Take Me
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“Oh shit,” she gasped as pleasure licked its way up her spine, and her core tightened. She squeezed her eyes shut against the intensely erotic images overwhelming her.
“Don’t come, Amanda,” Shade demanded. “Just make it wet.”
“I can’t get any wetter,” she complained as the throbbing ache inside became unbearable. “Please, Shade.”
“Okay, but only if you promise to keep your eyes open.”
“I promise.” She’d have promised him anything for relief.
“Move your hand away.”
She moved her hand.
“Open your eyes.”
She forced her eyes open. He shifted so that he was leaning over her body. His tongue laved the moisture between her pu**y lips.
“Tastes even better than it looks,” he said.
Amanda fought to keep her eyes open as Shade devoured her pu**y. Occasionally his head got in the way of the camera, but she could see most of it—his tongue feverishly stroking every wet inch of her flesh. When her gasps became screams of ecstasy, he latched onto her clit with a tight suction and plunged two fingers deep into her body. She felt it. Saw it. And the stimulation of both senses sent her spiraling out of control. He f**ked her with his fingers while she came. She tried to keep her eyes open, to watch those fingers sliding in and out of her clenching pu**y, but the pleasure was so exquisite she lost her ability to control her body, including her ability to draw breath. When she slowly drifted back to Earth, Shade tugged his fingers free and licked at her sensitive opening until she whimpered in protest.
“Now it’s wet enough,” he said, collecting her free-flowing cum with the flat of his tongue.
After a moment, she regained the ability to open her eyes, but she didn’t watch the monitor above. She zeroed in on the thick, hard c**k bobbing slightly each time Shade moved. She reached for him, surrounding his length in a loose fist. He rocked his hips, thrusting into her hand gently. She wanted to watch him thrust into her.
“Jacob?”
“I’m not answering to that name right now.”
Exasperating man. “Shade?”
“Hmm?”
“Take me.”
“In the encore,” he said. “Are you light-headed?”
“A little,” she admitted, but she didn’t think it was from her position. The man was simply overwhelmingly virile.
Shade moved away and pulled a remote control from the side table drawer. He pressed a button and the familiar intro to Sole Regret’s “Elevate” poured from hidden speakers. Another button press caused the room lights to go dark and multicolored lights around the top of the bedframe to brighten. Like a stage lightshow, they alternated between red and blue with the beat of the drums.
Wide-eyed, Amanda studied Shade’s set-up. What in the world? “Is sex some sort of performance to you?”
He chuckled and removed the loop from one of her legs. He massaged its length from ankle to thigh as he said, “Haven’t heard any complaints about it yet.”
She wasn’t complaining, just wondered at his reasoning. This must be why he’d insisted she call him Shade when they’d entered his room. He had some link in his mind between his stage performance and his performance in the bedroom. Was this his way of keeping all emotional connections out of sex?
“The ladies love to be reminded that a rock star is f**king them,” he said.
She couldn’t read how that made him feel because he had his stupid sunglasses on and she didn’t have the strength to lift a hand to remove them.
“I don’t need the reminder,” she said. “I prefer the real you.”
“I think I’m about to change your mind.”
He removed her other leg from the sex swing’s loop and massaged it before lifting her off the wedge-shaped cushion and lowering her flat onto the mattress. He pushed the wedge off the bed and settled his big, muscular body over her. His weight made her feel grounded. Protected. Petite. She stared up at him, her heart thudding out of control. This man, Shade, was a stranger to her, and as exciting as that was, she wanted to look into his eyes. She wanted Jacob.
When she reached for his sunglasses, he caught her wrists and pressed them against the mattress on either side of her head. The long intro of “Elevate” segued into the first stanza and he started to sing. Amanda’s breath caught. Shade’s low, sensual voice washed over her, making every inch of her skin tingle with delight. The flashing lights, the throbbing music added to her immersion in her private serenade. Oh God, his voice was as smooth and rich as butter. The sound of it caressed her spine. Her muscles tautened. Her ni**les strained toward his naked chest. Her pu**y throbbed in time with the deep, rich sound of the bass guitar. As Amanda stared up at him, she realized she no longer wanted Jacob. She wanted Shade. She wanted the rock star. She wanted him to f**k her hard.
In the pause after the first stanza, he kissed her deeply before taking a deep breath. With the chorus, he released her wrists and slid down her body. He cupped her br**sts in both hands, singing the building chorus until he was screaming, “Elevate from deep. Elevate from dark. Elevate. Elevate.” The deep low growl he produced at the end of the chorus made her shudder.
He sucked one breast into his mouth, stroking her nipple with his writhing tongue throughout the next guitar piece. Damn, his entire band was phenomenal.
Her attention was riveted to the screen above, where she got a spectacular view of Shade’s mouth doing amazing things to her sensitive breast. Another camera caught the movement of his thumb on her other nipple. But her favorite shot of all was the one of his fantastic ass and the expanse of bronzed flesh that was his back. The flickering lights reflected off his skin, highlighting the contours of his muscles, keeping her attention on his gorgeous body.
Shade lifted his head, took a deep breath and sang the next chorus. Amanda felt she was in some highly erotic music video. She was surprised by how excited this made her. His music had never been the attraction, but she couldn’t deny that it now added to his immense appeal. She’d always loved his voice, but had never thought of it as sexual before. She was sure every time she heard this song in the future, she’d cream her panties. And she planned to have this song on a continuous loop on her stereo system.
