by Tessa Teevan
Just as I’m about to go in for the kill, to push her over the edge, she loosens her leg lock and grips my hair, jerking my head away from her warmth until I’m looking up into hooded eyes filled with desperate desire.
“Shane, now,” she begs. “Please.”
I could feast on her for days if given the chance. The way she’s looking at me now, however? It has me more than eager to give up the banquet and take the plunge into her depths. With one final kiss to her clit, I rise from the bed, my cock swelling with anticipation. The hunger in Alyssa’s eyes deepens when I remove my boxers, my straining erection springing to life. She doesn’t take her eyes off me, even as I roll on the condom and take my place on the bed, positioning myself between her legs.
“Ready, baby?” I ask, brushing the tip of my cock up and down her slick folds.
The soaking sensation of her arousal temps me to plunge into her with abandon. I slide my shaft between her silky softness, waiting for her response. The tip, with a mind of its own, finds her sweet entrance, and I have to restrain myself from slipping inside her, even though the hesitation is killing me. With strength I didn’t even know I possessed, I hold still.
“Sunshine…you have to say it.”
Alyssa’s hooded eyes open wide as she peers up at me. “I’ve never been more ready for anything, Shane. If you make me wait any longer, I’ll scream.”
I didn’t know that it was possible, but my cock swells even harder at the sentiment. Alyssa lifts her hips, trying to draw me inside, and as much as I want to give in, I don’t. I pull back, my tip glistening from her juices. She moans in protest at the loss of contact, and the sound draws my attention to her.
Something inside me shifts. My sexual attraction turns to possession. It’s not just my dick wanting her. It’s… I don’t know. But my heart fucking hurts from the sight of her, and that can’t be normal, right?
This moment, right before I’m about to make love to her, feels entirely different than it ever has before. Because this thing we have? It’s so much more than anything I’ve experienced. I’ve never had a moment of pause in the bedroom. But right now? All I want to do is take in the sight of her, commit it to memory, and then, only then, will I take her.
Alyssa, right now, is more beautiful that she’s ever been. It’s not just because she’s naked underneath me. She’s completely bare, open to me, watching and waiting in anticipation for us to be together again. After all this time, she trusts me. And that means more than I could ever express.
I fight the urge to slam into her. Instead, I ease into her until I’ve buried myself all the way deep inside her. Her warmth envelops my shaft with such perfection that I have to pause to enjoy the sensation.
One hand comes up to cup her cheek. She peers up at me through her lashes, and I grin down at her. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make sure you scream for all the right reasons.”
She lets out a breath. “Phew. For a second there, I thought my vagina made you lose all sense of humor.”
Her laughter causes her pussy to tighten, and I groan, dropping my head to her ear. “Sunshine, there is nothing funny about your vagina. But it does feel damn good when you laugh.”
She tightens around my shaft again, and I lift up to see the playfulness in her grin.
“Now, you’re just doing that on purpose.”
Her fingertips trail up and down the expanse of my back. “Is that really a bad thing?”
“Absolutely not. Except, if your pussy’s going to quiver, it’s going to be because of me.”
Alyssa arches an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
Before I can answer, her free hand comes to her breast. My eyes are locked on hers, but out of my peripheral, I can see she’s playing with her nipple. She sucks in her lower lip, and as sexy as it is to see her touch herself, I meant what I said. Unless we’re doing some mutual masturbation—which I make a mental note to work into our routine—I want her pleasure to come from me.
I push her hand away, cupping her breast cupped with my palm, her nipple between my thumb and my forefinger. “It’s so.”
She sighs with pleasure, settling back against the pillow. “Then I guess you’d better get to work.”
“Yes ma’am.”
I’ve never been one for conversation while doing the deed, but I’m finding out that I’m not doing anything I normally would with her. And I fucking love it.
I take my time making love to Alyssa.
This time when her pussy clenches around me, I know it’s because of me. She’s so damn close—I can feel it. And when I look down, her eyes are closed, her lips are soft and swollen, and I’m more than ready to make her come.
