It Takes Two (26 page)

He nudged her knees apart with his and leaned back, releasing her nipple from his lips with a little pop. He trailed his tongue down the center of her stomach as his fingers made another pass over her clit. He wasn’t touching with much pressure at all, but she felt the jolts of pleasure clear to her toes.

“I’m thinking,” he said, kissing her belly button, then looking up at her. “Maybe we can make things a little more comfortable for you by softening things up and getting things nice and slick.”

She worked on breathing normally. “That’s called foreplay. And we’ve done that.” Boy had they.

She often orgasmed before he was inside her from their foreplay. And then she often orgasmed again. That wasn’t a problem.

“But it’s still hard and fast. You’re still in uncomfortable positions. You’re still tense. Why don’t we see what can happen on a nice big bed with lots of pillows and lots of time?” He pressed a kiss to her mound and swirled his tongue over the sensitive skin.

The bed was nice. But it also bugged her. Anyone could have sex on a bed. Where was the fun and excitement in that?

“Stop thinking of arguments,” Shane chided.

She looked at him in surprise. “How did you know what I was thinking?”

“You get that little crease between your eyebrows when you’re trying to think of how to get your way.”

Great. She had a tell. “How long have you known that?”

“I think a while. I never consciously paid attention. You try to get your way with me a lot.”

She couldn’t deny it. “I
get
my way with you a lot.”

“And now it’s my turn.” He moved farther down and put a hand on each of her thighs. “You trust me, right, Iz?”

He was looking her directly in the eye and she could tell that it mattered to him.

“Yes.”

“You’re not just telling me that because you know I want you to trust me? You do trust me?”

She nodded. But then said, “I
want
to trust you. I want to be able to fully relax on this bed and know my body will do what we both want it to.”

He paused before answering, “Okay. That will work.”

“Really?”

“For sure.”

He slowly moved her legs apart, until her knees rested over his thighs. His gaze moved from her eyes, over her breasts, down her stomach and finally to the apex of her thighs. She felt vulnerable and exposed and helpless and…hot.

“You are so beautiful,” he told her, just looking. “So often I look at you and I can’t believe that you let me even buy you a drink not to mention be with you in all the ways we have been. And now,” he looked back up at her face, “you’ve let me know things about you that no one else knows and now you’re here, letting me do this.”

He couldn’t get mushy on her. She couldn’t handle that too. She already felt like she was on sensory overload, and if he started getting all emotional she’d end up crying, or swearing, or swearing while she cried. Neither had a place here.

She wiggled her wrists in the handcuffs. “Letting you?”

He grinned. “You want me to unhook you?”

Did she? Lying spread out like this, fully exposed, felt strange. She wasn’t leading the dance here. She didn’t know what was coming next. She didn’t have any tricks or toys.

But the look on his face was worth it. He was incredibly aroused and, if she wasn’t mistaken, touched by this moment.

“I’m good for now,” she conceded.

“Awesome.” He reached out and dragged a fingertip over her clit and down to where she was hot and wet for him. “Awesome,” he repeated softly, watching his finger.

He repeated the path a few times until she was wiggling, then slowly he pressed his finger in halfway. “I’m thinking,” he said, moving in and out in short strokes, “that these are muscles here. And runners stretch their muscles before they run, right?”

She wasn’t
exactly
sure what he was talking about. Or if she cared. “Uh-huh.”

“So we should maybe do some warming up.”

He stroked in again, then pressed gently, moving his finger in a U-shape, tracing her pelvic muscles from one side to the other. He eased his finger in further, slowly. She arched closer. “More, Shane.”

“I’m with ya, babe.” He added a second finger, still slowly stroking side to side with slight pressure, working in deeper and deeper.

The pressure was perfect, she felt like everything was getting heavier and softer even as tension built.

Shane eased her thighs farther apart, moving down to settle his shoulders between her legs, his fingers continuing to move in and out slowly, pressing deeper each time until his fingers were knuckle deep.

Isabelle felt her back arching, moving closer to his hand, but as he went deeper she felt the urge to pull back. It was good right now, but what if… She worked on breathing deep.

“Focus on me,” Shane said softly. “How is it right now? In this moment?”

How did he know she was starting to hesitate?

She relaxed her stomach and opened her eyes—she hadn’t even realized they were squeezed shut. “It’s good.”

He kept his eyes on hers as he brushed his thumb over her clit. The air in her lungs whooshed out. He smiled and did it again with more pressure while also easing his fingers in.

“We’re going to take this one moment at a time, Iz. You with me?”

She nodded and wiggled against his hand. If he kept doing what he was doing she was with him and then some.

He gave her a knowing look and slid his fingers out, added a third and slid back in. The pressure made her moan but she also felt her thighs begin to tighten.

“Oh, no you don’t.” Shane leaned in and ran his tongue over her clit, circling as he pressed deeper.

The rigidity in her thighs let go, her legs feeling boneless as she gasped from the pleasure of it. Instead, the coiling tension moved into her pelvis—a
good
tension, a climax building.

A moment later, Shane pressed his fingers deep and sucked on her and she came apart as pleasure swept over her. Her whole body seemed to tighten and release at the same time and warmth rushed through her body.

She gave a heavy sigh as her internal muscles unclenched from around Shane’s fingers and she let her eyes drift shut.

“Isabelle,” Shane said gruffly, running his hand over her stomach.

She looked down at him. “God. You’re good.”

