Waverlee paled. “Oh, my God! I said all that out loud?” she whimpered as she prayed the floor would just open up and swallow her whole.
Shaw’s lips twitched again. “Yep,” he stated with a nod. “And I’m glad you did. I always want to know what worries you. How else am I going to be able to soothe you?”
Tilting her head to the side on the pillow behind her head, Waverlee stared at him with incredulous eyes. “You really are perfect, you know that?”
Shaw smiled widely as he stood at her feet and tugged off one of her high heel boots, blindly tossing it toward the floor. “If you think that now, I can’t wait to hear what you have to say about me after I’ve made you cum a couple of times on my tongue,” he remarked as pulled off her other boot.
Shivering with excitement, Waverlee helped him push her jeans down her legs. “I can’t wait either,” she admitted as she finally laid before him, naked except for a tiny pair of satin panties.
Crawling up the bed over her body until his nose reached her satin covered pussy, Shaw inhaled deeply. “Christ, you smell good, sweet girl.”
“I do?” she asked weakly as she reached up with a hand on either side of her head to clutch her pillow. Holy buttered biscuits! His mouth was right there hovering above the most secret part of her… a part that only she and her geriatric gynecologist had ever touched.
“Like spun sugar,” he rasped, blowing gently over the damp spot on her panties. “Do you think you taste just as sweet?”
“I…I dunno,” she returned shakily, her fingers clenching in the soft down of the pillow as her pelvis churned restlessly. “Why don’t you find out?”
“You have such good ideas, angel,” Shaw praised her as he hooked his fingers in the gusset of her panties and pulled them to the side, baring her neatly trimmed slit to his burning gaze.
“Pink and puffy…just like cotton candy,” he murmured hoarsely before taking a long lick of her, dragging his tongue from her opening to her clit.
Flicking his tongue against her pulsing bud several times, his low hum of pleasure vibrating against her clit nearly unraveled her. “Shaw!” she gasped, dropping one hand to rest against the back of his head as he continued to ravenously lap at her pussy, every sensuous slide of her tongue pushing her closer to her building release. “It’s so good,” she whined breathlessly.
He responded by lifting his head and slowly piercing her depths with one long finger. “It’s about to get so much better, Waverlee. Just relax and let your body respond,” he urged when her body momentarily stiffened at the intrusion. Thrusting his finger gently into her snug channel, he watched her tense, frightened face slowly relax. “How’s that feel, baby?” he asked as his finger began to move fluidly in and out of her slick folds.
“G-good. Full,” she panted as she lifted her hips to meet the slow slide of his finger. “W-will you…”
“Will I what, Waverlee? Tell me. The pleasure will be so much more intense if we communicate,” he explained softly as he carefully inserted a second finger to her pussy, curling the digits and searching for her G-spot.
“Oh, God!” she yelped as he found some kind of magical spot inside her. “That f-feels amazing,” she moaned, craning her neck against the pillows as her back arched.
“That’s your G-spot, baby. It’s meant to feel that good. But I’m betting you’ll love it even more when I do this,” he rumbled, dropping his head to coax her hard little clit from beneath its hood with the tip of his tongue.
“Shaw!” she screamed as her body convulsed and her pussy flooded his face with her juices. It felt like a pleasure bomb had detonated inside her, her entire womb contracting as waves of bliss sizzled through her nerve endings.
“Fuck, yeah,” he growled before lapping at her dew, the taste of her nectar coating his tongue. “I could get drunk on you, Waverlee,” he groaned between long licks of her folds.
Gasping for breath as she slowly descended from her high, she felt Shaw slide up her body to settle between her parted thighs, his manhood resting against the place his mouth had just loved so well. Turning her head as he covered her mouth with his own, she moaned as his tongue slid against hers, sharing her unique flavor with her. It should have felt dirty and lewd, but instead it only made her feel even closer to him. Almost as if it was their way of blurring the line where she ended and he began.
