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"Ready, my love?"
Sharon gave her fingers another slow twist and Vince swallowed hard.
God, he was ready. So beyond ready. It felt like they'd been there for an eternity, Sharon slowly working him open on her fingers until he was a desperate, panting wreck, nerves balanced on a knife’s edge and cock hard and leaking against his stomach. He was sure he looked a mess. That always seemed to be her goal.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. I'm—shit. Jesus, Shar," he gasped as she crooked her fingers to drag along his prostate again. Sharon giggled and bit the tip of her tongue teasingly and, God, he would think that was so fucking cute if he was capable of any form of coherent thought at the moment.
"Sorry, sorry."
"No you're not."
"Yeah, I'm really not."
"Always such a—God, fuck—such a fucking tease." He sucked in a sharp breath as she pulled her fingers free, leaving him wet and empty and clenching on nothing after so long on her hand.
"I would never." Sharon raked her nails lightly across his nipple and leaned in to steal a kiss.
The silicone of her cock rested heavily against his hip. Vince sank into the kiss, focusing on the shape of her smile against his lips and not on the nervous anticipation buzzing under his skin. That swooping lightheadedness that came over him every time, like the weightless eternity between jumping from a diving board and hitting the water below. He wrapped his arm around Sharon's shoulder and buried his fingers in her hair, holding her close to feel the warmth of her bare skin against his chest.
"Okay." She gave him a final kiss and pushed herself up with a palm on his chest. "Still want to do this?"
"Yeah. Fuck. God, yes. I'm—" Vince's head spun. "How do you want me?"
"Just like this, if that's okay. Want to see you." Vince hesitated for a second before nodding. He could feel the flush creeping up his neck, but Sharon's grin was blinding and hungry. "Good. Spread 'em, gorgeous."
Vince let his legs fall to either side of her, shifting obediently as Sharon adjusted the pillow under his hips and positioned him how she wanted. At the click of the lube cap, Vince dropped his head back against the pillows and scrubbed a hand over his face. His forearm fell across his eyes, blocking out most of the light. His breath wavered ever so slightly on the exhale, shaky with anticipation and bumping up against the edge of something he could drown in.
"Vince, look at me, my love. Hands away from your face, please. Don't hide from me." She ran a soothing hand down his flank. Slowly, agonizingly, he pulled his arm away from his face and fisted his hand in the sheets. When he opened his eyes, Sharon kneeled above him, looking catlike and pleased. "There we go. So pretty."
Vince’s heart gave a little stutter.
She gave his cock a few lazy strokes, smearing the precome beaded at the tip, before trailing her hand down. Two fingertips slipped easily into his hole, and he whined softly as she teased his rim. Sharon withdrew with a breathy laugh. Her hand was replaced by the toy's slick tip, and her eyes searched his face for any trace of uncertainty. Vince winked, smiling fondly when she blew a kiss in return.
The first press was a lot, the way it always was. Vince took a deep breath and let it out slowly as she pushed into him. He focused on his breathing, on keeping his hands down, on the feeling of Sharon's hand stroking up and down his thigh, on the gentle graze of her breast against his leg when she kissed his knee, on the way she watched him with careful concentration and open adoration. He clutched the sheets tighter and knew that she could read the same in him.
After the first couple slow inches, Sharon trailed her fingers along the delicate skin of his inner thigh. “Okay?”
“Yeah, it’s good. I’m good. I’m—fuck, it’s a lot. It's—keep going. God, please.”
"You're fucking amazing. You know that, right?"
Vince turned his head and pressed his cheek against the covers.
He choked out a groan when she bottomed out, the leather of the harness cool and smooth against his skin. Sharon's nails traced aimless patterns across his ribs.
"Holy shit, Vince. God, so fucking pretty."
Vince mouthed silent curses. His chest heaved. Dull, heavy pressure settled in the base of his throat, just this side of too much. He closed his eyes and panted harshly, tongue tracing his bottom lip while he waited for his body to adjust.
"Just let me know. Take your time, my love."
Long moments passed as Vince focused on the smooth glide of her nails and the patterns she traced into his skin. Finally, he tapped her hip. Sharon pulled back and rocked into him, the first few thrusts shallow and careful. Vince breathed out a laugh, momentarily overwhelmed, and canted his hips to chase the feeling. Still teasingly slow even as she fucked him longer, deeper, drawing quiet noises that caught in his throat on every press.
