Yes to Everything

by Shayne McClendon

  Putting his hands on the hem of her dress, he raised it up her body and over her head. Taking in the black lace bra and panties she wore and the smooth, flat expanse of flawless pale skin, he licked his lips. “Jeanette, you don’t need to work out. I doubt you ever will. You’re fit and feminine. I like that you’re not sculpted like I am. There’s no doubt about who the man is when a woman is silken like you.” He moved his hands over her torso and she held her breath. “Breathe, baby. There is not one thing about you that should make you feel less than beautiful.”

  Mack kissed the valley of her breasts and reached behind her to unclasp her bra. As it fell forward, he caught it, lowering it from one breast slowly, kissing over the globe of her breast until the pink nipple was exposed. When he took it in his lips, she moaned and put her hands back in his hair as he sucked it gently, increasing the pressure slowly and feeling her hips rock into him.

  With a groan, he forced himself to pull back and give the same slow treatment to her other breast. He moved the bra away and used both hands and his mouth to play with the firm globes. She wasn’t large but she’d keep her shape for a very long time. Her nipples were the same shade of pink as her lips. Back and forth, he laved and sucked her while kneading her in his palms. When he raised his face, she came to him for a breathless kiss, color high in her cheeks.

  Stroking his hands up her narrow back, he turned her and sat her on the couch, going to the floor on his knees so he could remove her heels. He stripped his shirt off his arms and smiled at the way her eyes roved over him.

  When her shoes were tossed aside, he moved his palms from her ankles up her entire leg to her hips. Hooking his thumbs in her panties, he tugged them slowly, using his lips to love across her low abdomen and each bit of skin as it was revealed. The tiny trimmed patch of soft curls increased his sense of urgency and he got the panties out of his way.

  “You’re exactly right. I knew you would be, Jeanette.” He slid her forward on the couch and lifted one leg over his shoulder, kissing her inner thigh. She watched him with confusion on her face and he knew no one had ever worshipped her from head to toe the way he was going to. He was so fucking glad.

  When his lips lowered to her mound and he began kissing her outer folds, she put her hands in his hair and tried to tug him away. He looked up her body and saw her eyes were closed, her nipples harder now and he smiled as he went back to what he was doing.

  One hand separated her while a finger of the other slipped gently into her snug core. She was wet but extremely tight. Seconds later he hit the barrier he’d begun to suspect he’d find and realized she’d shown all the signs but he hadn’t really been listening, thinking someone like her couldn’t possibly be a virgin.

  She hadn’t lied, had probably thought he already knew. She’d told him she hadn’t even kissed anyone in three years and that two men had managed to make it all the way out of their pants. Apparently no one had ever made it into her body.

  It was an interesting situation to find himself in at thirty-eight, deflowering his first virgin, who had already inspired every protective instinct he possessed before he knew she was. He focused on licking her, sucking her, nibbling on her until she was shaking. “Oh my god. Mack, what the hell are you doing down there? That feels amazing. Help me, I have no idea what to do right now.”

  Lifting to her mouth, he kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on his lips. He was still stroking into her and added a finger as he said gently, “Let it take you, Jeanette, just let yourself feel good.” She came the first time in complete shock. Her upper body came off the couch and she held his hair tightly in her fists. Mack’s smile was triumphant and purely male.

  “And what I’m doing down there is eating the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted. I’m praying you’ll come back to me because once is not going to be enough. I can tell you that right-damn-now. We’ll talk more about that later. I need more of you on my tongue and you’re going to come for me again, baby.”

  As he kissed his way back down her body, he paused at her distended nipples, sucking each one thoroughly before moving lower and licking into her little belly button. She moaned against him, her hands spasming in his hair. “Mack, oh god, I can’t think.”

  “Good. Don’t worry about thinking, just feel. Let your considerable mind rest and focus on feeling. I need you wet, relaxed, happy. That’s all I care about, Jeanette.” Returning to her pussy, he worked on sucking at her clit while he stretched her with the fingers he was scissoring inside her tight walls. When he stroked a little harder and faster, she came again and he pressed into her hymen, feeling it give slightly.

