by Liz K. Lorde
He’s driving me crazy as his rubs my G-spot vigorously. It’s intense and wonderful at the same time as I arch into him and ride his hand with abandon.
Breaking away from my nipple with a loud pop, he uses his other hand to tweak my nipple while kissing and moving down my body before replacing his thumb with his tongue.
The wet pleasure sends my nerves into overdrive.
Swiping across me, he moans with me as I rock against his face, enjoying the slippery sensation that makes my juices pour onto his face.
I’ve missed this so much. He always loved foreplay as much as sex.
When his lips latch onto my clit, I can feel his fingers pushing and pulling inside me. Torturing me with exquisite pleasure. Intense, so intense, as his tongue flicks my clit. Swiping it over and over.
When he stops swiping and starts sucking, I’m done for.
I feel his fingers pull all the way out, only to plunge back inside me as I shatter into a searing orgasm.
Lights explode behind my eyes as my mind fractures.
As I start to come back to myself, still tense and pulsing around his hand, I moan.
I think I may have even screamed.
My mouth is dry from panting, and I clutch his hair where he is still lapping at me like a contented kitten.
“Shawn…” I’m whispering hoarsely as he looks up at me with a satisfied smile on his face.
I’m temporarily speechless as the Shawn I know so well stares back at me happily.
My thoughts derail as I think about how much younger and happier he looks now. So much less haggard and tired than he looked when he arrived just a day ago.
He needs me just as much as I need him. We complete each other in so many ways.
Opening my arms, I invite him without words to come back up to me. He springs up quickly to drop beside me and wrap me in his arms for a wet kiss. Plunging his tongue into my mouth, he squeezes me tight as I pull him into my embrace.
I can feel his now hard cock against my leg as we enjoy the wonderful feeling of being wrapped up in each other in every way. Not just physically. What we have is so much more than that. So much more than what most people have.
I can feel it, and I know he must feel it, too.
Chapter 21
Shawn
My eyes feast on her hot, sexy body, as she rolls away from me.
Tiny beads of sweat are trickling down her back. Between her legs, I see trails of her pussy juices mixed with my saliva. It leaves me wanting more, so much fucking more.
There’s a glint in her eyes, those intense malachite eyes.
Fuck, my cock is so hard I think I might come again before I get to ram into her pussy. I can still taste her in my mouth.
She’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted. I want to taste her again, and again, and again. I know I won’t ever get enough of her.
It’s really amazing how I’ve exercised as much self-control as I have so far.
I’ve not been with another woman in seven fucking years, but not for lack of candidates—it’s quite the opposite. Some women have been more forward than others.
Every offer, I’ve fobbed off. No woman captured my heart and soul the way this woman does. Even though I can’t remember much—each and every part of me, from the tip of my hair to my big toe—feels as if I’ve come home.
Evelyn.
Memory or no memory, this is the best. The way she touches me, looks at me and caresses my most private parts, is fucking awesome. It triggers tiny bits of memory here and there. A flash of a scene, fuzzy, unclear, and out of focus. But fuck, it’s more than I had before.
“Oh Shawn…” she moans into my ear as her tongue draws little circles just below my ear. She’s followed me with her upper body, lying side and crossways across the bed now.
My own eyes are drawn to her ass. I so want to give it a good spanking I can feel an itch in my hand. I want to hear her squeal, cry out my name, and beg me to fuck her. I want her bad.
Restraint. I need to exercise fucking restraint.
“Evy,” I whisper and take her face between my hands.
Let me get this right, I whisper to myself. I want to get this fucking right. There’s no way I want to stuff this up. Deep within me, a need starts to grab hold and threatens to overtake everything and anything.
I vowed to be gentle, satisfying and sensual. But this promise is getting harder and harder to keep.
Fuck.
If she weren’t so fucking hot. If that ass wasn’t so fucking inviting.
My cock wants to make a takeover bid and sack my brain from management. If that were to happen, I can’t be held responsible for what I might fucking do to her.
Of course, the last thing I want to do is scare, frighten, or, heaven forbid, intimidate her. To make sure this is good for her is important to me, almost more important than my own pleasure.
Her fingers trace the scars on my chest as her eyes are locked into mine. Without another word, she comes toward me with her lips and before I fully comprehend what’s going on, she’s pushing her tongue into my mouth. Unlike before, she’s letting herself explore me.
At the same time, the kiss is hard, full of passion and something else. It’s almost like she’s demanding more. More than I might have been prepared, or able to give.
“I want you to fuck me Shawn,” she’s drawn back from my face and is staring at my throbbing cock. “I really want you to fuck me.”
It’s unclear if she’s giving me fucking permission to do what I want. I grind my jaw. Her hand finds my cock—feather-like, she lets the tips of her fingers caress me.
Lava-like, my insides erupt. There’s no fucking way I want to come now.
I need to take charge.
With a low growl I roll her, so she’s now face down. She may be guessing my intention because she gets on all fours.
She looks around and grins.
“Is this what you had in mind?”
Her grin, her eyes, all of her are driving me fucking insane.
