He burst through a door and kept walking until they both fell on a big bed. They bumped heads and she laughed. He just stared at her, a look in his eyes she had never seen before in her life. As if she was the most precious thing in the world.

It made her heart flutter and her core clench. He was lying on top of her, between her legs and he slowly ground his hips into hers.

She gasped.

His hand reached out and he took her glasses off, folding them and carefully putting them on the bedside table, his eyes not once leaving hers.

"Perfect," he breathed, licking his lips, before he lowered his head to kiss her again.

This time it was desperate, all teeth and tongues, needy.

His lips left hers and left a trail of hot, wet kisses along her jawline and down her neck.

She arched her back when she felt his hands slide under her top, splaying over her sides, moving up and grazing the side of her breasts.

He sat back on his heels, pulling her up with him, tugging her top over her head.

As if he read her mind, his shirt shortly followed, landing somewhere on the floor behind him.

Her hands reached out and she could feel him shiver as she touched his chest and moved her fingers over his muscles, her fingertips tracing the inked patterns she had so desperately wanted to see.

He moaned softly when she bent forward, placing small kisses on his chest, her hands wandering down to the bulge in his jeans. She rubbed her palm over him, eliciting a hiss from him. Her fingers made quick work of the button and the zip of his trousers, before pulling down the material to set him free.

He was beautiful. The mushroom head of his erection leaked precum. She took him in her hands, working them up and down, tracing his ridges and veins. Her index finger caught some droplets of precum, gently rubbing them up and down his sensitive slit.

She looked up to find his head was thrown back, eyes closed, jaw slack in pleasure. She looked down at his shaft in her hands again. She kept on working it with one hand, her other hand gently cradling his testicles, her nails softly scratching the underside, then massaging them carefully.

She was rewarded with a deep moan from Shannon and the impatient bobbing of his shaft in her hand, leaking more precum.

She looked up again, when she felt his hands tilting her head up.

A fire was burning in his eyes and she was sure it was mirrored in her eyes. His lips - his gorgeous, luscious lips - were slightly parted. He pushed her back down onto the mattress, impatiently now, before he swiftly covered her body with his again, his tongue tracing the outline of her tattoo that curled up both her arms and spread over her chest and up her neck and across her left shoulder.

Her fingers went in his hair, pulling gently on it and he moaned against her skin, his mouth following one inky swirl right down to her right breast, where he stopped. He was breathing raggedly, when he locked eyes with her before he took her pebbled nipple in his hot mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. His hand on her other breast, kneading it.

She was a moaning mess by now.

He worked his way down over her stomach to her waist, where he opened the buttons of her jeans and pulled them off, along with her panties, in one swift move.

She always felt self-conscious about her body, but one look in his lust filled eyes all of a sudden made her feel confident.

He wanted her. Unbelievable. But he did.

She wanted him.

His hands slid up her calves, stopping at her knees, before he pushed them apart. His eyes were on hers, before he looked down at her glistening centre.

"Oh babe, look how wet you are for me," he breathed.

He settled between her legs. "Look at me," he demanded in a raw voice.

It had to be the most erotic thing she had ever seen in her life: Shannon in between her legs, lowering his mouth onto her lower lips, his dark eyes burning into hers.

The feeling of his tongue licking up her slit, flicking and sucking on her clit, the friction of his beard on her thighs was too much. Her eyes fluttered close and a long throaty moan escaped her lips.

"Look at me, babe," he instructed huskily, "tell me where you want to be touched, show me how to make you feel good."

He didn't need instructions. He seemed to know her body like a book he'd read a million times over.

He inserted two slender fingers inside her, curling them as he worked them in and out to his own rhythm, his tongue licking and sucking on her clit.

"Oh fuck...," she moaned.

"Is that a good spot?" he asked, breathlessly.

She managed to nod her head and her fingers in his hair pulled a little harder. Words escaped her. All she could feel was him and the way he built up a fire inside of her.

Her legs started shaking. "I'm going to...," she panted.

"Let go, babe," he encouraged and continued playing her body like an instrument. "Good girl."

Moments later she fell apart in front of him, dissolving into oblivion with another throaty moan, his name on her lips.

She didn't notice when he got off the bed to take his trousers and boxers off.

He crawled back over her, laying between her legs, kissing her deeply. She tasted herself on his tongue, marvelling on the feel of his naked skin on hers.

"That was so fucking hot," he breathed. "You turn me on so much, babe."

She opened her legs wider for him as he lined himself up at her entrance, before he pushed inside her with one long stroke. She gasped, her fingers leaving marks on his back.

"Fuck," he swore, "fuck, babe, you're tight."

