“Mmm…baby you ready for me?” His warm breath against my cheek sent a shiver up my spine. On instinct my legs flexed around his body.
“Sean…please, please…I need you.” I begged, feeling like I could crawl from my skin.
He reached between us, took hold of his hard cock, and squeezed the head between my wet pussy lips. My hips moved in a circle trying to force him inside of me. Sean pulled my left knee up, hitched it over the crook of his waist, and with one strong thrust he embedded himself within me.
I immediately felt his invasion and tried to run from it, but he captured by body close to his, forcing me to surrender. Sean was large; so big that he was stretching my blooming flesh beyond its capacity. I clenched my eyes shut against the burn between my legs. The convulsions of my walls was communicating with his thick cock on an unknown level. He pulled out to the tip and slowly dived back in. Calm, unhurried strokes. In…out…in…out. Drawing a strangled moan from my throat. I was starting to catch his rhythm until Sean suddenly stopped moving.
“Sean, what’s wrong?”
His big body caged me in as he moaned into the crook of my neck. I placed my hand on his shoulder and braced myself back so I could see his face. My action caused him to slide out of me slightly. I felt the loss with just that bit of separation between us. I just got him where I wanted him most, and I never wanted to let him go. I wiggled my hips and pushed back down on his shaft. The groan he released vibrated from his chest to the deepest part of my body.
I yelped in surprise when his teeth gripped the thick muscle between my neck and shoulder. Sean was showing me another side of himself, yet again.
God, I love his aggression.
“Shit…fuck…baby. I can’t.” Sean’s deep voice cracked.
“Oh God, Sean, what’s wrong,” I asked between panting breaths.
“I…I don’t want to hurt you,” he stuttered.
“What…what are you talking about? You could never hurt me.”
CHAPTER 21
SEAN
The moment Lashawnda walked through the bedroom door I wanted to rip the material of her clothes from her body. It had been months of jerking off to the thought of how she would look naked beneath me. I thought I was ready for this. I’d been thinking about how good I would make this for her while I was out of town. I planned to take my time and make love to her body. I plan on teasing her senses until she came apart in my arms over and over again. What I didn’t plan on was acting like a beast.
I wanted her to enjoy this as much as possible, but it had been over a year since I slept with a woman. But nothing in my past could prepare me for making love to the woman that held my heart. Sex before was about release. It was nothing like this.
This was unique…different. The feeling that gripped me when I slid into Lashawnda’s warmth was beyond anything I could imagine. She was soft, hot, tight…too tight. I’d never slept with a virgin before, but I thought I might have finally experienced it with Lashawnda. But she told me she’d been with someone before me; plus there wasn’t that barrier I heard people speak of virgins having.
But how the fuck was she this tight? It wasn’t like she wasn’t aroused. No, my girl was slick with heat and dripping for me. But, she was tighter than anything I had ever slipped into, and all I could think about was taking her hard and fast to release the pent-up tension that started the first time I saw her sitting at her desk trying to pin her torn shirt. If she could have seen my dark thoughts, maybe she would have never spoken to me after she ended up in that bathroom.
“Oh God, Sean, what’s wrong?” Lashawnda asked between panting breaths.
“I…I don’t want to hurt you,” I stuttered.
“What…what are you talking about? You could never hurt me.”
“Yes, I could. Umm…God give me strength.” I prayed for strength I could hold out, but the feeling of her fingers gripping my upper back had me wishing for patience instead. My strength was what I feared. Not being able to be gentle like she needed. I couldn’t hold back, and I prayed she would forgive me. I tightened my hold on her body and surged forward so she could feel every inch of me.
Lashawnda’s breath caught in her throat. I know she wasn’t expecting that. When I first pushed into her, I held back. I saw her eyes widen with shock after seeing me naked for the first time. Some women talked a big game about wanting a big cock, but they shied away from it once it was in their face. If she would have denied me, I didn’t know what I would have done.
