“Abby, I get it.”
I quickly try to interrupt, but he’s not having it.
“No, stop.” He frames my face. “You were blindsided and overwhelmed with what happened to Sylvia. And even though we’d gotten to know each other a bit—some bits better than others,” he says with a wink, “we’re still learning about one another. And here I am, trying to insert myself into your life and nearly take over. I have a feeling you’re capable of handling anything that comes your way, but I’d like to be there to help you along the way. If that’s okay with you?”
I relax beneath his touch. “If it means I’m forgiven, then I’m more than okay with that.”
“Good, because there’s nothing to forgive. Now, can I finish getting you naked?”
I giggle. “I’ll help.” I whip my top over my head and watch as he follows my lead, ridding himself of his shirt.
He steps forward and surprises me by scooping me up into his arms. As he makes his way down the hall, I laugh, burying my face in his neck. Once inside his bedroom, he stands me on my feet and kisses me, weakening my knees so I have to hold onto him for support. But I won’t complain.
My hands can’t get enough of him. I glide over his shoulders, down his arms, making my way further south. Once I get to the button on his shorts, I work them loose and slide them, along with his underwear, down his body. I kneel on the floor in front of him, marveling at his beautifully naked body. I circle his erection before taking it in a firm grasp, loving the feel of his hard thickness. Glancing up, I see his eyes close as his breath hisses, enjoying my touch. While caressing his perfect ass with one hand, I use the other to guide his erection into my mouth.
His sharp intake is followed by a moan. His hands go to my head, gently threading his fingers into my hair, massaging my scalp. He doesn’t push or pull, guide or restrain me, but allows me to set the pace of the pleasure.
I test the limits of his length, taking him in as far as I can, tightening my lips around him. As I begin to pull back, I run my tongue along him until I get to the tip, where I gently suckle. I swirl my tongue and take him in again, shallow this time, working only on the tip. I get so caught up in my actions, my teeth nip a bit too aggressively I guess, as Shaun stills me with his words.
“Careful. The words eat me aren’t meant to be literal.”
“Sorry.” I release him into my hand.
He pulls me up into a standing position. “Don’t be sorry. It felt amazing.”
I grin. “I’m glad you liked it.”
“Now let me do amazing things to you.” Before I can reply, he takes my lips in a hungry kiss. When he breaks away, he practically growls, “Time for you to get naked.” He quickly frees me of the remainder of my clothes, and his look of hunger thrills me. “On the bed, Abby.”
I sit down and scoot back on the bed as he advances on me. As I stay propped on my elbows, I watch a wicked grin take shape as he moves my legs apart, kneeling between them. He bends down, resting on his hands and knees, looking like a wild beast with his mussed hair and penetrating eyes. My blood sizzles and my head is spinning, knowing he’s ready to devour me.
He lowers himself between my legs and starts feasting. My head falls back as I voice my approval with a guttural cry I can’t believe came out of my mouth. There’s nothing tentative about his assault. He immediately sucks hard on my clit while his fingers invade my core. He plunges in and out while his mouth works me over, works me up. It doesn’t take long at all for me to reach that peak. Clutching at the sheet isn’t enough to anchor me as I no longer feel tethered to anything solid.
I rocket skyward, exploding, screaming. Just when I think I can’t handle anymore, I urge him on to extend the pleasure, begging for more. After one last flick of his tongue, he moves away, and I instantly want him back.
Shaun moves off the bed to get a condom. I follow, taking the package from him. He questions with his eyes, but I only smile as I gently guide him with a push back toward the bed. “To the middle,” I say.
He complies, climbing onto the bed, grinning at me. I follow, kneeling by his side. As I tear open the package, removing the condom, I straddle his legs. Slowly, tortuously, I slide the protective sheath over his erect penis, covering him completely. I watch his eyes begin to close as I inch my way up and over him, my thighs locking around his hips like a vise. I seductively slide myself over his cock, grinding on him. He reaches up to squeeze my breasts, teasing the nipples until they’re hard and aching. Just like him.
