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with
my waiting, with her body dancing and thrusting, her fingers
massaging, her sounds of pleasure growing … the pressure was
building—really fucking building.
    Releasing her
thigh, I rammed both fists down on the bed, twisting my face to the
side as the snarl erupted out of me.
    “ Fuck! ”
The word shot out as a gravelly grunt, and every chasing breath
panted out of me as a growl. Every ensuing thrust of my hips drove
down a little harder.
    Beneath me,
Shelley’s gasps grew louder. Her fingertips sliced harder. Her
chest rose and fell.
    The stabbing of
my back ceased, and she crammed her fingers into my hair, dragged
my lips to hers.
    Her cry blasted
into my mouth as her body coiled tight, but I couldn’t cease my
lips from curling. Her whimper echoed through me as her body
stilled, and did little to halt the rebuilding hum in my chest. Her
long, low mewling sang right down to my very soul, telling me she’d
breached the pinnacle of orgasm, before a long, slow softness
spread throughout Shelley’s body, despite the cinching of her
thighs around me, the pinning of her arms about my shoulders.
    As the sensual
contractions trailing her release hauled my frantic dick along with
her, my breath blasted from me on a grunt that evolved into a fresh
snarl, and my body shuddered through my final thrusts, my calves
and ankles threatening to twist beneath the cramps infecting
them.
    When I finally
stilled, my chest heaved—Shelley’s, too, her butterfly wings of a
heartbeat tickling against my booming one.
    It took a few
seconds to realise the dampness smacking my face was caused by my
own breath bouncing back from Shelley’s throat.
    It took another
second to recognise that I was about a half-beat away from biting
down.
    “Ethan?”
Shelley’s whisper, lower than ever, sounded pained.
    I was almost
afraid to look up, but I did, fast realising my eyes were clamped
closed. The room seemed too bright as I blinked up at Shelley.
    She peered back
at her me, her eyes shining bright, her lids half shuttered. “You
need to let go of me,” she said, equally as quiet.
    I followed the
upward flicker of her gaze. To my fingers. Wrapped around her hair
so tight, her head was hauled back, her scalp pulled taut. “Shit,”
I muttered, slowly uncurling my fingers, trying not to make it
worse. “Shit! I’m sorry, Shel. I’m so—”
    Her fingers
pressed to my mouth. “Quit already.” She replaced her fingers with
a brush of her lips. “You don’t have to keep worrying about me so
much. I’m a big girl.”
    Still, I
couldn’t stop from smoothing the yanked hair down, pressing a kiss
to the spot. Pressing a kiss to her temple. I also couldn’t help
the trail my lips took downward to her lips, or the need swelling
once more through my dick, or the way my hips ground against
her.
    Shelley
breathed out a laugh, and I closed my eyes, rested my forehead
against hers. “Damn, woman, you’re going to be my undoing one of
these days.”
    Her fingertips
skated over my bicep. “Does this mean you’re not mad at me?”
    I drew back and
studied her, but found only seriousness in her eyes. “For
what?”
    “For only
getting you a cake and some new underwear—”
    “For yourself,”
I cut in, my lips twitching.
    She gave a
reluctant nod. “For myself.”
    “That you
wouldn’t let me remove,” I added.
    Her lips curved
at one corner. “Excuse me , but this is limited edition Linger lingerie.”
    “Stupid name
for something that didn’t even linger that long—”
    “Are you
answering me, or not?”
    I chuckled.
“No, Shel, I’m not mad. How could I be? This is perfect.”
    You’re perfect,
I wanted to add. Perfect for me . But I didn’t. I never
did.
    Instead, I just
rolled with her. Slid her atop me. Gripped her hips and urged her
down until her lips parted in a quiet gasp. “Now,” I said, rolling
my hips. “Remind me whose birthday it is again.”
    “I don’t think
you need reminding at all,” she said, but she