Free Shane by Vanessa Devereaux

going up in the air knowing she was slipping into an erotic abyss.
    Feeling her pussy pull as Shane pressed harder on
her ass, she let herself go, allowed herself to cross the barrier of complete
gratification, whimpering into the side of his neck as she came not once, but
twice, and in very quick succession.
    He ran his fingers through her hair with one hand,
the other massaging her butt.
    “Once you recover, it’s my turn,” he whispered.
    “Whatever you what me to do, just name it.”

 
    Chapter
Seven
     
    Shane had never played this game before. Hide and
seek for grown-ups. He’d counted to twenty while Lacey searched through his
house looking for somewhere to hide. He hoped she didn’t find a lot of dead
ends like the closet in the hallway. That almost made him
laugh . In fact, it almost made him come thinking
about taking her in such a confined space. Once he found her he was going to
make love to her in a way neither of them would ever forget.
    Time was up.
    He stood, and then headed into the kitchen. He
opened the pantry door. Nope, not in there. He walked
along the hallway, stepped into the bathroom, took two paces over to the bath
and pulled back the shower curtain. He was sure she’d be behind it, but he’d
been wrong.
    Wondering if she’d found his bedroom, he walked
across the hallway and pushed open the door. So far there was no sign of
her. He checked his closet, nope, not in there either.
    His next stop was the two spare bedrooms, and she
wasn’t in either of those rooms.
    That left only the basement.
    He flicked on the light and headed down the stairs.
He couldn’t see her, but then as he turned the corner into the main room, she
saw an outline of something on the pool table. He flicked on the light and
smiled.
    She was lying on top of it, on her side, hip, and very
nice ass in the air.
    “You were supposed to hide,” he said walking over to
her.
    “I did. See how tough it was to find me?”
    He ran his finger down the edge of her hip and
thigh, sending tiny sparks into his own body. His cock twitched, anticipating
what would happen next.
    The rule of the game was to take her wherever he
found her.
    “I never imagined a pool table could feel so good,”
said Lacey running her hands over it. “Must be the felt top, it tickles my
boobs.”
    “This once belonged to my dad.”
    “You think he’d approve of me lying on top of it?”
    “Hard to say, but I know he wouldn’t approve of me
doing this.”
    He grabbed hold of her, pulled her toward him until
her butt balanced on the edge, and then spread her legs. He rolled on the
condom.
    How could a woman be so beautiful? The thick tuft of
dark curls bordering the pink folds, the pussy opening that glistened in the
light, with a drop of her cum clinging around its rim.
    Now he was spoilt for choice. In a
dilemma. Should he take her right like this? Or should he flip her over,
spread those legs and take her from behind?
Both sounded equally satisfying.
    No reason he couldn’t do both.
    Shane lifted her off the table and without saying a
word and turned her around. He ran his hands over her body, down her back, and
over that sweet ass of hers. He slapped it before bending her over and pushing
her thighs apart with his hands. She stretched her arms out in front of her,
those pretty pink polished nails such a contrast to the dark green felt of the
table.
    Taking his cock in his hand, he slid into her pussy.
He felt it greet him like it was welcoming back a long lost friend. He held her
hips as he slowly thrust, each one getting harder and deeper until he saw her
pull her nails across the surface of the felt.
    Slowly she pushed one of her hands down in front of
her, and he knew she was giving herself some self-gratification. He was fine
with that. In fact, it turned him on imaging her finger going to work on the
erect nub.
    He pushed harder inside her channel. Digging his
feet into the pile of the carpet, he felt himself getting very close