Vince watched her through a haze. Sweat dampened her bangs, strands plastered to her skin. He reached out to brush along her cheekbone. His fingers traced her jaw and the length of her neck, across the sharp line of her collarbone, trailing down to cup her breast, thumbing gently at a soft, pink nipple. Sharon closed her eyes and arched into the touch and fuck if he wouldn't have given her the world if she'd asked for it. Felt like she was holding him in the palm of her hand, fucking into him in that slow, steady way that dragged him underwater.
His hands felt stupid and clumsy as he traced the tattoo the curved along the underside of her breast.
"I wanna get my mouth on you. After. After, I want—"
"Shh, I know. I know, baby. We'll get there. Don't worry. I'm not done with you yet."
Sharon leaned forward, draping herself over his body. The shift in angle brought her impossibly deeper, and Vince wrapped his legs around her back to keep her close. With every languid thrust, his cock dragged against the soft skin of her stomach, exquisite torture when he'd been hard and aching for so long. Vince rocked against her, matching Sharon's pace as best he could, chasing pressure and friction that was never going to be enough when she didn't want it to be. Her lips were soft on his throat and chest. She pressed gentle kisses, nipping carefully before sucking a mark over his heart. Vince breathed out harshly and cupped the back of her head. He brushed sweaty hair back from Sharon's face, tucking strands behind her ear so he could watch. Her eyes sparkled in the lamplight when she met his gaze. The corners crinkled with what he knew was a smile.
She pulled off with a wet sound and blew cool air across hot, damp skin. "I love you like this."
Vince shivered and held her tighter, pushing against the reverence in her tone. "Only like this?"
Sharon patted his cheek gently, chastising. She cupped his jaw and ran a thumb along his bottom lip. "You know that's not what I mean, smartass." She pushed into his mouth and dragged the pad of her thumb along his tongue. He closed his lips and sucked gently in time with the rhythm of her thrusts. "Look how sweet you are for me. Always so sweet."
Vince swallowed thickly around her finger, grateful for the excuse not to respond.
"Just for me, right?" He squeezed his eyes shut as his head jerked in agreement. Sharon's thumb pressed more firmly against his tongue. "I know. Makes it even sweeter."
She shifted her hips, changing the angle. Vince moaned at the first brush against his prostate, muffled around the hand still at his mouth. Again, and he was seeing stars. Her pace turned each drag into an eternity, a slow slide that sent pleasure racing through his nerves and down his limbs, tingling in his hands and feet. It was so fucking good and it still wasn’t enough.
"Fuck, Shar. Please, please, please—"
"Please what? It's okay, sweetheart. I've got you."
Vince threw his head back and growled in frustration. "Please more. C'mon, just fucking—God, fuck me, Shar."
Sharon smirked and slowly pushed herself up. She raked her nails across his chest and down, planting her hand just above Vince's hip for leverage. She tapped at a thigh still locked around her waist. "Hold your legs for me. Can't fuck you properly if you're gonna make me fall over."
Vince wrapped a hand under each of his thighs. The flash of shame was distant and fleeting, smothered under Sharon's purring praise.
The next thrust was harder, punching the air from his lungs. Quickly, Sharon built to a rhythm that had him desperate and gasping, fingers white where they dug into the backs of his thighs, feeling every twitch of muscle under his fingertips.
"There you go, my love. You always take it so pretty."
A shiver rippled through his nerves. Vince squeezed his eyes shut and tipped his head back against the sheets to bare the column of his throat.
The noise he made when she wrapped a hand around his cock felt barely human, dragged from deep in his lungs when her thumb traced the tip. She stroked him in time with her thrusts, tight and slick and so fucking perfect. Vince pushed up into her hand and down onto her cock and knew he was lost. He came hard across his stomach, back arching off the mattress as he whispered her name like a prayer. The force of it tore through him, numbing his fingers to the tip.
As she pulled out, Sharon ran a fingertip along the length of his softening cock. Vince whined from the oversensitivity and the sudden emptiness. He released his legs and let his limbs drop to the mattress, liquid.
Distantly, he heard the sound of the harness' buckles and a muffled thud as it hit the floor. A cloth wiped the worst of the mess from his stomach. Vince heard quiet, soothing words and absorbed none of them, content to ride the wave of Sharon's voice and let himself drift.
He wrapped his arms around her automatically when she folded herself against his chest and buried her face in the crook of his neck. Her hand cupped the side of Vince's throat, possessive. He could feel his pulse racing against her palm.
Gradually, awareness returned to him enough to register the words murmured against his shoulder.
"—so fucking incredible. You have no idea what you look like. So goddamn amazing, baby. I'm so proud of you. God, I could watch you like that forever—"
Vince groaned and ran his fingers through Sharon's hair, hoping she couldn’t feel the way his hand shook. Then again, wasn’t like he could ever hide anything from her. "You're gonna be the death of me, babe. Holy shit."
