts were bouncing a little with every heavy breath, and her narrow waist led to her shapely, amazing legs.
“Come here,” she said softly, but I had other plans. We finally had a whole bed to ourselves, and I wanted to take advantage of it.
Gently, I pushed her legs open so my mouth would have full access to her. I lowered my head and took a swipe with my flattened tongue, which earned me a moan. Using my fingers to pinch her clit a bit, I pleasured her with my tongue—licking, sucking, and probing.
I could have spent forever enjoying her taste, which quickly became my addiction, but she kept tugging on my hair until I looked up. Her eyes were dark with arousal as she pulled my hair again so I had to rise a bit. Shifting closer, she kissed me, although my lips were still glossy with her arousal. She moaned as though she liked the taste of herself on me, and she deepened the kiss, her tongue caressing mine. It was almost as if we were making love with our mouths.
My cock rocked against her belly, and she slowly slid her hand down my chest, across my abs, and grabbed my cock, making me groan. She squeezed it tighter, and I couldn’t help it; I started to thrust slowly in a rhythm, but it wasn’t enough. I wrapped my hand around hers and showed her how I liked to be touched. It was thrilling to be her first, not that I wouldn’t love her if I wasn’t, but I enjoyed showing her everything and seeing the excitement in her eyes. Her other hand circled my neck as she released my lips to kiss my chin, my neck, and finally, she came closer to my ear.
“Do you want me?” she murmured huskily, and I could have come right there just from the sound of her voice alone.
“Yes.” With a cocky grin, glazed eyes, and a red, swollen mouth, she slid down and kneeled in front of me, taking my cock into her mouth.
Son of a bitch!
Her hot mouth enclosing my flesh felt so good, so fucking good, and she moaned around it. She didn’t take it deep, just sucked on the tip while her hand stroked. Her movement and suction was a bit untrained, but it was the best fucking blow job I’d had the pleasure of receiving. I couldn’t help it. I took her hair in my hand and adjusted her head a bit, which earned me another moan. My girl enjoyed pleasuring me. Her hand moved lower to my balls. She shyly touched them, and then with my encouragement, she played with them. Her mouth took me deeper, and fuck that was a beautiful sight.
So fucking sexy.
It was heaven, but I was too close and didn’t want to come in her mouth, no matter how great the feeling was. I tugged on her hair, and she released me with a popping sound. And didn’t that make me harder.
“Baby, I want inside you.” Putting on a condom as she lay down, I pushed myself between her legs. The desire was clear in her emerald eyes as my hands moved down to her wet heat and two fingers entered her. Moaning loudly, she pushed her head back on the pillow. “Tight, so fucking tight.”
It was like her pussy was sucking my fingers in. She was wet and hot. Ready for me to make love to her, to claim her as mine. I kissed her again as she circled her legs around my waist, and I entered her with one swift move.
God, I loved the feeling of being inside her; it was like coming home from a long journey. It was the best heat I’d ever known in my life. No matter how much I wanted to come, I wanted to go slow first, so my movements were controlled. “Faster,” she barely whispered, and then her hand went to my hair as she pulled me down for another hot, deep kiss.
“No, baby, just like this.” Her nails were scratching my back, probably leaving marks, but I didn’t care. I was thrilled with the thought of wearing her marks, letting people know I was taken.
In and out, in and out. I let go of her lips and moved lower to take her nipple into my mouth, earning another moan. Tugging on my hair, she brought my head closer as I bestowed the same attention on her other nipple. My baby was close; she just needed a little extra stimulation, which I sure as fuck would provide. I placed my thumb between our bodies and pressed on her clit. That added to the nipple sucking and my thrusts did it for her.
She screamed, and I had to muffle the sound with my mouth or she would have woken the whole house. As her back arched, I continued thrusting and felt her pussy clench, which was more than enough to do it for me. Groaning, I came harder than ever before.
Fuck, that was heaven, the kind of sex—no, making love—that you never forgot and rarely found.
My body ended up on top of hers, both of us sweaty, in a room smelled like sex.
Every single bone in my body felt numb.
How the fuck was I supposed to live without that once she left?
Serena
Shane lay on top of me with his head in my neck while I tried to catch my breath, but at the same time hugged him close. That was different. That was making love, and although I didn’t have experience prior to him, I was sure of it. I was falling for him—no, screw that—I was in love with him, and I didn’t know what to do about it.
Rationally, I knew no one fell in love that fast, but I felt it deep down in my gut. But the end of the summer was in three more weeks, and it would have to end.
He pushed up and frowned.
“Baby?” His hands gently cupped my cheeks and wiped away my tears, tears I didn’t realize were there. “Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head. Stupid man, how could he think that?
But I didn’t know how to tell him that was one of the best experiences of my life and I wanted to feel it forever. That sounded ridiculous and he would probably laugh in my face.
“Then what’s wrong?”
Oh crap, what was the way out of it besides the truth? There wasn’t, so I’d just say it. “I don’t want it to end.”
There, I’d admitted it, and the world didn’t end.
“And that makes you cry?”
I frowned, even though I still had some tears in my eyes. “Well, yeah.”
“Why?”
The conversation was getting beyond bizarre. “Because we’ll only be together ‘til the end of the summer. Remember our deal?”
“It doesn’t have to be that way.” I realized he was serious, and I didn’t know how to react.
“What are you saying?” My voice was careful, low, and apprehensive.
“I’m saying I'm falling for you and don’t want it to end.” Shane’s hands palmed my face, our eyes locked on each other, and his words made me smile through my tears.