I leaned on my elbows and cupped Lashawnda’s head in my hands. Her body was vibrating with tension. I reined light kisses all over her face, sympathetic of what it must feel to have me fucking her like this for the first time. She gripped my biceps and held on for the ride while I rode her hard.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart…” I kissed her swollen lips and gave her four more strokes that had her eyes rolling back in her head.
“I tried…to be…mmm…I tried to take my time…I don’t want to hurt you…but you feel like a dream, sweetheart. A sweet fucking dream I don’t want to wake up from.” I punctuated each word with a forceful thrust of my hips. The distinct sound of moist flesh connecting echoed through the room.
Lashawnda’s mouth hung open, she wheezed as if she was trying to catch her breath. I was ravenous for the sound of her pleasurable moans when it hit that spot deep within her. Her pussy clenched my shaft in a vice grip.
“Sean!”
I loved the sound of my name being called out. I started pounding into her in rapid successions to see if she could raise the octave of her screams. My efforts were rewarded by a high-pitched scream followed by the sound of my one syllable name dragged out into three. She shocked me, even more, when she added a few explicative as well. Lashawnda was not in the habit of using profanity. At the rate she was going, I felt proud. My baby had a real potty mouth.
“S-ea-n…fuck….oh, God, fuck…what the fuck are you doing to me…please…ahh yeah…please fuck,” she begged.
I reached underneath and gripped her ass with both hands and angled her forward. And, like the good man I was, I gave my woman what she asked for. I saw the first signs of her orgasm cross her face and continued to thrust into her. I wanted…no needed…desperately needed her to cum. After taking her the way I had, giving her an orgasm or two would lessen the guilt I knew I would feel later.
I buried my face in the crook of her neck and told her in more ways than one how good she felt inside. The hot flicker of my tongue traced the shell of her ear, making her shiver with longing. I lightly caressed the spot behind her ear; causing Lashawnda to groan deep in her throat. She tightened her legs around my waist and her arms around my shoulders. I was driving her into a climax I wanted to be unlike any other she had ever experienced.
I raised my head to watch the display before me. Lashawnda arched her back and threw back her neck. The tiny muscles stretched taut from her posture. A soul shattering moan eased from her full lips. I moaned along with her as her tight snatch convulsed and pulled my cock deeper into the recess of her body. Her eyes flew open, and I stared, transfixed into her beautiful brown orbs.
I bore down hard, placing light kisses on her lips, and held still while she found release. Her pelvis lifted, and her body jerked a few times before releasing a molten hot shower of her heavenly juices all over my cock. My hips pistoned into her, with every stroke my balls smacked against her bottom; driving me toward the brink. The feeling of her wet heat triggered my own release.
I scooped my hands underneath her shoulders and molded her body to mine. Lashawnda’s sweet pussy tightening around me again, making my back arch. My back muscles stretched, the blood left my head, and my jaw strained as streams of fiery hot cum exploded from my cock. I felt as if I was going to burst as I filled the deepest part of her.
Minutes passed. Long heavy breathing minutes crept by as we held on to each other to get our bearings. I didn’t want to move, but I knew I had to. My weight was crushing Lashawnda bene
ath me. I eased back up on my elbows and cupped her face in my hands. I smiled when I saw how thoroughly fucked she looked. There was no denying, I loved the look of pleasure I brought to this woman. I wanted to crow with pride but instead opted to make sure she was alright.
“Are you okay?” I asked hoping she wouldn’t kick me out for being a rutting beast.
Lashawnda’s eyes softened with concern. She brought her hands up and caressed my jaw, smoothing my thick dark eyebrows with her fingertips. Those fervid brown eyes were so dark that they looked black. She licked her lips a few times and gifted me with a serene smile.
“I am perfect,” she whispered.
My shoulders relaxed, and the tension eased from my face. I returned her smile. This moment was perfect. Confusion settled over me as I watched tears well up in Lashawnda’s eyes and spill over her temples.
