Shana Mine

by Marilyn Lee

  “Sounds like a plan.”

  He slipped his arm around me. “I thought we could eat by the pool.”

  He led me through the house and out a side door. Two tables shielded by umbrellas were on the tiles near the pool, along with several large, well-padded lounge chairs. There was also a barbeque grill, which he fired up. “I’m hoping you settle for burgers and a salad or fries.”

  “Sounds great,” I said, slipping into the chair he held out for me. “I like mine well-done.”

  He brought me a glass of lemonade and some homemade garlic bread. I nibbled at the bread while watching him at the grill. He had a tight ass I looked forward to squeezing and clutching as we had sex.

  “If I’d known you had a pool, I’d had brought my swimsuit with me,” I said.

  He turned to grin at me. “You’re assuming I’d have allowed you to keep it on. And that’s a false assumption. I’m one of the men who loves his women large, dark, and naked—as often as possible.”

  “Caveman.”

  “Want to be my cavewoman?”

  “Hell no!”

  He laughed and turned back to the grille. “You should know I’ll be changing your mind.”

  That wouldn’t take much effort—as he’d soon learn.

  When the burgers were done we sat across from each other.

  I ate half the salad and took a few bites of the burger before I put it down and sat staring at him.

  He stared back, his food untouched.

  “What kind of women do you prefer, Taylor?” I asked, pushing my plate aside. My thoughts were on his sons’ obvious maternal heritage.

  “Why do you ask?”

  “Jasmin and I are nearly ten years your senior, plus-size, and black but your sons’ mother was…”

  “Their mother, Lisa, is slender with green eyes and blond hair. When I was younger I was into blondes.”

  “You’re still young,” I pointed out.

  He shrugged.

  “And now your preference is?”

  “And now…” he rose and walked around the table.

  I looked up at him. Damn he was so handsome and sexy.

  He bent to kiss my neck.

  I inhaled, rubbing my cheek against his. “And now?”

  “And now, I’d like to be in you.”

  I moistened my lips. “As in?”

  “I’d like to fuck you,” he said.

  Finally!

  “How much cajoling am I going to have to do to make that happen?”

  I smiled silently.

  Kneeling beside me, he placed a hand on my thigh, while leaning close to nibble at my ear.

  I removed his hand from my thigh and placed it inside my pants, next to my slit. “I’d like that too.”

  Looking in my eyes, he slipped his fingers under my thong and caressed my clit.

  I bit my lip. “Oh…that feels nice.” I parted my legs.

  He eased his fingers into my pussy and gently finger fucked me for several delicious moments.

  I closed my legs and humped myself against his fingers.

  Smiling, he leaned close and kissed me.

  Parting my lips, I continued to hump his fingers.

  He withdrew his hand and rose. “Let’s go upstairs.”

  Finally. I nodded and got up.

  He cupped my face between his hands and pressed a long, sweet kiss against my mouth.

  Feeling his tongue thrusting between my lips made me long for the same thrusting motion of his cock in my pussy. I sucked at his tongue before dragging my mouth away from his. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me,” I whispered.

  “Then let’s get this party started,” he took my hand in his.

  “I am so ready to do that.”

  We walked upstairs, hand in hand to his bedroom. He closed the door and led me over to the bed. He cupped my face in his hands and bent his head.

  I closed my eyes and lifted my face.

  He touched his mouth to mine in a series of quick, warm kisses before cupping one palm over my nape and slipping an arm around my waist.

  I leaned closer, parting my lips and sliding my arms around him.

  His arm tightened and he pressed his mouth against mine, kissing me with an insistent heat that would have melted an iceberg.

  I felt his tongue gliding between my lips and in my mouth. I moaned and melted into his arms, rubbing my breasts against him.

  I’ve always loved the intimacy that went with having sex, but what I felt for him surprised and delighted me. Even though I ached to feel his cock tunneling into my pussy, I also felt a sense of closeness I’ve never felt with any other man on such a sort acquaintance.

  I returned his kisses, allowing him to experience my eagerness for the coming intimacy.

  Taylor slid his palm from my waist into my pant bottoms.

  Oh hell yeah.

  His hand caressing and cupping my ass sent a rush of moisture into my thong.

  The long, lonely months without intercourse intensified with each touch and caress of his mouth and hands until I felt on fire. I ground my hips against his and dragged my lips from his. “Please,” I whispered. “Please.”

  “Today is all about pleasing you,” he promised.

  “A handsome man who wants to please me. I like the sound of that.”

  “You’re going to like the feel of it too.”

  I laughed. “I love a confident man.”

  “I’m very glad to hear that because I’m very confident. Now let’s get you undressed so I can drink in every lovely inch of your naked body.”