More than ready to make her mine.
I push the hair out of her face, giving myself more of her to see. Her eyes flutter open when I cup her cheek, my thumb lightly stroking her soft skin. Our eyes locked, I slide out of her warmth before surging back into the hot, sweet pleasure of her.
“You’re mine now, sunshine,” I tell her.
The words have never been more accurate. The way I feel right now? It’s not infatuation. It’s not lust. It’s more than primal desire or need. It’s her, and I have no words to explain exactly what I’m feeling other than claiming possession of her.
She doesn’t seem to mind. In return, Alyssa wraps her legs around my waist, drawing me inside her even deeper. With us joined together, she focuses her gaze on mine.
“I’ve been yours since the very first night, Shane. That hasn’t changed. I doubt it will any time soon.”
I brace my fists on the pillow on both sides of her. “If I have my way, it won’t ever change.”
A smile plays at her lips. “Something tells me you usually get your way, so I’m not worried. After all, you are a Wellington.”
And you could be, too.
The thought is so shocking that it nearly stops me. Instead of examining where that crazy train of thought came from, I unleash all of my pent-up desire for Alyssa, sending slow right out the window. With frenzied fervor, I pull out then sink back into her again and again while her legs remain locked around me with an impenetrable grip. The deeper I thrust, the tighter she gets, and it’s not long before my dick swells, threatening to end this all too soon. So I force myself to still at her entrance, my breath ragged.
Alyssa’s hands come up and she grips my face, holding me close to hers. “I never knew it could be like this.”
I tell her the truth. “Neither did I.”
Her eyes fill with warmth at my words. Then she pushes against my chest. “On your back, Shane.”
My cock twitches inside her at her sudden take-charge attitude. It’s fucking hot, so I comply, rolling us with ease until I’m settled on my back, my hands resting on her tiny waist. She impales herself on my cock and rides me with long strides while I pump up into her warmth. We collide in the most intimate of places, the anticipation of this finally bubbling up and over.
Alyssa leans forward, placing her small hands on my chest, bracing herself while she rises and sinks down on my shaft in a sensual fashion.
Her breasts call to me. So I lift up, taking one into my mouth just as I slide my hand between us to circle her hard clit. She’s so wet with pleasure.
“God, you feel amazing,”
Alyssa’s cheeks flush, and I’m not sure if it’s from desire or exertion. She increases her tempo until she’s practically bouncing up and down on my cock. Not that I’m complaining. As I work her clit and make love to her breasts, I rock up into her, trying to match her pace and thrusting up as deep as I can. Her hands move to my shoulders as she braces herself, her eyes closing as pleasure starts to take over. Knowing she’s so close thrills me, and I have the sudden urge to make her come immediately.
“Sunshine,” I whisper, wanting her to open her eyes for me.
She doesn’t, so I grip her hips and hold her down against me, not allowing her to move. Her eyes pop open at the same time she whimpers.
“It’s been t
oo long. I want to watch you come. Keep ’em open, baby.”
“You’re kind of bossy in the bedroom,” she purrs, but she complies by keeping her deep-brown eyes open and gazing down into my own.
My lips curl up into a half grin. “We’ve only scratched the surface of how bossy I can be.”
She leans forward, her hair tumbling all around her. “Less talking, more orgasming.”
“Now, who’s being bossy?” I tease, releasing her hips and thrusting up.
Our eyes remain locked as making love turns into frenzied fucking, both of us clearly ready to go over the edge of bliss. I drive harder, faster, until she’s no longer riding me, but rather holding on for the ride. It’s not until she falls forward, crying out with pleasure, her nails digging into my skin, that I grip her hips tight, and with one last squeeze of her pussy, I finally, thank fuck, spill into the condom. She collapses against me, her warm skin crushing mine as we ride out the waves of our pleasure.