“I want you so much, sweet girl,” Shaw breathed against her lips. “You gonna let me have you?”
“I’m already yours, Shaw,” Waverlee whispered back as her lips lifted in a tremulous smile. “I think I might have always been yours.”
Resting his warm forehead against hers, Shaw smiled. “You make me feel ten feet tall when you say things like that, and I’d conquer the world for you to get one of those smiles.”
“You don’t need to conquer the world, Shaw. Just keep whispering those sweet things to me.” Lifting her head, she brushed her lips to his. “And keep kissin’ me.”
Groaning, Shaw’s mouth captured hers again as his hand reached down her body, hooking around her knee and drawing it up over his hip. “Shaw,” she breathed against his lips as the movement opened her body up to him. Releasing her from their kiss with a gentle nip to her lower lip, he stared down into her eyes. “I’m going to make you mine now, Waverlee. I don’t want anything between us because I want to feel every inch of your gorgeous pussy gripping my dick as I take you. I haven’t been with another woman in close to a year, and I swear to you that I’m clean. As soon as I saw you at the bar and knew you were meant to be mine, I went to my doctor the next day to be tested.”
“You did that? For me?”
“Fuck, yes, I did. I told you, baby, I’ll always protect you… always put your safety before my pleasure. I knew that when I got you for my own, I wanted to be able to tell you that your body would be safe with mine, and it is. Now, I’ve got a condom in my bedside table because I’ve always used one until now, and if you really want, I’ll wear one, but I’m praying that you’ll let me have you bare.”
This man… he was her dream come true. If only she could believe in happily-ever-after, everything would be perfect. So, she’d settle for perfect-for-her-for-now. Lifting a hand to run her hand down his stubbled jaw, Waverlee nodded. “I only want you. I take the shot ‘cause a friend told me years ago it’s easier than the pill. We’re covered tonight. Just make me yours, Shaw,” she begged, wrapping her legs around his lean waist and looping her arms around his neck.
“Hold onto me, baby. This may sting,” he warned gently as he slowly flexed his hips, pushing the tip of his cock inside her passage and stretching her carefully. “Just breathe, sweet girl,” he coached softly against her ear as her low whimper of discomfort froze him in place. “You okay?” he asked, lifting his head to stare down into her watery eyes.
Swallowing hard as she felt the slight pinch of his penetration, Waverlee nodded. “Please, Shaw, just do it,” she urged.
“Waverlee, I don’t wanna hurt you, darlin,” he denied as he started to draw his hips back. “Let me go down on you again…maybe that will relax you a bit more.”
“No! Don’t stop now!” She yelped, tightening her legs around his waist and lifting her hips to force his dick deeper inside her, hissing as he slid past the barrier guarding her innocence, the burning tear pulling a gasp of pain from her lips.
“Shit, Waverlee! No, baby, you’ll hurt yourself!” Shaw cursed as she punched her hips upward, impaling herself on him as his cock broke through her thin hymen and her choppy breath gusted against his neck. “Fuck,” he hissed, his hand tightening around the back of her thigh as her tight walls closed around him. “Say something, sweetheart,” he pled desperately as her hand moved over his sweat-slick back.
Blowing a long breath through her nose, Waverlee forced her tense muscles to loosen. “I’m okay. Really, Shaw. It hurt for a moment, but its better now,” she reassured him with a small smile.
“Baby, you should have waited for me,” he chide
d, bending his head to kiss away the stray tears on her cheek as he kept his body perfectly still.
“I didn’t want you to leave me,” Waverlee confided as she ran her toes up and down the back of his hairy leg. “It was worth a few moments of being uncomfortable to keep you inside me,” she continue with a shy smile. “I can feel you….throbbing.”
“Trust me, sweetheart, I feel it, too, but I’m trying like hell not to move here,” he replied through clenched teeth as sweat dotted his brow. “You feel amazing, but I don’t wanna do any more damage.”