"Mm, maybe next time. What a way to go, though." He could feel her smile when she kissed the crook of his neck.
Vince’s laugh was little more than a puff of breath in her hair. His head too cottony and fucked out for words, he hugged her closer and pressed his lips to damp hair. Slowly, his breathing even out, seamlessly matching the steady rise and fall of her chest pressed flush to his.
When Sharon shifted in his arms, he could feel her, hot and wet where she straddled his thigh. Suddenly he needed her fiercely. Cupping the back of her head with his palm, he hugged her tighter and pressed deliberately against her, relishing the soft noise gasped out against his chest.
Vince clawed through the haziness in search of words. "Before—I still want—I can't fucking—I think you fucked every bone out of my body, but—"
“Mm, or you could give yourself a minute,” Sharon said, even as she rocked against his leg. “I’m not going anywhere, baby. Just relax.”
“Yeah, okay, don’t want a minute though. Want you.”
Sharon scoffed against his chest but let herself be rolled onto her back without a fight. Wincing as the motion stretched sore muscles and deep aches, Vince slid a thigh between her legs and leaned in to kiss her deeply, head still foggy with pleasure. Her fingers burrowed into his hair, tugging gently. The sensation prickled along his scalp. Vince smiled into the kiss.
Vince worked slowly down her body, chasing hands with lips and teeth, pulling delicious noises out of her as he teased a nipple and licked his way down her sternum to nibble at the soft skin of her belly. He draped her legs over his shoulders and settled between her thighs. His hands rested over Sharon’s hips, fingers dancing along the ticklish line of her pelvis.
Sharon hissed, flinching away from the delicate touch. “Don’t tease. I’ll kick your ass, baby. You know I will.” He could hear the smile in her voice as he pressed an impenitent kiss to her inner thigh.
He licked through her core in broad, flat strokes, flicking his tongue against her clit to feel the quick, involuntary twitch of her muscles. He closed his eyes and settled into a rhythm. Sharon's voice guided him, soft noises sharper and higher as he worked her closer and closer to the edge.
She came with a broken cry, pressing into his mouth as she rode out the waves. Vince’s tongue kept the same pattern as she shuddered and twitched around him. As he felt her begin to come down from her high, Vince watched her, head thrown back against the pillows and breathing hard.
Sharon propped herself up on her elbows and met his gaze. Pupils blown wide, bottom lip pink and swollen from where her teeth had dug in, she glowed as she settled her legs more heavily on Vince’s shoulders to watch him in return.
Vince took the cue he’d been searching for. He grinned and threw his focus back to the task, licking at her clit with firm, steady circles and teasing touches. His thumbs stroked the lines of her stomach where he held her in place, soft against his callouses.
“God, Vince. Jesus.”
Her hand found his and she gripped his fingers tight, breath coming in harsh pants as Vince focused on her the twitch of her abs under his hand and the roll of her hips as she pressed against his mouth and the way she moaned his name into the quiet. As she came the second time, her legs clamped tight around his head, holding him in place as she rode out the pleasure against his mouth, fingers squeezing his so tight it hurt.
“Okayokayokay, enough, baby,” Sharon whined breathlessly, delight in her voice as she tugged gently at his hair to pull him off and away. “I’m good, I’m good. Come here.”
Vince pressed wet kisses to her thigh before releasing her legs and following the tug of her hand. He settled his weight on top of her and she sighed in relief. When he tucked himself into the curve of her neck, she held him tight, shivering occasionally even in their bedroom's warmth. He nosed at her neck and pushed aside damp hair to kiss her pulse point.
Sharon pressed her cheek to the side of his head. “Kiss, my love.”
Vince went easily as she pulled him in. She kissed him slow and lazy, sucking at his swollen bottom lip before cupping his face in both hands and scattering more soft pecks across his cheeks and jaw. Eyes closed, Vince sank into her touch, pulled under by a wave of bone-deep fatigue.
When Sharon pushed at his shoulder, Vince rolled gracelessly onto his side, pulled her with him. He tangled their legs together and rested a hand heavily at the small of her back to keep her close.
“Vince.”
He cracked an eye to blink at her in the lamplight. There was a flush set deep in her cheeks and her eyes were heavy-lidded and shining. She looked fucking radiant.
“Gotta let me get up at some point if we’re ever going to clean up.”
Vince grunted and pressed his forehead to hers. “Later.”
“Okay,” she whispered. “It can wait a bit.”
She scratched lightly at the nape of his neck. The easy motion soothed him like waves lapping against the shore, and Vince bowed his head farther and floated on an ocean of comfort.