I turn my head to find Alyssa’s lips, our mouths mingling while I remain locked deep inside her. Another first. I’ve never been one to linger, but with her? I don’t even want to leave.
We’re both naked, chest to chest, cock to pussy, connected in the most intimate way. If I’m honest with myself, I could stay in this position for the rest of my life and be a contented man.
I told her that anticipation would make this so much sweeter. I just didn’t know that it would ring so true for me, too. I have no desire to ever leave this bed—or her.
And that’s why, for the rest of the night, we stay wrapped up in each other. Kissing, touching, making love over and over until we can’t keep our eyes open anymore.
As I drift off to sleep, with Alyssa’s naked body half covering my own, I have one final crazy thought.
It’s not that I could get used to this.
It’s that I already have.
Sunlight shines on my face when I wake the next morning. I stretch, feeling achy in muscles I didn’t even know I had until last night. The memory of Shane working me out in such an intimate way sends a shiver of pleasure down my spine. I turn to face him and watch as his eyes slowly open. He’s gorgeous in the morning, especially with his dark hair rumpled from the tugs of my fingertips during our sex-crazed night. When he catches me staring, his lips curve up into a sleepy grin.
Shane Wellington sleepy smiling is the thing dreams are made of.
“Do you sing?” I ask, cocking my head and staring at his dimples.
Shane looks surprised. “Umm, in the shower?”
“It’s just…I realized you look like Derek Klena, my current Broadway obsession. I always thought it was unfair, how pretty he is with that killer voice. And if you can sing, well, there go my panties.”
“You aren’t wearing any panties…” he reminds me, his hand coming to my hip and sliding back to squeeze my ass.
I lean in and capture his mouth with mine, kissing him until I’m breathless. “It’s nice to see you in the morning,” I tell him.
He grins. “Wow, we’re already at the point in our relationship where we’ll kiss even with morning breath? It’s getting more serious than I thought,” he teases.
I sit up, holding the sheet across my bare breasts and give him a mocking glare. “Too serious?” I ask, teasingly.
Shane knifes up on the bed and pushes me onto my back, hovering over me. “I didn’t say serious was bad. In fact, I was planning on asking you about going to my parents’ thirty-fifth wedding anniversary party next month.”
My heart hammers as I stare up into his gaze, his eyes searching mine.
“Or is it too soon? Am I moving things too fast with the whole meet-the-parents thing?”
“No!” I shout, wincing at my loud tone. “No. It’s just… I would love to go. It’s not too soon. You’re not moving too fast. I promise. In fact, wasn’t I the one who insisted you stop the slow nonsense last night?”
Shane’s eyes light up. “Baby, let me show you just how good slow can be.”
An hour later, I’m a convert. Shane does slow really, really well.
In fact, my heart’s still all aflutter while I sit at his kitchen island, watching his bronzed muscles as he sets coffee to brew and then makes us breakfast. Which, of course, is some fancy concoction that has my mouth watering when he places a plate in front of me.
“Espresso waffles with a mocha drizzle,” he informs me, looking all too pleased with himself.
I take a bite of the waffle and groan at the decadence. He’s watching me intently, and I tilt my head to stare at him. “Dinner, breakfast, and amazing sex? I may never let you go.”
His eyes soften. “Don’t make a threat you don’t intend to keep.”
My heartbeat quickens. “Trust me, Shane. I plan on keeping you. You better get used to it.”
“Oh, I plan on it. After all, you’d have a hell of a time getting me to go, even if you tried.”
After taking a sip of coffee that puts even the best barista’s to shame, I sit back and look at him, contemplating how far we’ve come from the first night we met. Sure, it was a bit of a struggle to get here now, but I wouldn’t change a thing.
“You know,” I say, “I’d imagined things between us would’ve been a lot more challenging than they’ve turned out to me. That we’d have more conflict. But this? It’s easy. It’s comfortable. Being with you just feels right, if that makes sense.”