  She was writhing under him, moaning, trying to close her thighs, trying to pull him up to her while also holding him to her. “Again, honey, I need another one from you, pretty baby.” He stroked her firmly while he licked her from her pussy to her clit, nibbling her outer lips and lapping against her clit.

  “Please, oh please, Mack. I want you, I need you up here. God that feels like it can’t be real, it’s so damn good. Jesus.” He ignored her but he wasn’t unaffected. Mack wasn’t rushing any of this for her. So he pushed her up a third time, shoving her over the edge of her climax and pushing completely through her maidenhead as he stretched her to be able to take him. “Please, Mack. My body is so tight, I’m overheated, dying to have you over me. Please, please, I can’t bear it.”

  Mack pulled his fingers from her gently, sucking her fluids from them and tasting a copper tang mixed with the sweet musk of her come, the blood from breaking her hymen. Running the flat of his tongue from her pussy, swirling just inside, up to her swollen clit, he took his wallet out of his pocket before he went to his belt.

  Jeanette sat up and took his head in her hands, kissing him deep and hard. Stroking down his body, she kept her mouth on him while she separated the leather and worked at the button. Lowering the zipper carefully, she slid her hands in the waist of the denim and his boxers, sliding around his body to his ass and pushing the fabric off his hips. Bringing her hands around, she found him, explored him and her breath caught in her throat.

  Smiling, he pulled his mouth back and watched her eyes flick down to his cock and back up. When she tugged her lower lip between her teeth, he assured her softly, “I won’t hurt you, Jeanette. I promise.”

  “You are…my god. The difference is like bite-size candy compared to king-size. I didn’t realize men could be so…wow. Good for you, Mack.” Comparing him to food caused him to twitch in her hand and her eyes widened. “It’s so hard and yet the skin is so soft and smooth, like silk. That is incredible.” A bead of pre-come appeared on the tip and Jeanette touched it with her fingertip, bringing it to her lips, whimpering as she looked up at Mack who hadn’t taken his eyes off her face.

  Watching Jeanette explore a man’s cock for the first time was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. Touching him and talking to him, letting Mack know what was going through her mind told him she was going to be very expressive once she came into her own. She had her fists wrapped around his length and moved one to rake her nails through the trimmed black curls nestled at his base. When she slipped lower and cupped his balls, he moaned low in his throat.

  Jeanette’s eyes lifted to his, “You have amazing control. I’d like more time to explore later. Is that…alright?” He nodded with a smile and gently pushed her back on the couch. Getting to his feet, he toed off his shoes, took off his socks and stripped his jeans and boxers off. She watched, enthralled, as he rolled on a condom and moved between her legs.

  Mack put one arm under her low back and slid his cock over her slick folds, lubricating himself. Notching the head at her pussy, he watched her face, saw the fear she couldn’t help and lowered over her, claiming her mouth gently. “Put your arms around me, Jeanette. There you go. I’m not going to hurt you, baby. It will be unfamiliar at first. A lot of pressure, I’d imagine, but I’ll go very slow and let you adjust.”

  She nodded and kissed him as he pressed into
her. Sinking deeper than he’d thought he’d be able to the first stroke, he gave himself a mental fist-bump for preparing her so well. He pulled back and returned to her, more than halfway now. Jeanette was breathing fast, her hands pulling him to her. Pulling back again and pushing a little harder, he was almost there.

  As he withdrew almost all the way back and surged to the hilt inside her, bumping her womb, she came suddenly around him and he gasped as her pussy tightened around him like a fist. “Jeanette, oh baby, yes.” He moved carefully, pushing her climax out and making it last.

  “Mack, oh god, I think I’m dying.” Her body was arched, her short nails digging into his back, her thighs clamping to his hips. His movements were shallow, firm, and the expression on her face was a form of beauty he’d never seen before.

  “Honey, you’re going to get so much more than this. It’s the only goal I have, the only thing I can think about right now, giving you all the pleasure I can, making you come until I can’t hold back anymore, then doing it again.” Her huge brown eyes met his and she pulled herself higher to kiss him. His arm tightened around her back and he used the other to lift her knee higher, holding it against his waist. As her walls began to loosen around him, he smiled and she smiled back, “You alright?”

