"Me neither," he heard himself say.
"What would you like to do?"
He wanted to make intense, passionate love to her, but thought better of saying it in so many words. "Let's go to your place. Hang out for a while."
"You like apple pie with ice cream?" she asked.
"Um, yeah."
"We always used to have it after skate or bowling nights," she said. "Maybe we can have some and watch a movie?"
"Sounds good to me."
Miles followed Shauna to her apartment.
He looked around the place while she heated the pie in the oven, and dug the ice cream out of the freezer. The place was clean and tidy, but had a warm, cozy atmosphere that not everyone could give a dwelling place. The walls were decorated with pictures of her parents and Katina, plus a couple watercolors of tropical scenery. She had a few potted plants similar to those at her parents' house. Her bookshelf sagged from the weight of children's stories, romances, cook books and medical guides.
Shauna scooped ice cream onto the warm pie slices. They sat together on her sofa and ate it while watching A Walk to Remember on her DVR. When they finished, she paused the movie and took their dishes to the kitchen. As she washed them in the sink, Miles stepped up behind her, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck.
He couldn't overcome his desire to touch her. He wanted her worse than he ever wanted anything.
Shauna dropped one hand to caress his arms, and tilted her head to expose more of her neck. He took it as encouragement, and perhaps got carried away. He nibbled on her nape, and pushed his pelvis forward so she couldn't help but feel his hardness against that magnificent ass. He thought he heard her gasp.
She stiffened, and sidestepped out of his embrace, facing him with an almost pleading expression, biting her lip.
He lowered his own hands, as if realizing, moments late, that he no longer held her.
"I should probably get something straight between us," she said.
"You just did," he said, laughing nervously.
She grinned and shook her head, realizing it was a good joke but unable to fully appreciate it. "I'm not looking for a one-night-stand, Miles."
"Me neither."
"And I don't want to be part of an experiment."
"Experiment?" he said.
"I don't take sex lightly."
"Okay."
"I don't sleep around," she said, searching for the right words to express her confusion right then. "I'm not a loose girl and, um, I don't think I'm ready to be intimate with you."
Miles scratched his forehead. "Uh-oh."
"Uh-oh?" she echoed. "What does that mean?"
"Don't tell me you hate sex."
"I'm not saying that..."
Then it dawned on him: Despite being a mother, she was sexually insecure. She was as skittish as a virgin. Obviously she wasn't a virgin, but she was showing all the signs of...
Oh no! Please don't be frigid!
"Have you ever had an orgasm?" he blurted.
"Miles!" She turned, huffed past him into the living room and threw herself on the couch.
He wandered after her, many thoughts racing through his mind, but he didn't crowd her. He sat facing her at a respectful distance.
"Listen Shauna: I don't want to scare you, and I sure didn't mean to disrespect you. I'm sorry if I did."
"And I don't mean to be a prude. But if all you want is sex--"
"No, no, no," he interrupted. "Shauna, I like everything about you. But I'd be lying if I said there wasn't a part of the attraction that's physical."
She looked away and chewed on that succulent lower lip some more. Finally, she said, "I've had some bad experiences in the bedroom."
His stomach tightened, erection softened and jaw dropped. "Oh my god. You were raped?"
She shook her head. "No. Nothing that bad."
"Molested as a child?"
"No."
"What happened? Can you talk about it?"
She wrung her hands together. "Well, it's just...guys can be really selfish."
He nodded.
"The answer to your earlier question is no: I've never had an orgasm. I think I got close a few times. But guys just look out for their own selves and don't bother considering the other person, y'know?"
Miles frowned. It was true. Every man could be inconsiderate and self-centered in the bedroom if he didn't take care. Some women could, too.
They sat silently for a while.
"Can we finish watching the movie?" she finally asked.
He nodded.
"I'm sorry, Miles. This didn't ruin your evening, did it?"
"No," he said, honestly. "I've really enjoyed every minute with you tonight."
Shauna smiled slowly. After a long moment of eye contact, she tore her eyes away and resumed playing the movie.
She paused it after a few minutes to use the bathroom. She freshened up, then returned to the couch, sitting very close to him.
"I guess you're not scared of me, at least." Miles said.
She smiled and shook her head. "I like to be held."
He kept an arm around her while they watched the rest of the movie.
When it was over, she cuddled up against him, her head on his chest.
"Please bear with me, Miles," she whispered.
"I will."
"I don't think I'm..." she struggled for the words. "I think all my parts are in working order, I just..."
He spoke softly, brushing a braid of hair back behind her ear, then tracing the exquisite curves of her face with his fingertips. "You mean..."
"I mean I'm wet," she said.
"Right now?"
"Yes."
"Can I feel?"
She turned her face upwards and searched his eyes for a moment. "Okay."
Slowly, gently, he brushed one hand down her stomach until it rested lightly on her lap. She squirmed a little, but made no move to escape or repel him. He increased the pressure until he could feel the shape of her mound through the capris. It was hot, with just a hint of dampness.
Her breathing changed.
Miles rubbed her, softly, first in a circular pattern, then reversed, then back and forth, then a figure eight. Her breath grew increasingly irratic.