He flicked his tongue over her nipple in time with the beat, making the music come alive, making her feel part of it. Her hands moved to the back of his head, holding him to her breast, encouraging more pleasure.
“Don’t come, Amanda,” Shade demanded. “Just make it wet.”
“I can’t get any wetter,” she complained as the throbbing ache inside became unbearable. “Please, Shade.”
“Okay, but only if you promise to keep your eyes open.”
“I promise.” She’d have promised him anything for relief.
“Move your hand away.”
She moved her hand.
“Open your eyes.”
She forced her eyes open. He shifted so that he was leaning over her body. His tongue laved the moisture between her pu**y lips.
“Tastes even better than it looks,” he said.
Amanda fought to keep her eyes open as Shade devoured her pu**y. Occasionally his head got in the way of the camera, but she could see most of it—his tongue feverishly stroking every wet inch of her flesh. When her gasps became screams of ecstasy, he latched onto her clit with a tight suction and plunged two fingers deep into her body. She felt it. Saw it. And the stimulation of both senses sent her spiraling out of control. He f**ked her with his fingers while she came. She tried to keep her eyes open, to watch those fingers sliding in and out of her clenching pu**y, but the pleasure was so exquisite she lost her ability to control her body, including her ability to draw breath. When she slowly drifted back to Earth, Shade tugged his fingers free and licked at her sensitive opening until she whimpered in protest.
“Now it’s wet enough,” he said, collecting her free-flowing cum with the flat of his tongue.
After a moment, she regained the ability to open her eyes, but she didn’t watch the monitor above. She zeroed in on the thick, hard c**k bobbing slightly each time Shade moved. She reached for him, surrounding his length in a loose fist. He rocked his hips, thrusting into her hand gently. She wanted to watch him thrust into her.
“Jacob?”
“I’m not answering to that name right now.”
Exasperating man. “Shade?”
“Hmm?”
“Take me.”
“In the encore,” he said. “Are you light-headed?”
“A little,” she admitted, but she didn’t think it was from her position. The man was simply overwhelmingly virile.
Shade moved away and pulled a remote control from the side table drawer. He pressed a button and the familiar intro to Sole Regret’s “Elevate” poured from hidden speakers. Another button press caused the room lights to go dark and multicolored lights around the top of the bedframe to brighten. Like a stage lightshow, they alternated between red and blue with the beat of the drums.
Wide-eyed, Amanda studied Shade’s set-up. What in the world? “Is sex some sort of performance to you?”
He chuckled and removed the loop from one of her legs. He massaged its length from ankle to thigh as he said, “Haven’t heard any complaints about it yet.”
She wasn’t complaining, just wondered at his reasoning. This must be why he’d insisted she call him Shade when they’d entered his room. He had some link in his mind between his stage performance and his performance in the bedroom. Was this his way of keeping all emotional connections out of sex?
“The ladies love to be reminded that a rock star is f**king them,” he said.
She couldn’t read how that made him feel because he had his stupid sunglasses on and she didn’t have the strength to lift a hand to remove them.
“I don’t need the reminder,” she said. “I prefer the real you.”
“I think I’m about to change your mind.”
He removed her other leg from the sex swing’s loop and massaged it before lifting her off the wedge-shaped cushion and lowering her flat onto the mattress. He pushed the wedge off the bed and settled his big, muscular body over her. His weight made her feel grounded. Protected. Petite. She stared up at him, her heart thudding out of control. This man, Shade, was a stranger to her, and as exciting as that was, she wanted to look into his eyes. She wanted Jacob.
When she reached for his sunglasses, he caught her wrists and pressed them against the mattress on either side of her head. The long intro of “Elevate” segued into the first stanza and he started to sing. Amanda’s breath caught. Shade’s low, sensual voice washed over her, making every inch of her skin tingle with delight. The flashing lights, the throbbing music added to her immersion in her private serenade. Oh God, his voice was as smooth and rich as butter. The sound of it caressed her spine. Her muscles tautened. Her ni**les strained toward his naked chest. Her pu**y throbbed in time with the deep, rich sound of the bass guitar. As Amanda stared up at him, she realized she no longer wanted Jacob. She wanted Shade. She wanted the rock star. She wanted him to f**k her hard.
In the pause after the first stanza, he kissed her deeply before taking a deep breath. With the chorus, he released her wrists and slid down her body. He cupped her br**sts in both hands, singing the building chorus until he was screaming, “Elevate from deep. Elevate from dark. Elevate. Elevate.” The deep low growl he produced at the end of the chorus made her shudder.
He sucked one breast into his mouth, stroking her nipple with his writhing tongue throughout the next guitar piece. Damn, his entire band was phenomenal.
Her attention was riveted to the screen above, where she got a spectacular view of Shade’s mouth doing amazing things to her sensitive breast. Another camera caught the movement of his thumb on her other nipple. But her favorite shot of all was the one of his fantastic ass and the expanse of bronzed flesh that was his back. The flickering lights reflected off his skin, highlighting the contours of his muscles, keeping her attention on his gorgeous body.
Shade lifted his head, took a deep breath and sang the next chorus. Amanda felt she was in some highly erotic music video. She was surprised by how excited this made her. His music had never been the attraction, but she couldn’t deny that it now added to his immense appeal. She’d always loved his voice, but had never thought of it as sexual before. She was sure every time she heard this song in the future, she’d cream her panties. And she planned to have this song on a continuous loop on her stereo system.
He flicked his tongue over her nipple in time with the beat, making the music come alive, making her feel part of it. Her hands moved to the back of his head, holding him to her breast, encouraging more pleasure.