Shaking her head, Waverlee lifted her hips experimentally, catching her breath as he slid impossibly deeper and a fire began to quicken within her. “That felt good,” she breathed, curling her arms more tightly around him.
“Sweet girl, you are killing me,” Shaw groaned. “I’m a heartbeat away from losing control and fucking you the way the caveman inside me demands.”
Gasping as his dick involuntarily flexed inside her again and bumped against that phenomenal spot that Shaw had introduced her to, Waverlee nodded eagerly. “Yes! Do it,” she urged him as her pussy gushed around his cock, making her slicker….wetter. “Fuck me, Shaw,” she begged, lifting her hips and squirming against his hard body as he closed his eyes and clenched his jaw.
“You sure?” he asked, the sound of his voice tight and restrained. It was obvious to even a novice like her that her lover was scant heartbeats away from losing the hold he had on his control.
“Give it to me, Crenshaw. Give me everything,” Waverlee demanded, punctuating her order by gently biting the column of his throat.
“Your wish is my command, sweet girl. Hang on tight,” Shaw bit out as he thrust deeply inside her, gripping her leg as he sank into her pussy. “Fuck, you’re tight! You feel like a velvet fist strangling my cock,” he groaned, setting a hard rhythm that had the bed bumping against the wall with every downward stroke of his dick.
Moaning as he ground the base of his cock against her clit every time he shifted deeply inside her, Waverlee’s eyes nearly rolled back in her head. This felt good… much better than anything she’d ever imagined in her most wicked dreams. Thick and hard, his cock filled her up in a way that she knew she’d be feeling tomorrow…and if she was lucky, the day after that, too. Every surge of his powerful hips drove his hot length deeper until he was tapping the mouth of her womb with every single thrust, and the sensations he was creating were indescribable. To say his possession of her body was life-altering would be a massive understatement. The word simply hadn’t been created yet to define what she was experiencing. Truthfully, she expected to see the face of God smiling down at her from the ceiling any moment.
It. Was. That. Good!
She didn’t think first times were supposed to be the bar by which a woman measured all future sexual encounters, but in her case, she knew that’s exactly what she’d be doing.
And quite frankly, she wanted to memorize every second of this because she doubted any man could ever replicate it.
Honestly, she never wanted to try.
Because no man could replace Crenshaw Jacobson.
Not in her pussy or her heart.
Fudging Fudgesicles! She was soooooo screwed!
Moaning as he shifted a hand between them to rub circles around her clit as his hips sped up, she knew she was getting closer to climax. “God, yes, Shaw! So, soooo good!”
“Never better, Waverlee. It’s never been better than this,” Shaw grunted as beads of sweat rolled down the side of his face. “Your beautiful pussy is suckin’ so sweet on my cock, baby. I never want this to end.”
That feeling was entirely mutual, she thought wildly as she tightened her legs around him and contracted her pussy around his cock, pulling a raw sound of pure animalistic pleasure from Shaw’s throat. Staring into his flushed face, she knew then and there that God had never created a more gorgeous man than the one currently riding her.
“Fuck, baby, I need you to get there,” Shaw’s jagged voice pleaded with her. “I’m so close, and I need you to go over the edge first, darlin’. Cum for me, Waverlee. Cum hard for me,” his deep voice beseeched as he pinched her clit between two fingers and simultaneously thrust deep inside her.
Opening her mouth on a soundless scream as white-hot currents of pure pleasure electrified her, her pussy contracted tightly around his length, caressing his cock in a way that pulled a rough shout from Shaw’s lips.
“Fuck, Waverlee! Yes, baby! Use that pussy to milk your man’s cock,” he groaned against her neck when his body began to shake as he filled her with long bursts of his thick cum. “God, yeah!” he growled, biting her shoulder as her pussy constricted around his length again, coaxing the last drops of his essence from his body.
