Shawn Mendes smut book 1

IMAGINE ONE: Butterfly kisses

I suck in a quick breath as Shawn peppers light, gentle kisses along my collar bone, across my shoulder, down my arm and onto my stomach.

My eyes flutter closed as his breath fans over the planes of my bare waist. His kisses are short and light, as he works his way back up my stomach, his eyelashes brushing against my skin.

I sigh as he nuzzles my head to one side, his tong tracing lines over my neck. My hands tangle their way into his brown hair at the nape of his neck as my legs wind their way around his waist.

His back arches and his stomach grazed mine as his kisses become frantic, passionate. His teeth graze the lobe of my ear and I let out a shaky breath, encouraging him.

His eyes meet mine as he pauses, his breathing ragged. A small smile played across his lips as I winded my arms around his neck and pulled him closed to me.

His lips moved against mine, the sweet taste of him sent blood rushing to my head. My skin burned where he touched me, his fingers grazing my hip bone just above the waist band of my pants, asking for permission.

I pressed my lips harder against his as my hand guided his own towards the buttons of my jeans. Our kisses became desperate and wild, as if we could breather only the air of each others lunges.

Shawn tugged at my jeans and they slid of with ease, leaving me laying in front of him in nothing but an almost see through t-shirt and my white lace underwear.

His eyes scanned me and then his mouth was on mine again. My hands roamed the bare, hard muscles of his back as his hands ran up and down my sides.

My fingers found the buttons of his jeans, he sucked in a breath as my cold fingers brushed his bare stomach. I smiled into the kiss, I wanted more of him. I wanted as much as I could get.

His jeans slid off, and he pressed his body against mine once more.
I pushed with all my might, and rolled us over. I sat atop him, my legs spread to either side of his stomach.

With a hand resting against his chest, I leaned forward to kiss him. His tong tracing the roof of my mouth. My hands grabbed the hem of my shirt as I pulled it up, up, up over my head, and tossed it into the floor beside us.

I watched as Shawn's mount fell open, his lips parting ever so slightly at the sight of me topless and stop him. Feeling self continues, I bent over once more, my now naked chest pressing against his own.

I heard his ragged intake of breath at the feeling of my breasts against his chest. His hands, which firmly gripped my waist, flipped us over, my back pressing against the soft bad covers.

Shawn's fingers lingered at the waist band of my underwear, before gathering the courage to pull them down. Over my knees. My ankles. Until they were nothing but a price of fabric in the floor.

I moaned as Shawn peppered kisses along the base of my throat, between my breasts, down my stomach, lower, lower. My right hand gripped the bed sheets as he neared that sensitive part of me. His brown eyes searched mine as he trailed his kisses back up.

My hands traced his hard abdomen, the strong, tight muscles of his stomach, before I too tugged off his last remaining item of clothing.
And watched as it joined mine on the floor.

Our kisses became deeper, more passionate as Shawn moved to cover my body with his own.

With the first thrust, I was filled with him. The sensation was overpowering, I clutched at his back, my breathing heavy as he repeated his movements again. The considerable length of him thrusting in and out of me.

I moaned as his thrusts became faster and more desperate as I clutched onto his broad shoulders. I cried out as the aching inside my core became stronger, dominant.

Shawn's breathing was frantic, his head buried into the crook of my neck as he thrust in and out of me. I could feel myself being filled by him, as he pressed further into me. I gasped as his hand found its way to my breast, a knuckle grazing over the sensitive skin.

My nails dug further into his skin, as I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, forcing him further into me.

With one final moan, I became undone. My hand finding its way to the back of Shawn's neck as he collapsed on top of me, his face pressed into the side of my neck.

We breathed as one, and our hearts seemed to bead in sync as we lay together, sweaty and tangled. A moment I would never forget.