You know me, You know what I can do

It took awhile but here it is. Chapter 11.. wow.
I was going to post a warning but why bother. There's sex.. read and enjoy.

I heard the hotel room door and rolled to my side, groggy eyes tried to focus on the man that walked back toward the bed. I’d already slammed my hand on the snooze button of the alarm clock twice before. He’d disappeared and I assumed he’d went to get coffee.
He had a smile on his face and when he realized I was awake, it broadened even more. I stretched out my arm, the sheets sliding down off of my partially naked form, leaving me uncovered from the waist up. Since moving in with Shannon I had gone from always wearing a t-shirt and shorts to bed to wearing little more than panties. I liked the feel of my flesh against his, so did he.
His knee found the bed, and the springs groaned softly against the weight of him. His hand reached out, pushing soft tendrils of hair from my face, smoothing it back.
“Did I wake you babe?” he asked quietly. My head shook just slightly.
“Alarm. I have to get up and start getting ready soon,” I told him, not pleased with the idea of what was going to happen today. He gave me a sad smile.
“I’ll be with you, you’ll be ok.” I lifted my hand and laid it against his arm, letting it slide down his muscled arm, lightly sliding over the brightly colored tattoo on his left arm. He shivered under my touch and I saw the goose flesh rise on his tanned skin.
His gaze was like a weight against my chest, it took my breath. There was so much written in that gaze.
“Where were you?” I asked softly voice just audible enough for him to hear me. I didn’t want to ruin the moment.
“I was talking to Jare, had a couple things on my mind and I didn’t want to bother you,” he explained.
He leaned on his right arm, placing it over me, weight resting there so that he was angled slightly over me. I fit in the triangle of his body and arm, his eyes intent on mine. His left hand came to slide between my breasts, a finger tracing an invisible line downward until he reached the sheets. That one touch made me draw in a shaking breath, filling my lungs with much needed air.
I gazed at him leaning over me, my hand touching him wherever I wanted, where I could. His chest was bare, the tiny smattering of hair drawing my attention over the expanse. I slid my fingers up into that soft patch, drawing my nails down his chest, over his navel to the top of the cotton shorts he wore. I smiled as he inhaled deeply, eyes closing. My hand revisited the same path, working it’s way back up his chest, stopping only when my hand reached as far as it could.
He leaned down, brushing his full lips over mine, our eyes meeting, gazes locked.
“I love you,” he whispered, left hand coming up to cradle my face, “I look at you and it still amazes me that you’d even give me the time of day. And then you look at me, like you are right now.” He took a ragged breath. “I can see how much you love me. You make me want things I never wanted before. You make me better. I’m so lucky, so fucking lucky” he murmured against my lips, the soft touching of our mouths as he spoke made things inside me tighten, a rush of heat that struck straight down to my core. It was hard to breathe, hard to think past the words he’d just spoken. I wanted to cry, no one had ever said anything so beautiful to me.
He pulled the covers down, tossing them off of me as he shifted on the bed, moving a leg on either side of my own legs, hovering over me.
A hand went to each side of my head and he lowered himself down on his forearms leaving his hands free to embrace the sides of my face, pushing my hair back from my face, holding it there. My own hands went to his sides, resting on his ribs, feeling each deep breath he took. I let my hands move then, sliding up his chest, through the soft hair that covered him, over the muscles of his chest, then up to his neck and down his shoulders. He drew in a shaking breath, his eyes closing briefly as my hands touched him. His weight on top of me felt welcome, constant and steady. I turned his face slightly so we could look at each other.
His gaze was powerful, holding me captive, unable to look away. But the truth was I had no desire to look away, I was a willing hostage to the passion in his eyes.
Lifting my head from the pillow, I pressed my lips to his softly, wanting to taste him. I wanted to feel his lips on mine, feel his tongue teasing my lips until I couldn’t breathe. The course hair of his mustache tickled my lips, the stubble along his chin scraped my own, my body trembling at that sensation.