  “Oh yeah, I am so alright.”

  He pulled out and stroked in a little harder, watching her eyes widen. His next stroke was longer, there was more power behind it, and she moaned, lifting her hips to meet him. Pulling almost all the way out, he slid to her womb again and she helped.

  She was learning the movements, learning how to move. Her legs lifted higher and wrapped around his waist, Mack put both arms around her and pulled her with him as he sat back on his heels. Sinking deeper in this position, she moaned and whispered, “I think I…I’m coming again. Oh god, Mack.” Her head dropped back on her shoulders and her body tightened, he felt the tremors spread out from her womb, over her arms and legs, hugging him with her entire body. Mack pushed her, forced her to ride the orgasm as hard as possible and when it finally let her go, she went limp in his arms.

  Smiling, he kept moving, thrusting his hips up, and burying himself again and again inside her, watching as she recovered from her climax and brought herself back to the moment. He kept his hands on her ass and her back, claiming her mouth, marking her territorially.

  His Mexican heritage, the way of every Latino male he knew whether they admitted to it or not, rose inside him as he made love to her, took root in his body, mind, and heart as it never had before. His one recurring thought was…mine. No one else would ever touch her, would ever hold her, again. She was his and Mack intended to imprint himself so thoroughly on her that she wouldn’t doubt it, wouldn’t even want to. He wanted her for himself and he would bend his considerable will toward making that happen.

  “Jeanette, hold on tight, baby…I’m going to go a little harder. Are you alright?” his voice was low and rough.

  Meeting his eyes, she tightened her body around him and said shyly, “Harder, Mack, oh yes, I feel so wonderful. I didn’t know it was possible to feel this good about anything.”

  Mack lowered her to the floor, realizing he was taking her for the first time in someone else’s house, in their living room, on the floor. He ground his teeth in frustration. The next time they were together would be far different. And there would be a next time.

  He bent his knees slightly and went up on his hands above her. Pulling back until he was almost out of her body, he surged forward and she moaned, her body arching, trying to get closer. Again and again he repeated the strokes until she was chanting his name and touching him everywhere, coming hard and trying to get closer to him.

  Roaring her name he came harder than he ever remembered, continuing to thrust hard as he pumped everything he had into the condom and rode her through her own orgasm. Lowering to his forearms over her, he cupped her head, kissing her aggressively and growling when she gave as good as she got, her arms and legs tight around his body, tremors wracking her narrow body.

  Trusting himself to manage speech several minutes later, Mack lifted from her lips to stare down at her. “Where do you go next, Jeanette?” His hands were petting her, stroking her and she looked almost hypnotized beneath him.

  “The tour…?” He nodded. “Uh, I…I think Indi…Indianapolis.” Her eyes filled and he kissed her. “I’m sorry. I…I’m really not an overly emotional person usually. I’m sorry.”

  His fingers stroked through her silky sable hair, “Jeanette, I want you to listen to me and believe every word I’m about to say. I understand what you’re feeling right now because the thought of putting you on a fucking bus in a few hours and watching you drive away makes me very stressed out. I have no idea what this is but since I never feel like this from mere sex, I’m going to go with it. Get me the rest of the tour schedule. How many weeks do you have left?”

  “Four weeks…” she whispered. “Fifteen shows unless they add a few more dates.”

  He took her chin between his finger and thumb, stroking her soft skin gently. “When the tour is done, I want you to come back to Chicago, Jeanette. Will you do that?” She nodded and he rocked his hips into her, watching her eyes go wide. “No one is to touch you, Jeanette.”

  She blushed hot, “No one does. Honestly, Mack. I’m invisible.”

  Rocking forward again, he watched her eyes drift closed. “No, baby, you’re not. You just think you are. Men don’t approach you because you appear aloof, not because they aren’t interested. You’re going to seem different to men now, Jeanette. Men you didn’t think noticed you are going to see the difference and it’ll make them bolder.”

  Opening her eyes and staring at him in confusion, she asked, “Like…like being in heat?”