"I'm not hurting you, am I?" he asked.
She shook her head despite the pained expression on her face.
"Tell me if you want me to stop," he said.
Shauna clinched her eyes tight but said nothing.
He slipped his hand in between her pants and panties. Now he could feel how wet she was--her panties were soggy in front and down under. He patiently continued rubbing.
Shauna took three sharp breaths and moaned softly.
"Should I stop?"
She shook her head.
"Can I take these off?" he asked, tugging at her capris.
She opened her eyes again, studying his face, then nodded almost imperceptibly.
He kissed her while unzipping her pants. She kissed him back with fierce passion, lifting her hips to allow him to peel back the capris. He had to lean away from her to work them the rest of the way down her legs. When they were wadded around her ankles, she used her feet to push them off completely, grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back into the kiss.
He continued massaging her mound. She quivered and trembled, one hand latching onto his wrist. He was afraid she would push his hand away, but she didn't. In fact, she ever-so-slightly pulled it in tighter.
Deciding it was now or never, Miles slipped his hand under the drenched panties and combed his fingers through her thick, course, curly hair. Shauna gasped and cried out his name.
"It's okay, Shauna," he soothed. "Just relax. This is your night. It's all about you and I'll stop as soon as you ask me to."
"Oh, Miles," she breathed.
He worked a finger into her slippery flesh, and she moaned again.
"Can I take these off?" he asked.
She nodded. "If you w-want."
He tugged at her underwear. She raised those wonderful hips again and the soaked panties were soon on the carpet.
Miles pulled away from her. Shauna looked alarmed. He smiled reassuringly and sank to his knees before her.
He squeezed her calves and kissed her ankles, admiring her voluptuous brown legs. Eeny-meanie-minie-moe. He chose a leg and pressed gentle kisses into the soft, smooth skin, up her shin, over her knee, and along the inside of her thigh. She continued to quiver, though the little sounds she made sounded more and more appreciative. He kissed up her thigh, all the way to the Bermuda Triangle. Now he tickled and teased her for a bit, to put her on edge.
"Oh," she said when he kissed her right on the vaginal lips. She cried out when he thrust his tongue into her.
The teasing and pussyfooting around was over, now. He started out gentle, but was all business. He spread her open, probed around, found her clitoris, and licked it every possible way a tongue could lick, paying attention to her responses and adjusting his technique accordingly. The angle was wrong for his tongue to reach her other Gspot, so he worked with what he had.
Shauna shivered and winced as he ate her out, moaning incessantly now. Her breathing was ragged. She gasped and whimpered.
"Miles!... Oh!... You've got... that's... oh! I can't... my... it... I can't... please... please... my..."
His confidence grew as her volume climbed. His tongue and jaw were sore after a while, his face raw from her course hair, but there was no way he was going to quit before he took her over the edge. He didn't care if his tongue fell out afterwards--as long as she was satisfied.
The frequency and intensity of her moans increased. He felt her fingers in his hair, pulling his head in closer. Her back arched as she mashed her sex into his face. She shuddered violently and squealed. Miles recognized the moment--she was there!
Miles didn't stop after her climax, only slowed down momentarily. He knew that, at least, the next few orgasms would be easier to coax now that she had crested that first peak. He paid close attention to her responses and redoubled his efforts when the rhythm was right.
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Shauna couldn't describe what she was feeling, even to herself. It felt so good, it was almost painful. She thought she might die.
Oh, death!
She did die, four times. Evidently, Miles had no intention of quitting, either. She pushed his head away and closed her legs, still quaking from the aftershocks. She found his hands and tugged, urging him to come lay beside her on the couch, which he did.
"Oh, sweetheart," she said. "You did it."
"More than once," he said. "Right?"
She giggled. "Were you counting?"
He nodded and wiped his mouth.
"Oh, Miles," she said.
He smirked at her.
"You look like you're gloating," she said, still adjusting her breathing to normal.
"I am gloating."
"This isn't a competition," she said, and pressed her palm against his cheek.
He chuckled. "Maybe not, but I feel like I just won something."
"I feel like I won something," she said.
"We both won, then," he said, beaming at her. His grin was childlike. She'd never seen his eyes light up so brilliantly before.
She burrowed into him, the physical contact like a drug she couldn't get enough of. She could feel he was still hard as iron, but he made no move to make their intimacy progress. To be fair, she should really return the favor. Maybe she should even let him inside her--she was feeling that grateful and generous.
"Thank-you," she said. "That felt so good."
"It was my pleasure," he said.
"I've got toothpaste and mouthwash in the bathroom," she said. "You can use the big toothbrush; just rinse it off good with hot water afterwards, please."
"You want me to go right now?"
"Come right back to me, of course."
"I don't want to let you go," he said.
She closed her eyes and shivered with joy. She didn't want their embrace to be interrupted, either, but she desperately wanted to kiss him. "I'll make it worth your while," she promised.
He bolted from the couch with such speed, she had to laugh. He disappeared into the bathroom and she heard the water running.
