Shourtney AU - Loving So Hard (Mature)

#98 - Bound By Love

*Courtney* ⚠️⚠️⚠️

I violently slammed Shayne against our bedroom door, happy to be loud as Damien and Jessica were looking after Skylar for the night.

Smirking into the kiss, Shayne's hands explored my slightly sodden hair, damp in the aftermath of our recent shower antics. My own digits danced through his golden mane, pulling those sweet lips clumsily deeper into my own. Pants and exasperated gasps escaped our conjoined lips as Shayne span and pressed me against the door, letting his hands journey south.

"Ooh fuck," I moaned.

Cool palms flattened against my bare stomach, Shayne's ice-cold touch matching the piercing love his glacial eyes emitted for me and only me. Desperately craving relief, I felt my knees buckle, drawing my husband closer to hold me tight.

"I'll take care of you, baby," he muttered sexily, biting my lip.

I chirped, incessantly needing my husband closer still, and he obliged, wedging his leg between mine. Having felt my head arch involuntarily, I allowed my inhibition to fade altogether, and instead enabled passion to take the wheel. Passion for Shayne, and Shayne alone.

Instinctively, my body bowed into his frame, my moans captured in his mouth enveloping mine, our tongues intertwining ferociously. Saliva trails bridged our lips as he pulled away, hungrily eyeing me up and down, wedging his thigh further into the crevice between my trembling ones.

"Shit," I panted desperately, clawing his back.

Shayne's fingers crawled into the waistband of my jeans, expertly picking the buttons from their loopholes and discarding them to the side, hanging loose to expose the top-half of my white cotton panties. Pronged fangs gnashed my lip as he bit into his own, teasing me with delicate friction.

"You're so beautiful," Shayne uttered.

His voice alone sent me into carnal overload, needing him, internally begging him for further contact. My silent request was fulfilled, his right hand finding its way into my panties, bulging in the fabric to leave it stretched, the left hand cupping my cheek, empowering him to examine the evolution of my face from horny for him to utterly famished for him.

Quick, emphatic bursts tugged my clit, his fingers perfectly lodging into place and finding their groove. He worked tirelessly, ignoring my breathless moans and constant shudders, steadfast with his pace and pressure, pleasuring me all the more as individual seconds rolled by.

My hips canted into his active fingers, synonymous with him pushing further into me and licking hickeys along the length of my jawline. Pressure built within my stomach, humming with friction as his fingers explored.

Within minutes, my sodden jeans were dark with wet, Shayne's hand damp from my release. He wasn't done yet though, as he ripped my now stiff jeans down, past my knees, taking my panties with them, and instantly made contact with his tongue. His lips on my other lips felt like heaven, as my leg arched over his shoulder. With an uninhibited cry, my head flung back, simultaneous with clammy hands balling into his hair.

Moisture dampened Shayne's mouth as I screamed and begged for him, hips undulating on his face. As he pulled away, I noticed my slickness cascading down his face, spilling lust across his chin. The sticky substance clinging to his now stiff white T-Shirt, myself grinning and allowing his fingers to trace my groin.

"O-Oh shit," I shuddered.

I had to pay him back. Therefore, with buckling legs barely able to support my weight, I dropped to my knees, Shayne's hands balled up in my hair, still damp. Clammy palms yanked his pants down, the bulge in his boxers causing my eyes to widen with anticipation.

"Only you make me feel this way, Courtney," Shayne purred.

I smirked with pride, an animated expression decorating my countenance. He quickly filled my mouth with lust as I bobbed up and down, the cause of his desperate pants and gentle thrusts. The grip in my hair was starting to get tighter, and I could tell Shayne was close.

"Courtney stop, I need you right now," my husband groaned.

Nodding diligently, I stood up and he grabbed my hand, carefully leading me to the bed, my legs still throbbing as a bi-product of his fingering. His salt lingered across the length of my tongue as he claimed my lips as his own yet again. I booted my jeans to the floor as other articles of clothing were discarded. Shayne and I breathed passion into one another, tying our nude figures between the thick bed sheets. The enveloping weight comforted me, with Shayne's body providing more than enough warmth.

The consensual nod came, and I submitted, guiding him in myself. We fused perfectly, Shayne quickly allowing his tender love to evolve into desperate lust. Hapless screams departed my lips, the noise being contained in Shayne's own mouth as he kissed me.

I cried his name repeatedly, signalling my possession of him and his ownership of me. The bed shook as his pace quickened, the incandescent light pooling across his beautiful face.

Hours passed, and we wearily carried on, my hips buzzing with fatigue and the sodden bed sheets clinging to my sweaty legs. Shayne finished at the same time as me, our moans and cries amalgamating in the cool air.

"We're bound by love, Shayne," I purred, nipping his jawline.

He grinned, looking at the ceiling and hugging me close to him, massaging my bare shoulders with one hand.

"Love and lust," he teased with a sultry voice.

I wanted him again, and he indulged me...