  Grinning broadly, he stroked into her again and she whimpered. “Exactly like that. I know you don’t realize it yet but you’re an incredibly sexual woman, Jeanette. I can see it in how you’ve responded tonight. Our time together is going to change things you won’t notice. Men who have been watching you, they’ll notice because that’s what men do.”

  He thrust again, “But they’re too late, Jeanette. Do you understand?” She nodded again. “I’m staking claim to you until we have time to explore this further. If you decide being with me isn’t what you want, I’ll respect that. But not without the full chance, more than one night, to convince you why you’re going to want to be with me.”

  Her fingers stroked over his face, “I can’t imagine why you aren’t taken, Mack.”

  Tightening his body around her and feeling himself go fully hard inside her, he growled, “Because I’ve never made demands on a woman like I’m doing with you, Jeanette. When other women have left my bed, I really didn’t care where they went. With you, I care. I can’t seem to help it. I want time with you that I’ve never wanted with anyone before. Will you give me that, Jeanette?”

  “God, yes, of course.” Her body was beginning to tighten as she asked breathlessly, “Why me, Mack? I’m kind of mousy.”

  Mack’s laugh filled the quiet house, “Jeanette, there is nothing mousy about you. You’re like a panther. Sleek with a ‘nothing ruffles me’ attitude. That is, until you’re put in certain situations. I can sense your secret teeth and claws, baby, and I want the chance to bring them out, again and again. You’re intelligent, beautiful, and sexual. I want to show you everything you’ve been missing.”

  He pulled out and stripped the condom away, reaching behind him to get another one. As he rolled it on, his eyes met hers and he could see she didn’t believe he wanted her more than in this moment. She’d led a strange life that had built up her confidence in her intelligence and torn down her confidence in her womanhood. He was so going to enjoy watching her blossom.

  Crouching, Mack slipped into her carefully. When he was fully seated, he lifted her and put her back on the couch. “Sit up, put your hands on the couch behind you, baby.” She did and he moved his elbows under her knees. “I know you don’t
believe everything I’m telling you right now, Jeanette. That’s okay. I don’t mind proving it to you. The pleasure will be all mine.”

  He pulled back and thrust into her slowly. “I wouldn’t ask you to do anything I’m not willing to do, baby.” Her eyes went to his in surprise. “Ah, you thought I’d ask you to abstain and still do whatever I wanted. I can see why you might think that, so many men have no respect, but no.” He pulled out further and surged forward forcefully.

  “Until you decide otherwise, this pussy is mine, Jeanette. The fact that no one touched you before only makes this more serious for me.” Thrusting into her again, her eyes closed for a moment before fluttering open and staring at him. “You have the same claim on my cock, Jeanette. No one will touch me but you.” He powered into her again and watched the flush build up her body.

  “Watch me. Look, baby, watch me take you.” Jeanette’s eyes went to where they were joined and she sucked air through her teeth. “Beautiful, isn’t it? Watching my cock slide into you? That is your cock, baby, only yours, just as this pussy is mine and only mine. Come for me, baby, watch me fucking this perfect pussy and come for me Jeanette.”

  His hips drove firmly into her and she arched forward as the orgasm hit her fiercely. He leaned over and took a puckered nipple in his mouth. She moaned his name and her pussy clamped around his cock like a vice, making him force his way into her and out again. “Yes, oh yes, Mack, please don’t stop. You feel so good.” Leaning on one hand, she brought the other up to his head. As she came down slowly, she whispered, “Harder…”

  Mack’s eyes widened. Then he smiled and pumped his hips with more strength, driving into her body. “Put your fingers on your clit, Jeanette. Don’t be shy. Nothing we do together should make you feel embarrassed.”

  He let go of one knee and licked the tips of two of his fingers, placing them over her clit and watching her body spasm. He played with her for a bit, watching how it affected her. Then he licked them, tasting her with a moan before picking up her hand and sucking the tips of her fingers, setting them over the tight bundle of nerves. She moved shyly at first, self-conscious about touching her body while he watched. “Yes, baby. Oh my god, you’re so beautiful, Jeanette.”