“You’re torturing me,” he says on a groan.
“Am I?” I say coyly.
“Abby. Put me inside you.”
God, if that isn’t a turn-on. My head feels light and elated. My body yearns for him.
I guide him to me and stroke him across my slickness before positioning him at my entrance. His restraint at not pushing into me is astonishing. Time to reward him.
I don’t bother with a slow entry. Instead, I thrust him inside of me, seating myself until our pelvic bones meet.
“God, Abby.” He pulls me to his chest, circling his arms around my back. My hands frame his head as I bury my face in his neck. We stay locked together, neither moving yet. I feel him pulsing inside me as I clench around him. His arms withdraw from around me as his fingers tickle my ribs. I rise up, bracing my hands on his shoulders.
Another wicked grin crosses his face as I begin to rotate my hips. I smile in return as I begin more movement. Retreat and advance, back and forth I move until he’s moving with me, thrusting up and down. Our pace quickens, moving in sync with one another. My thighs begin a slow burn, but I don’t care. The pleasure overrides the pain, enveloping me in nothing but ecstasy.
Shaun reaches between us, thumbing my clit as I continue to move over him. I draw back to allow him more access, knowing I’m going to be rewarded as well. His touch begins to build tension again while I perform mini-thrusts, allowing shallow penetration.
We’re both climbing, striving to reach that height, that apex of emotion that will set us free. Our speed increases, our demands more intense. Harder and faster we go, sprinting to the finish line. One last surge and we’re there. Shaun groans as I call out to him. Our breathing is rapid and our movements convulsive. Our bodies are slapping together, draining each other of every ounce of pleasure.
I collapse onto his chest, continuing to grind on him, not wanting this wondrous euphoria to end. I feel his arms around me, stroking my back, my buttocks. His lips place a kiss on my shoulder. His touch tickles and entices. I pull up to look at him and am definitely rewarded by his expression. Completely satiated.
“That was the best loss of control I’ve ever had,” I softly say.
“My pleasure.”
“And mine too.”
“Yeah.” He cradles my face and guides me down for a kiss. A lingering, tongue-involving, thoroughly devouring kiss.
I slowly, reluctantly withdraw from him. As I look down his body, taking in the magnificent sight, I’m puzzled when I don’t see the condom. I quickly look up to him then back down again. “Um, Shaun.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I think we lost the condom.” I swing my leg away from his body as he sits up.
He chuckles before saying, “Well, if it’s not on me, there’s only one other place it can be.” His eyes travel down me to rest between my legs, then quickly looks back up at my face.
My eyes widen, my mouth forming an ‘O’. I launch myself off the bed and run to the bathroom. I hear him call out to me, but I hastily close the door. I spread my legs, fingering myself, trying to find the end of the condom. Letting out a sigh of relief when I do, I pull it out and deposit it in the toilet. I use this opportunity to take care of business and wash up. Just as I’m drying, I hear a soft rap on the door.
“Abby, everything okay?”
I open the door, trying not to drown in embarrassment. “Yep, all good. Sorry about that.”
He opens the door wider and enters the room gri
nning. “Nothing to be sorry for. I suppose in your position, I’d probably freak out a little too.”
I start to protest, then think better of it, because, yeah, I did freak a little. “All right, I did freak. Has that ever happened to you before?” What the hell am I asking him that for? Just as he opens his mouth to speak, I hold up my hand and stop him. “Never mind, that was stupid. You don’t have to answer that. Why don’t I just get my things and I’ll be on my way.”
I start to hand him the towel, only he takes it and throws it in the sink. “Running again? What the hell, Abby? I thought we were on the same page? Are you regretting any of this?”
Am I mistaken, or is there anger in his questions? I look at him and see a scowl.
“No! God, no. Why would I regret the best experiences of my life? I guess I just thought…”
“What? I had my roll and now you can go?”