Shane’s fork, which was heading towards his mouth, drops to his plate. A contemplative expression crosses his face, and I wonder if I’ve said too much.
But then he reaches across the island and grabs my hand. “It feels right to me, too. The hardest part was getting here.”
And he’s right. I don’t know what would’ve happened if I hadn’t left Florida, and that’s fine. We have now. We have the future. That’s enough.
I CAN’T stop pacing through my apartment. Alyssa’s in the bedroom, getting ready to leave for my parents’ anniversary party. I’m toying with my cufflink when I hear the clicking of her heels coming down the hall.
“Why do you look so nervous?” she asks, stepping into view.
I’m speechless. Her dress is black with tiny white polka dots all over it. The dress has short sleeves and hits her midthigh. It’s the quirky version of a little black dress, and it looks incredible on her.
“Earth to Shane,” she says, walking towards me, not stopping until she’s close enough to touch me.
“I’m not nervous,” I say, and she quirks an eyebrow. “Fine, I’m nervous. I’ve never done this. There’s never been anyone I’ve ever wanted to introduce to my parents, let alone care what they think.”
“You know my experience with dating and moms. I can’t imagine yours is anywhere near as crazy as what I’ve dealt with before.” She wraps her arms around my neck and stares up at me.
“I care about you, Alyssa. More than I ever thought possible. I just want everything to be perfect.”
“I care about you, too. That’s why I’m not introducing you to my parents any time soon.”
I laugh. “According to Branson, that’s definitely a good thing.”
“Plus, from what Ariana tells me, the whole Wellington gang will be there. We’ll have plenty of backup.” She looks so damn hopeful.
And I hate to burst her bubble. “Do you not remember the morning after Branson and Ariana’s wedding? Having my mother and Amelia together when I bring a date around for the first time could be disastrous. And if they like you, and I know they will, don’t put it past them to be planning our wedding before the night’s over.”
Alyssa rises to the tips of her toes and brushes her lips across mine. “It’s probably too soon to say, but I’m going to anyways. If they do? Would it really be all that bad?”
I swallow, unsure of what to say. So, instead of holding back, I say the first thing that comes to mind. “No, Alyssa. I don’t think it would.”
And I mean every word.
Hours later, we’re half
-drunk on champagne and romance. My parents still know how to throw a freaking party and, even thirty-five years later, and how to embarrass me with their numerous bouts of public displays of affection.
My father takes the cake when he asks to cut in while I’m slow-dancing with Alyssa. She just giggles and accepts his hand without waiting for me to agree. Fortunately for me, Mom’s waiting in the wings for a dance with me herself.
“She’s wonderful, darling,” Mom coos, smiling up at me as we make our way around the dance floor.
I look over to where Alyssa is dancing with Pop. “She really is,” I tell her.
“It’s finally happened. The day after the wedding, Amelia called me, insisting you’d found the one. I didn’t want to believe it. But seeing you with her tonight? I know it’s true.”
I peer down at my mother. “What’s true?”
“You’ve finally been bitten by the love bug.”
“Mom, we’re not in love territory yet. It’s too soon.”
Even as I say the words, I wonder if I’m lying to her, myself, or the both of us.
Mom tsks. “Shane, don’t be silly, and don’t be stubborn. It’s never too soon to fall in love, especially when you meet the one.” She must see the skepticism in my face. “What are we doing here, sweetheart? Celebrating thirty-five years of marriage. And you know the one thing I’ve seen tonight that I never have?”
I’m afraid to ask. “What’s that?”
She beams. “You looking at a woman the same way your father’s looked at me for the past thirty-five years.”
I glance over at Alyssa, who’s laughing at something my dad just said. My heart swells at the sight of two of my favorite people in the world obviously getting along.
“Just like that,” Mom reaffirms. “I’ve waited so long for this for you, Shane. Don’t let it slip through your fingers because it feels too soon. If you love her, don’t waste a single second not letting her know.”
I stumble in my tracks, and my mom gives me a knowing smile.