I said the truth and the world didn’t end. Instead, it was a beginning. “Okay.” It was probably a rash decision, because how in the hell would we be able to keep it up if I was gone and living in Italy? And even if I stayed in New York, I still wouldn’t be able to maintain a long-distance relationship. Plus, there was the whole lying thing. I knew I should tell him the truth, explain everything, and see his reaction before we decided how to find a way to be together. That was, if he still wanted to be with me after that. But as he kissed me, I became so lost in that perfect moment I didn’t want to ruin it, and decided there would be no harm done if I waited one more day to bring up my confession.
Moments like that, when you felt safe, loved, and cherished, were meant to be beautiful, not tainted with secrets and lies. He moved to the side and pulled me on top of him, and I felt so right in his arms. Shane slowly stroked my hair, relaxing me so much I dozed off. Right in that moment, everything was right with the world.
Shane
I woke up to the sweetest sensation of Serena straddling my hips while she placed slow kisses, and even sucked a bit, on my neck. I had a feeling if she wasn’t afraid of what people would say, she would’ve definitely left a hickey on me. Not that I minded. As long as she wanted to do or explore something with me, I was game.
I loved the wonder in her eyes every time we tried something else. Maybe it had to do with the fact I had never fallen in love before.
She was simply special in every way.
“Baby, wake up,” she teased. I opened my eyes to see her looking at me with a mischievous smile, and I glanced at the clock that showed it was 5:00 a.m., which meant we had plenty of time to play before showering and her going down to prepare breakfast.
“Umm. That’s the kind of alarm clock I would love to have.”
I brought her head down for a deep kiss, which she gladly answered. Then I tugged away the bedsheet she was holding to her chest, because it kept me from those gorgeous breasts of hers. She giggled and tried to get away from me, but my hands held her. I wanted to pin her to the bed and ravish her, but the thought of her riding me made my cock harder. The look of love in her eyes heated the part of me that had been frozen since I came here, and it was a fucking great feeling.
“I would love to paint you like this,” she whispered as her hands roamed down my arms and chest, like an artist holding a brush. The touch was gentle, barely there, but I could feel it nevertheless.
Her comment reminded me about my present.
Sitting up, with her still on my lap, I fisted her hair, tugging on it to tilt her head backward, exposing her neck, which allowed me to kiss it like I wanted. I loved her smell, lavender and vanilla mixed with her perfume, and since we didn’t shower last night, mixed with us.
The best fucking smell in the world.
“Do you like presents?” I sucked on her neck harder, wanting to leave a mark on her like she did on me last night. I could still feel the slight sting from her scratches on my back.
“Live for presents,” she answered, breathless and aroused, and I knew she was barely listening to what I was saying.
“I have one for you.”
She grinned, looking down where my cock was almost between her thighs, and smirked. “I know.” Minx, liked to make fun of my desire.
“Not that kind of present. This one is ready for you all the time.” I kissed her gently and didn’t let her deepen it. “There is something for you on the first shelf of the closet. Wanna check it out?”
She gave me a curious glance but went over there, taking the sheet, still not comfortable being naked with me, but I didn’t mind.
She opened the closet, looked inside, and froze. She slowly took out the supplies I got for her, from watercolors to pastels and pencils. There was also a big canvas waiting for her, which wasn’t in there since it wouldn’t fit, but I didn’t know whether to mention it to her or not, because she was unusually quiet while staring at her surprise. Fuck, maybe it wasn’t such a good idea after all.
Part of me worried that maybe she didn’t want me to know her secret, but I really wanted to make her drawings more vivid with colors she probably couldn’t afford. That was some expensive shit, but luckily, I had enough money for it. She finally turned and looked at me as one lonely tear traveled down her right cheek.
Fuck, I made her cry! “Baby, please don't cry.” That was it, no more surprise gifts for her. I wanted her happy, not fucking upset with it. Shaking her head, she sat down on the corner of the bed, and I scooted closer to her. Everything in me screamed to give her comfort.
“It’s just… you bought these for me?” she asked, and I nodded, unsure what to say. “You know about my drawings?”
“I just saw that you drew everything with pencil and you probably needed colors, because they were so beautiful, and surely you wanted to make them more vivid. I know you probably didn’t want to spend money on it.” She flinched when I mentioned money, and I wanted to smack myself. Reminding her she needed it wasn’t the best thing to say. “So I went into town and found all the needed supplies,” I finished, and hoped to fuck she wouldn’t cry again. Seeing her tears didn’t bring out the best emotions in me.
She leaned into me for a kiss. It was a feather-light touch, and then she pressed her forehead to mine. “Thank you,” she whispered through her tears. There was love, but there was also something else. “My mom was the only one who ever gave me gifts like this.”
That was why she was so moved, and all of a sudden, a lump formed in my throat, because, even though I didn’t remember my mom that much, I knew the pain of losing a parent never went away. It stayed with you like a deep ache.
“I’m happy I can share it with you.”
So was I.
“Can I paint you?”
“Since when do you ask? I thought you did that all the time.”
She nudged my shoulder for the sarcasm and blushed. “Well, I think I should ask permission now, since you know.”
“Well, then, I accept.”
She giggled again and kissed me with a loud peck. The time we spent on my gift didn’t allow us to have a quickie like I’d hoped. Well, we could, but we’d have to skip the shower.
“Baby, we have a tough choice to make, but the answer is obvious to me,” I started.
“Shower,” she said at the same time as I said, “Sex.” We stared at each other and she wiggled her nose.
“No way. As much as I want to try this position out”—straddling my lap, she rocked herself against me, causing me to groan, because that felt so fucking good, like everything with her—“I need to take a shower. I’m sweaty, and as much as I love your scent right now, I want to be all clean.” She kissed me again before climbing off my lap. “Don't follow me,” she warned with a smile and went into the bathroom.
If I’d known being in a relationship was so much fun, I would have tried it sooner.
The thought alone was wrong, because I knew it wouldn’t have felt right with anyone but her.