“No. Yes. I don’t know.” I throw my hands up in frustration. “I’m in unfamiliar territory here, Shaun. I don’t know what to do, what to expect.”
“Well, what do you want?” He crosses his hands over his chest, standing unashamed in all his naked glory.
Meanwhile I fumble around, shifting from one foot to another, crossing my hands over my breasts, wishing a robe would suddenly materialize around me. “Me?”
“Yes, you. The delightfully spunky woman who was beginning to show more confidence. The beautifully naked woman who just gave me some of the best experiences in my life.”
“Really?” I whisper.
Shaun unfolds his arms, bringing them to my shoulders. “Yes, Abby, really. So tell me, what is it you want?”
Without hesitation, I say exactly what is running through my mind. “I want to shower and eat and do this all over again until morning comes.”
His face transforms as a brilliant smile emerges. “Good to know we’re on the same page.”
It’s my turn to smile as I throw my arms around him.
So, after our giddy hug—well, I felt giddy, I don’t think guys feel giddy—we take turns showering and dressing, and then decide to go out for dinner. While out, we make a stop by my place so I can check on it and grab some different clothes. After dinner, we buy ice cream and more condoms, and return to his place to watch a movie.
While in the process of devouring the ice cream, I show Shaun just how much confidence I’ve gained as I begin my plan of devouring him. I take his bowl out of his hands and set it aside, and before he can protest, I kneel before him. He certainly doesn’t protest when I work on his shorts, and he assists by lifting, allowing me to slip them off. We stare at one another as I take his hard length in my hands and stroke him until he closes his eyes, his moan breaking the silence.
I touch my tongue to his tip, tasting the drop of salty sweetness before I wrap my lips around him and take him all the way into my mouth.
“Damn, Abby,” Shaun groans. “That feels fantastic.”
His fingers thread through my hair, gently massaging my scalp while all I do is purr with excitement, knowing I’m making him feel good. My pace increases, and so does the force of my suction as Shaun’s hips begin to move. I continue my efforts, and I know he’s close when he tries to get me to stop.
“Abby, wait… I don’t… I can’t…” His voice is raspy and sexy, and I’m thrilled I can be the cause of that. I’m also unbelievable turned on as well.
He tries to still my movement, but I’m more determined than ever as I fist the base of his erection and give one more pull, causing him to explode. With a guttural cry, his body quakes and I swallow down all he has to give. I continue to watch his gorgeous body as he begins to relax, and after releasing him, he opens his eyes to look at me. We smile at each other.
“You are amazing,” he says. Then he’s reaching down to haul me onto his lap, sealing his lips to mine.
I close my eyes and begin to lose myself in his kiss. I feel one arm wrap around my back before I’m startled by his hand easily working its way into the lounge pants I changed into earlier, my garments doing nothing to deter him. I gasp as I open my eyes and see his wicked grin. He plunges his fingers inside me while stroking my clit with his thumb, and I instinctively rock my hips, moaning my approval.
“That’s it, Abby, your turn to come.”
It doesn’t take long for my orgasm to break, and Shaun covers my mouth, stealing my screams as I shatter.
Once my body returns to somewhat normal, Shaun removes his hand from between my legs to wrap his arm around me and pull me close. My arms go around him as well, thoroughly enjoying the feel of our bodies close.
“I think it’s time for sleep,” he whispers.
“Mm hmm, I’m already half-way there.”
Shaun chuckles as he maneuvers us off the couch and into the bedroom where we shed the remainder of our clothes before climbing into bed.
After the uncertainty I felt earlier, I fall asleep in Shaun’s arms feeling certain tomorrow will be a brighter day.
Even if it is a Monday.
****
Monday morning quickly comes and goes with more toe-curling sex, a run in the park, followed by more sex in the shower, followed by breakfast. Since I wasn’t expected back to work until Tuesday, we’d have another day to spend entirely with one another.