His lips found hers, his hand travelling down her side to her leg, holding it under her knee and pushing it up gently so he could go even deeper.

They both moaned.

"Shannon, please," she begged.

"You feel so fucking good," he cursed as he started a rhythm that was slowly building them up.

She was in heaven. He felt absolutely fantastic inside her, stretching her to her limit, filling her completely and deliciously, his hips rocking and rotating at just the right angle, his body covering hers, his tongue mimicking his movements below.

Her hands ran over his chest, his back, tugged on his hair. He kissed her neck, sucking and nipping on her skin, leaving marks that would last for days.

His hand slid between their bodies as his hips ground into her harder, faster. His fingers found her clit and he rubbed it, as his head came down on her breast, sucking her nipple in, a bit harder this time.

She tilted her hips up so she could take more of him. She wanted all of him, wanted to be as close to him as possible. She felt her climax building.

"Look at me, babe," he panted. "Let me see you."

She opened her eyes to meet his dark pools of desire. His lips were plump from all their kissing, his hair dishevelled, sweat beads covered his forehead and torso. He was so beautiful.

Her hand reached out to touch the side of his face, caressing it, and he nestled his face into her palm.

There was something in his eyes, an intensity, a rawness, a vulnerability and something else. It was something incredibly intimate and powerful, flooding her heart with an emotion so deep that a tear escaped down her cheek.

"Cum for me, my love," he begged, voice thick with emotion and desire.

And her body complied.

A wave of white bliss washed over her as his name fell from her lips in her orgasm and she could feel her walls contract around his shaft, pulling him in further, her body tingling and elated.

His pupils dilated as he found his own release and she could feel him shooting his hot ropes of semen against her cervix.

They lost track of time as they gazed into each other's eyes, their hands caressing each other's bodies, lost in a state of pure bliss and satisfaction.

His lips found hers in a slow, searing kiss, before he gently eased out of her and got off the bed. He disappeared in the bathroom and came back a moment later with a wet, warm cloth and a towel.

He stared in fascination at her swollen sex. She ran her hands down her body and back up, his heated gaze followed one of her fingers as she brought it to her lips and licked it.

He swallowed hard. "Fuck, you're killing me," he breathed.

His lips crashed down on hers. When he pulled away, they were both breathing hard again.

"Let me clean you up," he insisted and he did.

Carefully and respectfully so.

She sat up, kneeling in front of him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. Her nipples pebbled at the friction of her skin on his. She ran her hands down his back, learning every dent and curve, down to his ass, squeezing his cheeks teasingly.

"Don't start something you can't finish," he warned, licking his lips as he stared at her with hooded eyes.

"Who said we're finished?" she breathed, before kissing him deeply.

He moaned, tossing the flannel and towel on the floor behind him, before his strong arms engulfed her, pulling her impossibly close into his hard body. He leaned forward, laying them down on the bed again. But she used some momentum to roll them around, straddling his waist.

"Let me worship you," she whispered, hands running up his chest.

And worship him she did.

***

After their breathing had returned to normal, both their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat, he pulled her up to lead her to the bathroom where they shared a shower. No words were spoken as they washed each other with gentle, tender touches. Kisses were stolen when they towelled off and he led her back into the bedroom, laying her down on the bed, slipping under the covers with her.

He pulled her into his arms, lying on their sides, facing each other, as their hands caressed each other's bodies, looking into each other's eyes.

"Can I say something without you running scared?" he asked quietly.

She nodded her head, looking up at him.

"I want you to stay," he said after a while into the silence, his fingers playing with hers.

She looked at their entwined fingers and then back at him. His eyes were sparkling, sincere and warm.

"Not just tonight," he explained. "I want you here with me. By my side. All the time."

Her heart skipped a beat. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying," he moved to lean over her, caressing her hair, "I'm in love with you. I know we only met a short while ago, but I feel a connection with you on such a deep level emotionally and physically... I have never felt this way before."

He watched her face for his reaction. "If that scares you that's okay. It scares me, too. But I don't want to let this go."

This man held her heart in his hands. So gently and carefully.

And now he was giving her his. An incredible act of trust.

She moved her hands up to his face, her fingers softly tracing his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, the outline of his lips.

He kissed her fingertips.

"I love you, too."

A wave of happiness washed over his face. His eyes softened.

"I won't hurt you," he vowed, his hands cupping her face.

"I know you won't," she whispered, leaning in to kiss his lips. "I trust you completely."

He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth in languid strokes. They lay there in their happy bubble, basking in each other's presence, before they drifted off to sleep, firmly wrapped in each other's arms.

Perfection.

~ Fin ~

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