Without a response, I get behind her. At first, I just stare as she wiggles her ass at me. It’s inviting, it’s daring and it’s fucking working.
Slowly I bring my hands toward her ass. I squeeze, massage and knead each butt cheek.
“Fuck me, Shawn…please…do it…” she’s arching her back. I can see her tits and I lose control.
My fucking cock’s taking over.
I let her ass go, and then I bring my hand up and let it come down again on her ass. It’s a slap with reasonable force. Not too soft, but not too hard.
She’s surprised and squeals, throwing her head back and moving toward me.
My hand comes down fast, again and again and again.
Five red fingers are appearing on each white ass cheek.
“Yes…fuck yes, Shawn…pleaseee…” she’s panting hard and fast.
Before I slap her again, I use my finger to scoop up her juices and gently rub them over the red welts.
“Fuck me, Shawn…I want you…I need you…”
As I draw tiny circles with her own juices on her ass, I bring the tip of my quivering cock to her pussy.
She’s so fucking wet her juices are flowing like a water fall.
My cock demands to pummel into her. I try and prolong the moment. I close my eyes. I try and remember how it felt before. I draw a blank.
Frustration, passion and animalistic lust take over.
Without any more hesitation, I ram my cock into her. She’s so fucking tight. I fear I might hurt her, but it’s too fucking late. My brain’s gone on extended leave and left my cock in charge.
All my cock wants is to be inside her pussy.
I grab her by the hips and start ramming into her.
When she throws her head back even further, I let go with one hand and find her tit. At the same time, I establish a rhythm. I try my best not to pummel her too hard and fast, but it’s fucking hard.
My fingers are playing with her nipple, pi
nching, pulling, and squeezing.
“Yes…yes…yes…” she’s hissing, and I think she’s trying her best not to yell.
By now I feel as if I’m standing on the edge of a cliff about to jump off without a parachute.
My insides erupt once again, as I feel her tight pussy grab my cock. She seems to be milking me each time I push into her.
Fuck.
This is so fucking awesome.
I let go of her tit again and dig my fingers into her hip. It’s time to increase my rhythm and tempo as I’m nearing my own orgasm. She seems to have come already, with her pussy clutching my ever-growing cock even tighter.
“Evy,” I whisper and ram hard into her.
Apart from her heavy breathing, panting, and occasional outbursts of pleasure, I can hear my balls smack against her bare skin. The whole thing is music to my ears. And then the release comes, and I start to shoot my massive load into her.
When I’ve finished, she collapses onto her front and I rest on top of her.
After a while I roll off and turn her toward me. It didn’t pan out the way I’d planned at all. I need to make sure I’ve not overstepped the mark.
“You okay?”
Her index finger traces the outline of my lips. “More than okay.” She smiles. “You?”
What can I say? I don’t think there are words to accurately describe how I feel right now. It’s a mixture of satisfaction, love, and contentment. Happy, I think I’d have to add happy as well.
“Fine.” I reply eventually and rest my hand on her hip. My thumb traces her hip bone. I watch her skin ripple under my touch.
“Really?” she looks bemused. “Only fine?”
“Fine means,” I search for the right words now. “I didn’t hurt you? It wasn’t too much?”
“You’re changing the subject,” she pouts.
I chuckle.
“Fine is the biggest compliment you can pay someone. Didn’t you know fine means superior, splendid, or wonderful? I feel all those and more.”
Now she snuggles closer into me.
“It’s just,” I stop and start. “It wasn’t too much?” Why is it so fucking hard to ask what is close to my heart?
“Look babe,” she’s grinning by now. “That was exactly how we used to make love. We got rough. We got physical. We were wild and didn’t shy away from experimenting.”
“Really?” I hope she’s not just saying this to make me feel better.
“Really, really.”
With a sigh of relief, I wrap my arms around her and pull her as close to me as I can.
I wish this moment would never end. I wish I could stay here forever, holding my Evy in my arms.
Chapter 22
Evelyn
We’re lying in bed after the hot fucking sex we’ve had. Just as we’re staring at the ceiling and relaxing, I hear Shawn mumble, “I llmomble moyu.”
I glance over at him. “What did you say?” I ask.
I am pretty sure I know what I heard, but I want to hear it again. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard him say it to me. Way too fucking long. And, of course, I could be wrong, but I need him to say it so I understand.
He doesn’t answer me. I peer over at him, and those green eyes of his are closed. Shit.
I hear his breathing. He sounds so relaxed.
I’m not sure I can be that relaxed just yet. I don’t even think about waking him at this point. I prop myself up on my right elbow. I only want to stare at his sexy body. Shit, how I’ve missed that.
I run my fingers through his thick blonde head of hair. I’ve always loved his hair. I use my index finger to trace around the right side of his round face.
I trace around his pointed chin. I feel some stubble from where he hasn’t shaved today, and I don’t mind the roughness.
I move my finger on down to his chest and draw a circle around his left nipple. It gets hard just like my own would, if he was touching me. I draw another circle, and rub his entire chest with my whole hand a couple of more times.
