Free Keep Me (Shelter Me #3) by Kathy Coopmans

picture in my mind what he looks like naked. As my hand slips into my panties and I touch my aching clit, for the first time in weeks I arch my back and moan as circle slowly. My other hand lifts my top to circle my nipple.
    “Oh, hell,” I say as I squeeze my clit and my nipple at the same time.
    I fucking love touching my nipples, making them hard and sensitive while imagining it’s Antonio with his mouth sucking and blowing, torturing me in the most desirable way.
    I hone in on my clit even more, flicking it ever so slowly until I can hardly take anymore, and then I insert a finger and find that spot that always sends me over the edge with its super sensitive nerves. I pump in and out, making myself slick and wet, and then move back to my clit. I repeat these steps a few more times, all the while massaging my breasts until my head thrashes back and forth wildly on the pillow.
    I let go and my orgasm flares up, shooting straight through my pussy. I forget the world outside along with all of my nightmares and insecurities. Jesus Christ! I bow off the fucking bed and soar until my body shakes. And yet, I want more, more of him. I want the real thing. I want Antonio.
    We have only had a few short weeks together and then several months apart. A lot of things can change in four months. But one thing is for sure, I tell myself as I pull my hand out and release my breasts. Antonio Schavone has somehow etched his way into my bleeding heart and damn if I don’t want him to fucking heal it.
     

Chapter Seven
    Antonio
     
    Well slap my ass and call me sir. She caved. She fucking caved and agreed to talk.
    Meeting Shelby several months ago did something to me, something I have yet to figure out. It’s been four long ass months and I still can’t get this woman out of my mind, even after she threw my past in my face the day she left to go back to Texas.
    Everything she said to me is true. I’ll never apologize for it; I am what I am. Not afraid to admit it to anyone, either. I fuck, and I fuck a lot . I’m single, for God’s sake. Nonetheless, when she said what she did, something inside of me snapped like a rubber band and made me think long and hard about her words.
    “I’m leaving. This would never work… you’re a slutbag and that is not the type of man I have been waiting for.”
    What she meant by ‘the type of man she has been waiting for’ left me clueless until I woke up a few days later. I grew a pair of balls and talked to Adam. When he told me Shelby was a virgin, all I wanted to do was beat my own fucking ass for acting the way I did. I am a dickhead for coming on to her like that. I know it now, but fuck me, how a woman who looks like she does could be a virgin at twenty-five is beyond me.
    Shelby is the most strikingly beautiful woman I have ever seen. It wasn’t her face I noticed at first. Fuck, no. It was her legs. Toned, tan, and so damn long. And when I traveled up those legs with my eyes and landed on her chest without having a clue who the hell she was, my dick was throbbing so hard I almost went into the bathroom to jack myself off. I couldn’t stop envisioning my mouth on those tits and my hands on her ass as those long fucking legs wrapped around my waist while I pounded the ever loving shit out of her.
    Let’s not forget about her hair and her face. Fuck! Long, blonde hair that I just want to pull and make her beg me to fuck her harder from behind while her beautiful bright blue eyes glaze over and her sassy mouth screams. Better yet, while I gag her so nothing comes out of her smart mouth except groans and whimpers while...
    Fuck! I am lying here in bed right now harder than I have been in a very long time, knowing the only relief I am going to get is my own hand. I need to tread lightly with her. This woman is a perfect vision; a wet dream. One too many wet dreams, for fuck’s sake. What thirty-year-old man has wet dreams? Oh… me, that’s right.
    In my dreams, Shelby and I have done some