He slid a hand under my head, supporting me as our mouths fused. I licked and nipped at his lips, ate at them. Teeth, tongue, and lips all used to fuel the fire the already burned inside me.
He growled low and hungry against my lips, his hand tightening in my hair as he rolled us to our sides, giving his other hand the freedom to travel the length of my body. He brought chills to my skin, making me quiver under his touch.
The cotton panties I wore were being pushed down over my hips and I rose up to help him, twisting my body so that he could remove them with one hand. Our lips never parted as he stripped me of that final barrier of cloth, leaving my skin naked for him.
One of his hands skimmed my body, down my side and over my hip. His touch was feather light, making me shiver at the smallest touch from the pad of his fingers. My eyes closed from that touch, so soft, so full of promise.
He rolled me over to my back, that one hand still in my hair, the other slid down my body, cupping a breast. His hand felt warm, and my nipple hardened even more under his palm as he slid it so slowly over me. My back arched, my body responding to him whether I really wanted to or not. He made me breathless, aching with need for him. It was always this way, he made me feel so much. He never stopped kissing me, his head tilting to kiss me deeper.
His legs were between mine and I spread them farther, letting him settle against me, that hard, thick part of him resting against me. My hands went to his hair, sliding into the short tresses.
His lips broke from mine and he looked down at me. His hazel eyes burned with need and his mouth parted, breath escaping from him as he pushed inside me.
“God I love you,” he said as his body filled me, joining us in the most intimate way. He didn’t move, he held himself there, letting me feel him, us, together. I stared back at him, my hands caressing his cheeks, his face.
“I love you too Shan,” I whispered back my thumb sliding over his lip as my palm rested against his stubble covered cheek.
His movements were slow, deliberate as we made love. Our bodies took and gave, our mouths only parting for small gasps and moans here and there. He moved deeper and faster, the sweat building along his back and chest, my hands sliding through it as I clung to him, nails finding purchase wherever I could on his skin. I felt the muscles of his back, stretch, relax and contract as our bodies moved faster, more desperate.
I looked up, watching his face as he moved faster, deeper inside me, to the point that it hurt, the kind of hurt that brought so much pleasure. We’d never been like this; so frantic, so reckless. Our moans and gasps filled the room, the sound of flesh on flesh filling those times when our voices didn’t. His eyes met mine and I felt such a rush then. It was all male, all Shannon. He loved me and I saw it in his eyes. I felt it in his body and heard it with his words. Every action screamed it and my soul responded. I was so close and then he spoke, softly, his hands coming up to hold my face between his hands.
“You’re my world," he said softly.
I cried out, my neck and back arching as my body seemed to crumble around him, shuddering in release. It felt so good, so right and those words had brought it all to the surface. My body felt liquid, tightening around him, holding him tight inside me as the rest of me rolled in the bliss I found in his body and in his arms.
He wasn’t far behind me, the sound of his own orgasm so masculine, his head thrown back, arms held straight, back bowed above me. He looked so sexy, so perfect then. He stayed that way just a few moments before his arms relaxed and he collapsed on top of me with an “oof”.
I laughed, wrapping arms and legs around him more. His head raised and he smirked, then laughed with me, pressing his lips to mine hard, both of us grinning.
It was pure joy. He brought me that and more. It was like the words he’d spoken earlier. I made him better, and he made me better. We made each other more just by our love. You don’t find that often, some people never find it. I was going to hold onto it, keep it. I wouldn’t let him go, I’d fight heaven and hell to keep this man in my life.
His head lifted slightly and he kissed me once more before he spoke.
“Let’s get in the shower and go see your family.”
The funeral didn’t seem so harsh now, it didn’t seem so upsetting because I had him with me, I had him in my life and I knew he’d be there, no matter what.
I nodded, grabbing the back of his neck and kissing him hard once more. He laughed and rolled off of me.
“Come on,” he said as he grabbed my arm and tugged me from the bed.
I went.