“Oh God, baby please don’t cry. I didn’t mean to be so rough. Please don’t cry.” I wiped her eyes with my thumbs and attempted to pull my semi-hard erection from her body but was stopped by Lashawnda’s thighs tightening around my waist.
She sniffled and rolled her eyes at my concerned expression before speaking.
“No, silly. It was perfect. You were perfect.” She leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine briefly. “I never knew it could be like that. I never thought someone would want me as much as you just did. Three months ago I sat on my couch wishing I could have someone to spend my nights with. Now here you are making me feel desired and cherished.”
“I’ve wanted to be in you since I first laid eyes on you. But, I’m so happy I’ve gotten to know you because it has made this moment more than I ever thought it could be and I still want you, now.” I felt my cock begin to harden at her soft-spoken words.
I flexed my eyebrows and pushed my pelvis into hers, so she could feel my meaning. I knew it was too soon to take her again, and her eyes looked heavy with sleep. The night was still young, and I had all the time in the world to make love to her. With reluctance I slipped from her warmth and went into the bathroom to clean myself up. Moments later, I returned with a warm washcloth and wiped up the combined fluids from Lashawnda’s swollen lower lips. Looking at my essence seep from her body made my breath hitch.
In my need, I hadn’t taken the adequate time to protect her. I knew I didn’t have any diseases and didn’t think Lashawnda did either, but the risk of pregnancy was still there. A chill crept up my spine. I was surprised by how the thought of a beautiful baby girl with Lashawnda’s smile didn’t scare me at all. But, what about her, was she ready for something like that? I finished tending to my sleepy woman and placed a loving kiss on her lower lips and one on her lower abdomen, before heading back into the bathroom.
When I slipped naked underneath the covers; curling my body around Lashawnda’s drowsy form. She sighed when I slid my right arm around her waist and cupped her left breast in my palm.
“I don’t want to be too forward; but do you mind if I spend the night?” I whispered in her ear.
“I was hoping you’d spend the entire weekend,” she replied timidly.
“Good, because I don’t think I could let you go after that.” This would be our first night sleeping together. I guess I won’t need that picture of her sleeping anymore to know what she’s going to look like in bed next to me.
CHAPTER 22
LASHAWNDA
I was in a deep slumber when the air suddenly became chilly. I reached for the blanket usually on my bed but came up empty, grasping the air. A light caress tickled the skin above my hip bone. I reached down to rub the spot and came into contact with a hand.
My eyes flew open in a state of panic, but I calmed when the images of the night before materialized in my mind. I had no intentions of dreaming anymore because my reality was a far sweeter place to be. That hand belonged to my lover.
I wanted to scream and cry tears at the same time. Sex had never been like that before. I’ve only had one partner, so I didn’t have a ton of experience to compare. But the way Sean took control of my body as if he needed it for survival, was a surreal experience. The way he held me tight in his embrace made me feel sexy and desired. It was a whole new feeling for me, but one I could learn to enjoy.
I raised my head and propped up on my elbows to find him, naked kneeling beside my nude body. I immediately reached for the covers again, but Sean grabbed my wrist, stopping my movements.
“Don’t. I just want to see all of you,” he whispered.
His deep voice floated through the air like an erotic embrace. The moon was full and the night was clear. There was no hint of darkness anywhere in my bedroom. I felt exposed. Not just because of my nakedness, but from the look in Sean’s eyes. He was peering deep into my soul, dissecting me, and putting me back together again.
There were parts of my body I wanted kept hidden away from view. I hadn’t thought of what I would do when Sean saw me without clothes. I didn’t have a flat stomach, nor did my heavy breasts stand up without the assistance of a bra. My thighs were rounded and fleshy, and no light could shine through them when I put my knees together. My arms were plump from wrist to shoulder. You could see just a hint of my collarbone on my chest.
Yet, Sean’s eyes ate up every bit of my appearance, and by the protruding length between his legs, he found my body arousing.