He grinned. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”

“And thank you for not asking me if I’m okay,” she said sincerely.

“Oh, I know you’re okay,” he said with a wink. “I could tell.”

She appreciated that he was taking her at her word. She was okay. She was better than okay. She felt amazing. “I think this bed is working for me.”

He chuckled. “I’m buying a new bed tomorrow.”

She hesitated, then quickly covered it. Shane buying a new bed because it would make sex better for her spoke of a man who thought they had a future.

Of course it wasn’t the bed. It was the man. He’d taken his time, he hadn’t let her issues become a barrier, he’d found a way to make it all work. So far anyway. She felt her belly tighten. They’d done this stuff before. He’d never spent so much time or played with such purpose, but this wasn’t wild, crazy, fun sex either.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, stroking her belly. “I can feel you tensing up.”

He’d been amazing. He deserved the truth. “Sex.”

“That’s good. At least you’re not thinking about needing to schedule a manicure or something.”

“Well, now that you mention it…”

He pinched her butt. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Exactly. She worked on
not
tensing.

“Ready for my next great idea?”

She had to admit his first idea had been pretty good. She was still tingling from it. She nodded. “Sure.”

He didn’t look totally convinced, but he shifted anyway, lifting her legs and moving to lie horizontally across the bed. He draped her legs over his hip and reached to move her knees apart before he stroked through her wet heat again, pressing one finger deep, then withdrawing to run it up over her clit.

She shivered with renewed desire.

“You’re with me, right?” he asked.

She felt his cock against her, big and hard and capable of making her feel so many wonderful things. She was on her back, but in this position her legs weren’t stretched and none of his weight was on her. This might just…be great.

“I’m with you,” she told him, a little breathless, anticipating his first stroke.

It was a good one. Long and deep but slow. She felt him press forward, filling her inch by inch. She didn’t even have to try to relax. This position felt almost decadent. He could reach her clit, he could reach her nipples, he could look into her eyes, he could stroke his big hot hands up and down her thighs. And he did all of those things, over and over, as he eased all the way into her, then pulled out with excruciating slowness.

Her body welcomed him, rejoiced at having him fully inside, stretching her, heating her, igniting every nerve ending from breasts to knees and beyond.

She moved, trying to grind closer, but the handcuffs limited how far she could slide and Shane was all about being in charge here.

“You with me?” he asked again.

That was starting to sound like a disguised “You okay?” but she didn’t mind suddenly. She was turned on and climbing toward another orgasmic crest, but he was doing all the work. She was essentially lying there—like a princess with a servant boy whose entire job was to pleasure her.

She could get used to this.

But then she frowned. “Are
you
with
me
?” she asked him, looking down.

“Does it not feel like I’m with you?” he asked, giving her a little extra thrust.

That was very, very nice.

“Yes. And I love this. But is it…enough for you?”

Shane looked at her like she was crazy. “Seriously?”

“Well, it’s not as deep as usual or—”

“You’re spread out here like a frickin’ buffet,” he said. “With you like this—I can see every inch of you. I can
reach
most of those inches. I can watch and feel how every stroke affects you. I can feel every time your pussy clenches, I can see when you take a quick breath, I can see your breasts bounce, when you wet your lips, the way your tummy trembles when I hit a certain spot.”

He intentionally hit that spot to prove it.

Sure enough, ripples started in her tummy before swirling out like a pebble rippling a pond.

“This is amazing. Do you know how often we’ve had sex in the dark? I’d guess eighty-six percent of the time. This is awesome. Lights are on, there are no hard surfaces or sharp corners to watch out for, no one’s gonna walk in on us or overhear us… I could do this for hours.”

She smiled as he flexed and moved deep again. “Glad to hear it.” She wished she could touch him.

His cell phone rang.

She looked from it to him. He laughed and shook his head. “No, I’m not stopping to answer that.”

He thrust again.

“Glad to hear that too,” she said, her voice catching as his long stroke filled her. But it wasn’t in a bad way. Not at all. She felt all of it clear to her toes.

She flexed her pelvic muscles and Shane groaned. He reached up to tease a nipple. She moaned for him and squirmed, sliding her legs farther apart.

“That’s such a pretty sight,” he praised, gaze on her clit and where they were joined. He ran his finger over her sweet spot, making her inner muscles clench again.

His strokes picked up speed and Isabelle found herself opening her legs farther and pressing her hands against the headboard to help her meet his thrusts, craving him deeper and faster. There was no instinctive tightening, no hesitation, no holding back.

Shane must have sensed that she was right with him now without asking. He put his bottom hand under ass and wrapped his upper arm around her thigh closest to him, keeping her from sliding away as he drove into her. She felt her body pull and pulse around him, climbing, climbing, until she again went over the peak, crying out his name.

He immediately stroked over her clit with his thumb, then circled, saying random dirty words, keeping her orgasm rolling, as he thrust again and again until she felt his orgasm sweep through him hot and hard, her name on his lips.

He stayed pressed against her for several long seconds. Then flopped to his back. Neither of them moved for several minutes after. When Shane finally did shift, it was to unlock her hands and then lie down beside her and pull her against him to spoon.

She absorbed the feel of him all around her and sank into the pillows and feather-top mattress that she was going to have a hard time leaving behind when it was time to go.

“Holy shit that was good.” His voice rumbled from his chest against her back.

She even loved that.

“It really was,” she agreed.

“Yeah?”

“Definitely. You? Honestly?”