Feeling him pull her body into his as he collapsed on his side with his dick still buried inside her, Waverlee couldn’t help her smile. Never in her life had she felt anything more powerful than their connection. Tilting her head back she looked at him with eyes that shined with happy tears. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“No, baby. Thank you. That was beyond anything I’ve ever felt in my life. You are, without question, a treasure I’ll spend the rest of my life keeping safe.”
“Shaw…”
“I know you said only one night, Waverlee, but that’s just not gonna work for me, sweetheart.”
Waverlee’s heart skipped a beat at hearing that. “Is that so?”
“That is very much so. I know you’re scared. I get that. You’ve been through a lot in your life, and our experiences define who we are in a lot of ways. So give me this much….start with giving me one more night.”
“One more night?” she echoed, silently thinking that sounded pretty good to her. She’d take one more night with him for as long as he was offering them.
“Yeah. One more night. Then, after that, we’ll re-evaluate and go from there. Deal?”
Nodding instantly, Waverlee beamed at him. “Deal!”
“Good.” Shaw grinned, dropping a kiss to her nose. “For now, though, this night is far from over. And there are quite a few more things I want to show you.”
“Really?” Waverlee breathed, lazily running her finger down the center of the happy trail on his chest until she reached his belly button.
“Oh, yeah. You ever heard of doin’ it doggy-style, sweet girl’?”
“No,” she denied with a slow smile.
“Well, you have now and I’m gonna teach you everything I know. Why don’t you turn over and show me that firm ass that I’ve been ogling for the past week. You and I are about to talk about the first thing that pops up.”
Flipping over onto her stomach with a giggle, Waverlee had a feeling she was going to be a very dedicated student for the remainder of the night.
Chapter Six
Shaw
Four Months Later
They were officially having the longest one night stand known to man. At this point, they simply had to be setting some kind of record, Shaw thought grumpily as he stared out the window of his house while he not-so-patiently waited to see Waverlee’s piece of shit Dodge Neon pull into his long driveway. The damn car was unsafe as hell, but like many things, Waverlee refused to change it. Or allow him to change it for her.
The damn woman was stubborn as hell when it came to taking so much as a breath mint from him.
Unofficially, they’d been together for a total of four months – though Waverlee would rather eat nails than admit they were a genuine couple and had been that way since the first night she’d allowed him to love her. No, instead, his woman insisted that they simply had an ongoing one night stand. Yep, every night since he’d taken her in their bed for the first time, before closing her eyes, Waverlee extended their relationship by ‘one more night’.
At first, he’d thought it was endearing, the way she’d found to both guard her heart and still let herself be with him. Now, months later, the whole thing just pissed him off. The infuriating woman had to know he wasn’
t going to abandon her the way each of her parents had. He’d done everything he could to show her how much he loved her. Well, at least everything she’d allow him to do.
She still refused to officially move in with him even though most of her possessions had steadily been gravitating to his house over the last couple of months. No, instead, on the first day of every month she was at Red Springs Realty paying rent on a piece of crap one bedroom apartment located in one of the worst parts of town. For weeks now, he’d begged her to give her notice, but each time he’d opened his mouth, she’d shaken her head, telling him that’s not what they had together. She was only staying one more night.
It was bullshit. He knew it, and so did she, but he continued to let her make her play.
But his patience was running thin.
Especially after watching his woman run on fumes over the last few weeks.
He’d tried gritting his teeth and letting her make her own choices, hoping like hell that she’d ask him for help. When that didn’t work, he’d approached her, begging her to give up at least one of her jobs and let him help support her until she finished her degree. She nearly left him over that inept proposal, irate that he was essentially offering to make her a “kept” woman. She’d furiously informed him that she was no man’s whore and began packing up the personal belongings she had all over his house. It had taken him almost two hours to convince her that he hadn’t meant his offer to sound quite as ruthless as it had come out. He’d simply seen how exhausted she was becoming as the months went on and he’d desperately wanted to help alleviate some of her stress. He’d pointed out that if she’d simply move in with him, she’d save almost a thousand dollars a month in rent…and that savings would allow her to quit her job at the bar.
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