Shauna stretched and enjoyed the sensations of peaceful contentment. Then worry began to worm its way into her thoughts. Was she falling into a trap? Was this just an elaborate scheme on Miles' part to ultimately seek his own satisfaction? Would he dump her as soon as he got what he wanted?
He returned with a bulge still in his pants and that wolfish gleam in his eye, and lay down facing her. She closed her eyes and kissed him, slowly and luxuriously as if nothing else were nearly as important as his mouth. First their lips merely brushed. Then they nibbled at each other. This went on for minutes. Finally their mouths opened. Their tongues flicked into each other's mouths tentatively, then more and more boldly, but still with a deliberate slowness. It was obvious he enjoyed it as much as she did.
His hand slid from her waist to her stomach, which quivered at his touch. He massaged and caressed her skin under her blouse, higher and higher, until he reached her bra. Every man obsessed over her breasts, so she had assumed he'd make a move on them eventually.
"You found what you wanted," she said.
"I want all of you," he said.
She sat up, removed her blouse, then, watching his reaction, reached behind to unhook her brassier. When the twins bobbed free, he inhaled sharply and his eyes widened. Shauna chuckled. "I just made your day, didn't I?"
Sometimes she felt objectified because of the attention her chest drew. But as strong and rough as she knew Miles' hands could be, he touched her so tenderly and with such reverence, all over her body, that she didn't mind at all just then.
He sat up with her and they kissed some more, his hands all over her breasts, showing the utmost gentle care.
She liked this. Very much. She gazed down at the contrast of their shape and skin color, still amazed at how different two human beings could be. And how that difference excited her.
Only after patient tantalizing did he focus on her nipples. She closed her eyes and moaned. He was doing everything right. A couple times, she felt like orgasm was drawing near just from how he was massaging her breasts and manipulating her nipples. Then he lowered his mouth to one breast and she surrendered to a whole new variation on the erotic sensations.
They lay down again, and kissed. She was dripping wet, now. She arched her back, thrusting her pelvis toward him, hoping he would understand what she needed.
He did, gliding his hand down her body to her steaming womanhood. He used one finger, then two. She pushed against his touch as hard as she could, sometimes clamping her thighs so tight that his hand couldn't move. But even when he could do little more than wiggle his fingers, it shot high voltage waves through her. He was like a maestro, coaxing her to ever more rousing crescendos, creating a symphony of whimpers, moans and screams.
At some point he retreated. He stroked the skin along the curve of her buttocks, not in an erotic way, but in a comforting one.
"What's wrong?" he asked in a hushed, worried tone. "Did I hurt you?"
Shauna realized she was crying. She didn't know why. She couldn't find words, but shook her head and planted kisses all over the side of his face.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
She nodded. Miles slipped both arms around her and hugged her tight.
"You didn't do anything wrong," she finally said. "Crying's not always a bad thing."
"It's not?"
"Just..." she said, but wasn't sure she should finish her sentence.
"What, Shauna?"
"I don't want to be just a sexual conquest, Miles."
"You're not," he said, with a horrified expression. "I swear, you're not."
"I want to know this whole evening wasn't calculated to get me into bed with you."
"No!" he said, adamantly. "I m
ean, I do want you, very much, but..." He cleared his throat. "I mean, I've enjoyed every minute with you. And no matter what happens, or doesn't happen, I'm glad I spent tonight with you. I wouldn't trade it for anything."
"We still haven't taken care of you," she said, with a meaningful glance down toward his crotch.
He shrugged. "Let's not worry about me. Maybe some other time, we can go farther. But let's wait 'til you feel comfortable about it. I'm already a winner, tonight."
"You're gloating again, Miles. You're just so proud of yourself, aren't you?"
He chuckled with her. "I'll admit it did feed my ego, getting you to cum like that."
She kissed him quick but deep. "You can have an ego big as Texas, as long as you do me like that, lover."
She guided their rearrangement on the couch so that he was between her and the back of the couch and her back was to him, thinking she could stroke him to a leisurely climax as repayment for all his diligent service. It was a position she'd used with other guys to get them off by hand. It was relatively comfortable for her, and she could close her eyes or watch TV while lazily milking them. They could reach around and fondle her breasts or just enjoy an eyeful of her booty. In fact, if they were nervous or so stressed that they had trouble getting erect, all she had to do was grind her rump into their loins and sleeping giants awoke enraged. Her arm didn't get tired in this position, using the lazy stroke on a guy, and, in fact, her lazy motion and loose grip made for a teasing session that could prolong a man's pleasure for an hour or more.
She never even got Miles started. She looked at the clock and sat bolt upright.
"I didn't realize it was so late. I've got to pick up Katina."
Miles sat up too, but slower. He resembled a young boy who'd just seen his puppy die.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I really was going to make it worth your while."
"It's okay," he said, then took a deep breath, stood and stepped to the door on quivering legs.
Shauna kissed him goodbye before closing the door behind him. 16
Shauna tossed and turned for hours, replaying her time with Miles in her mind. She wanted, desperately, to talk to him, and debated with herself whether she should call.
Finally, on the verge of hysteria, she did call.
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