And Shaun made it pretty clear he wanted to spend every moment with me. Was I going to argue? Absolutely not. I couldn’t have been happier. And I made that pretty clear to him too.
Monday afternoon is spent with Sylvia and Millie as they tell us about their visit to the Independent Living Community. It turned out to be the one. They were so impressed with the facility, the staff, and the other residents that they didn’t even want to bother looking elsewhere. It took a lot of the sadness away knowing that this was going to make them happy. Sylvia and Millie had been best friends for most of their lives. And with no remaining family of her own, Millie was considered family to Sylvia.
Now the plan was to begin packing and making arrangements for their move, because it was going to happen soon. Like, two weeks, soon. The facility has openings, so the ladies are going to jump on the opportunity. Richard would be taking care of most of the arrangements, but Shaun and I still offered what help where and whenever we could.
After collecting boxes and spending a few hours at Sylvia’s, we do the same at Millie’s. By the time evening rolls around, we are told to skedaddle.
“Are you sure that’s all we can do for you, Millie?”
“Yes, Abby. You and Shaun have been more than helpful. I can’t tell you enough how much I, well, both Sylvia and I, appreciate you two. Now it’s time for you to go have fun elsewhere. Any special plans for your day tomorrow?”
“Not really…”
“Actually, yes,” Shaun interjected.
“Oh?” I questioned.
“It’s a surprise. I’m cooking something up for her,” he says to Millie.
Her eyes light up with amusement. “Isn’t that sweet.”
“I hope so,” he says, pulling me close.
All I do is flash him a curious smile.
We say our goodbyes and return to Shaun’s where I am getting very comfortable, very quickly.
It makes me nervous… like, this is too good to be true and when is the other shoe going to drop?
“Abby, I need to call Drake. Be right back.” Shaun kisses my forehead as he moves down the hall to the bedroom while I’m chillaxin’ quite nicely on the couch.
I must have dozed off without realizing because I’m startled by Shaun’s lips on my ear. “Hey, sleepyhead,” he coos.
“Mmm, sorry. Didn’t know I was so tired. Call go okay?”
Shaun snuggles by my side, playing with my hair. “Yep. Tomorrow we’ll return your rental, and then Drake and Rachel will pick us up.”
“Nice. Is this part of the surprise you’re cooking up?”
“Maybe…” His mouth begins working its way down my neck and across my collarbone while his hand is making its way
up my shirt.
“No hints?”
“None.”
“Can I guess?”
“You can try,” he says in between nibbles. “But I’m not divulging a thing.”
“Hmmm…” I lose all concentration as he works his hands beneath my legs and around my shoulders, cradling me to his warm body.
He proceeds to take me to the bedroom and gently lowers me to the bed. He looks me in the eye while stroking my cheek. “I’ll tell you this much—tomorrow, you’re going to experience the best high of your life. Now, about ravishing your body…”
He claims my mouth and, well, the rest of me.
Chapter Sixteen
After only a few days, this was getting all too comfortable. Waking up in Shaun’s bed and feeling as if we’ve been together for years.
Crazy how quickly this attachment has taken hold of me, considering my initial reluctance at letting him in. And crazy to think I wouldn’t mind it keeping hold for a long time to come.
Question is, is he feeling the same? Is he thinking beyond today, tomorrow…?
My mind is a jumbled mess.
I breathe deep, calming myself, willing myself to relax.
I’m startled out of my become-one-with-myself moment by Shaun lightly pinching my rear. “Hey,” I weakly protest.
“Don’t you ever shut your mind off?” His voice is sleepy-gruff in a sexy-sort-of-way.
“Not really.” I sigh. “I mean, I try, but sometimes it’s like ten hamsters on the wheel at once. I think I need more yoga.”
“Or more mind-numbing sex,” he offers. He casually slides his hand over my hip and in between my thighs, stoking the embers he left smoldering from last night.
“Or that.” I moan as his hand does wonderful things to me and I forget all about whatever it was I was just thinking about.
Yep, I could get used to this every morning.
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