Finding Shayla

by M C Wilson

  And then Cayenne was gently stroking her where her legs met. Shayla wanted to scream for more, but let Cayenne set the pace. She was lovingly dragging her fingers along her outer lips.

  “Are you okay?” Cayenne said.

  Shayla couldn’t speak. She was a mixture of terror and arousal. She nodded and braced herself.

  She felt Cayenne’s fingers tease her inner lips. She lightly tugged on them. Shayla was in heaven. She’d never been this turned on. Slowly, tenderly, Cayenne slipped a finger inside her. Shayla arched up to take her.

  “Oh, dear God,” she said.

  “You all right?”

  “Oh, God yes.”

  “Tell me if we need to stop.”

  But Shayla never wanted to stop. She wanted Cayenne to take her completely. Cayenne slipped another finger in her and she began to move in and out. Slowly, taking her time, and presumably giving Shayla a chance to stop.

  “You feel so good,” Shayla said.

  “As do you, my love. As do you.”

  She continued what she was doing, and Shayla felt herself trembling. Everything was right. Cayenne was making love to her. She was normal again.

  “I’d like to taste you,” Cayenne said.

  “Huh?”

  “Just relax, babe. I’m not going to hurt you.”

  Shayla watched as Cayenne kissed down her body until she was between her legs. And then she felt Cayenne’s tongue. It was softer than her fingers, yet just as persistent. She finally took Shayla’s throbbing nerve center in her mouth.

  Shayla was feeling too many things. She was in heaven but also hell. She needed something. She was tight and trembling. She needed to make the tightness stop, but how?

  And then Cayenne did something. Shayla didn’t know what but all the tightness inside her let loose and she felt like she was made of liquid heat. The heat coursed through her veins. Over and over it pulsated through her. She finally relaxed, strangely content.

  When she could trust her voice, she opened her eyes and looked into Cayenne’s.

  “What happened?” she breathed.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, what happened?”

  “You had an orgasm. Have you never had one before?” Shayla shook her head. “Well, congratulations. I’m honored to have given you your first.”

  “Wow.”

  Cayenne chuckled.

  “I’m going to hold you now, okay? It’s fine if you doze off.”

  And Shayla did doze. She was safe and comfortable in Cayenne’s arms. And she felt whole. Complete. Normal. It was a wonderful feeling.