“You make me feel—uncomfortable. Nervous,” I admitted bashfully.
“Why?” Sean asked in a gentle voice.
My body language was tense, and I wished I could cover-up. The tone of our conversation was heading in a direction I assumed would expose some of my insecurities; mostly those about my body. Sean told me repeatedly how much he was attracted to me; but yet I wasn’t confident enough to feel the same way about my figure. When he spoke of my beauty, I wondered what he saw differently from me when I looked in the mirror. I wouldn’t consider myself ugly by any means; just average. Yet there was nothing average about the way Sean looked at me.
“Why?” Sean asked again.
“Because I feel like any day now I’m going to wake up and realize this is all a dream.” I eased up on my elbows, suddenly more nervous than I had been before I let my feelings out.
There were times I felt like I’d fallen for Sean too soon. Like, maybe I should have been holding back just in case his feelings weren’t reciprocated. Yet, I remembered my mother’s advice about knowing there was something different about the man you were supposed to be with from all others. This thing with Sean truly felt different.
Could I be this fortunate to have found my perfect match after being single for so long? Besides Sean, Stephan was the only other guy I’d ever been with; and that was a high school relationship. My experience didn’t give me much to compare this new relationship to, but I knew it felt right…perfect even. Not that I thought Sean was the perfect man, but he was perfect for me.
Sean let out a loud puff of air and shook his head. His demeanor heightened my anxiety even more. With a firm grip he took hold of my left leg and place it over his shoulder. Turning his head, he closed his eyes and kissed the side of my foot. The languid caress of his hands from my ankle to my thigh made me yearn to have him inside me again.
“You know you make me nervous too,” he confessed.
“What could I possibly do to make you nervous?” I laughed incredulously at his statement. The nip on my ankle with his teeth made me draw in a quick breath.
“You know you’re the first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning.” His eyes bore into mine.
The corner of Sean’s mouth hitched up on one side. He traced the tiny scar on my left calf with his thumb. Gently, he took my leg from his shoulder and placed it in his lap, reached for the other one, and placed it over his opposite shoulder.
“You’re also the last thing I think about when I go to sleep.” The short laugh that followed was a testament of how nervous he was to reveal his inner feelings. “I must sound ridiculous right now. But, I promise I’ve never had these fe
elings about a woman before. I’ve never cared enough about a woman, but with you it’s different.”
He gave my right leg the same treatment he gave the left. Caressing it…kneading my soft flesh…imprinting the feel of his touch into my body.
“With you, I…I just…I just care. I care a lot. I care whether or not I’m saying or doing the right things. I care what you think about me, how you feel about me. I care when you get stressed out at work.” His jaw tightened. “Or when people take advantage of you. I worry about you when you work late at night. Most of the time I’m so anxious I sit with the phone in my hand waiting for you to call me and let me know you reached home safely. Sometimes, I purposely find a reason to work late so I can stay in the office with you. Brent has been busting my balls about it too. He thinks I’m being overbearing.”
His hands set my body aflame with need. Over and over again he smoothed his hands from my ankle to my knees. On his final graze upward, he rubbed my knees in a circular motion before continuing inward toward the juncture of my pelvis and thighs. My skin was cottony soft in this area and very sensitive. I could feel the moisture pool at my center, making me wetter from his massage.
God, he’s driving me crazy.
“I’ve had lots of sex. Yet you’re the only woman I’ve ever made love to.” He paused for just a moment to caress my hips. Moving his hands up my sides to the full curve of my breasts, over my shoulders, and up the column of my neck. He stopped again to rub his thumb over my full lips.
“Trust me when I tell you I know the difference. I won’t go back to just having sex after I’ve had the experience of making love to you.” He continued his exploration back down to my shoulders and then outward over my arms until his fingers connected with mine. He eased his big firm body on top of me. Every curve of my body molded to his frame like we were built exclusively for each other.
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