Fuck. I must have worn him out with the hot sex. He doesn’t move, not one inch. My touching doesn’t even disturb his sleep.
I return to using just my index finger and trace a line from between his rib cage stopping before I reach his stomach. The muscles in his abdomen are so tight. Shawn has kept himself in shape while he’s been gone all this time.
My finger keeps moving down his body as it runs down his large cock. My touch brings it to life again.
I glance at Shawn’s face. Still nothing. How in the hell does a man sleep through this?
I want to grab his huge cock, but I resist. For now.
Sliding my own body down the bed a bit, I run my finger down his hairy left leg, and like his upper body, it’s muscular. This man has no fucking fat on him anywhere.
I’m a bit envious of him. Six years later, and I still have a tad bit of weight left from giving birth to Tanner. Other women would disagree with me on that, but they’ve never seen me naked.
I end the tracing of Shawn’s body at his big toe. I could mess with his feet all night, and it wouldn’t bother him. He doesn’t have a ticklish spot on him, not even his feet.
At the end of the bed, I sit and take in the gorgeous naked body lying there. Shit, he’s so sexy. I want to kiss every inch of him.
I move back to his face and start with his forehead, where I notice a small scar on the right side. It’s about an inch-long gash.
Maybe from where he got hit by something or someone? I have no damn clue because he hasn’t mentioned much about what happened.
I kiss down his nose to his lips. But again, I get no reaction. Not even a return kiss.
I kiss his neck, sucking on two or three spots, hoping I don’t leave any marks. I’m not sure he’d care if I did. Besides, it’s what he gets for not waking up.
I move on to that muscular chest of his. I leave kisses all over the middle of his chest. I can’t leave out his nipples, so I kiss each one of them.
The right one hardens just as the left one.
As I look at his left nipple again, I see a newer scar on his left shoulder, just below his collarbone. I have no idea where it’s from.
I continue leaving kisses all down to his stomach. I stop for a minute, and notice the long scar on the lower right side.
As a kid, Shawn had had his appendix taken out when it had burst. I remember him telling me the story of how he was outside playing on a summer day with his friends. He had fallen to the ground in pain. His parents had taken him to the hospital where the doctor operated on it within a few hours.
I put kisses over that long skinny scar as if they will make the scar disappear.
There’s his cock standing up, like it’s saying it wants kisses, too. I hesitate for a split second and kiss it on the rounded end. I can’t leave it out after all. It wants to be loved, too.
My kisses continue down his right leg this time. Hairy and all. Shawn has another new scar on his upper thigh. This scar is longer and wider than any other one on his body. What in the hell happened to him while he was deployed?
As I’m kissing this scar, I notice one on his right hand. I grab it with my left hand and lightly touch my lips to it. I gently put his hand back on the bed and move on down his lower leg to his right foot. I kiss his big toe and sit up at the end of the bed once again.
I take in as much of this sexy man as I can. I don’t know if I can ever get enough of him. The kisses didn’t get rid of the scars on Shawn’s body, so I want to lick them off.
I use my tongue to taste the big toe on his left foot, as I use my tongue and make my way back to the top of his body. I lick his lower left shin and move back to the upper thigh on his right leg. I use my tongue to taste the scar. It still doesn’t disappear. Damn it.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch his cock dancing, like it’s taunting me. Daring me to lick it. I don’t give it a second thought and move, so that I’m looking right at it. I use my tongue, and slow
its dancing by giving it a good lick on the bottom side. It stops for a minute, and I move on up Shawn’s body to his stomach.
My tongue finds the remains of his appendix surgery. The scar has faded some in the last few years compared to the new ones he has.
I continue my journey back up his chest. I lick his nipples and make them harder than they were, if that’s possible.
My tongue finds the shoulder scar and runs over it.
I lick up the side of his neck to his jawline.
Shawn’s lips stick out as though they’re lonely. I kiss his pouty lips. I sure have missed them as much as the rest of him.
I run my tongue from his jawline on the left side of his face up the side of his head to his forehead. My tongue finds the scar there easily.
I prop myself up on my elbow and look at Shawn as he continues sleeping. Not a clue what I’ve just done to him.
I touch the new scars I can reach once more. The one on his forehead. His shoulder. His thigh.
I wish I knew what had happened to him during the time he’s been gone. I want to know where the scars came from. They are what make him the person he is. Shit, I know I can’t erase them with my tongue. And I sure as hell know I can’t erase what happened to him or give him back the lost time.
But kissing, licking, and touching him sure was worth a try. And I got some pleasure out of it at the same time.
Or did I?
Am I making the right decision here? He was my husband. Or should I say he is my husband.
What in the hell is he to me?
All I know is I feel so right when I’m with Shawn. Things are the way I want them to be. We fit together like a cock fits into a pussy.
Shawn has a caring heart.
He wants to do things with me. Look at what he did for the cake tasting. Or the baseball playing he did with our son. James didn’t want to do any of that.
He can’t give me what I want like that. He hasn’t wanted to help me with the wedding plans. He rarely wants to do anything with Tanner.