  “Strip me, handsome.”

  He pressed a quick kiss against my mouth before he stepped back and quickly removed my top, revealing my bra.

  With his gaze locked on my breasts, he reached out to pinch my nipples through the material.

  I closed my eyes, enjoying the scent of his cologne filling my nostrils and heightening my desire.

  Bending his head, he rained kisses on my cleavage and deftly unbuttoned and tossed my bra aside. After lifting his head, he stepped back to stare at my breasts.

  I smiled, cupping my breasts in my palms. “You like?”

  “Oh hell yeah. There’s nothing as beautiful as a lovely woman with large, natural breasts.”

  “They’d love to meet your lips, tongue, and hands.”

  Slipping his arms around me, he bent to tongue and suck my breasts while he palmed and massaged my ass.

  Lord that felt nice.

  When he stroked a hand around my body, he pressed a finger against my clit before sliding it inside me. I arched into him and moaned with pleasure. I loved the feel of his finger inside me.

  Kissing a path across to my other breast, he continued fingering me while massaging my ass.

  If his fingers felt so good, I couldn’t wait to feel his cock.

  He brought me to the brink of orgasm before he eased his fingers out of me.

  I gripped his arm. “Oh Lord Taylor, you can’t stop now.”

  “Don’t worry, sweet. I’m not stopping for long.” He bent to remove my shoes before pulling my pants and thong off.

  Just the way he stood staring at my naked body, as if consumed with desire, made my heart race.

  “Oh damn,” he said, his voice brusque. He cupped my face between his palms and kissed me until I burned for him. Then he took my hand in his and walked me over to the bed.

  I lay on my back with my legs parted, my pussy wet, and aching to welcome his cock.

  Kneeling at the foot of the bed, he lifted my right leg.

  I sighed with pleasure when he kissed the sole of my foot.

  “You have beautiful feet…hell, everything about you is beautiful,” he said and then sucked each toe.

  “Hmmm.”

  He trailed a path of warm kisses up the length of my inner thigh. “I love the feel of your skin under my lips.”

  The feel of his warm mouth against my slit sent chills of delight through me. I reached a hand down to curl my fin
gers in his long dark hair cascading over my legs. “Eat me,” I pleaded.

  He thrust his tongue against my clit and rained warm, moist kisses down my left inner leg to my foot. Each suck of each toe sent a rush of need through me.

  I moaned. “Eat me,” I begged again.

  With a final suck on my big toe, he rose and started to undress.

  I turned on my side to watch.

  He stripped off his clothes quickly and then stood to allow me to feast on him.

  Lord what a sight. Tall, muscular but not overly muscular, he had wide shoulders, a big chest, well-defined abs, and long legs. Even semi-erect, the sight of his cock made my stomach muscles clench.

  I licked my lips and wiggled my hips on the bed. “Taylor…”

  He stood staring at my pussy for what felt like forever before he finally rejoined me on the bed.

  To my surprise, instead of positioning himself between my legs, he slid up my body and settled between my thighs with his bare, semi-erect cock pressed against my belly.

  “Oh God!” I sucked in a breath and closed my eyes to more fully savor the absolutely delicious wonder of having a big, hard male body on top of me for the first time in months.

  Nibbling at my neck, he rubbed his cock against my body. “You make me so hard.”

  Lord I was so aroused, my pussy flooded and I stroked my hands down his back to clutch his ass. I longed to reach between our bodies and stroke him until he was nice and hard and thick, and then push his bare cock deep inside me.

  “What are you going to do about it?” I asked.

  He turned his head and pressed his mouth against mine. His tongue slid between my lips. I dug my nails in his ass and humped against him.

  In response, he reached between our bodies to grip his cock and rubbed it against my pussy.

  A shudder of pleasure was overshadowed by the realization that he wore no condom, was nearly fully erect, and just inches from my pussy. Tearing my mouth from his, I pushed against his shoulders. “Taylor?”

  He slid his hand up to cup my neck and recaptured my mouth, pushing his tongue between my lips.

  I stiffened and struggled not to panic. He was big and strong and if he decided he wanted his bare cock inside me, I’d have a hard time trying to stop him. The realization shook me. What the hell was I doing lying naked under a man I didn’t know?

  Almost as if he sensed my sudden uncertainty, he lifted his mouth from mine. “No.” He brushed his lips against my cheek. “It’s all right, sweet. You don’t ever need to be afraid of me.” He lifted his head.

  I opened my eyes, taking slow deep breaths.

  “You don’t need to worry that you’ll have to fight me off or that I’ll try to go raw in you. Even though I’ve never wanted to go raw in any woman more, I won’t.”

  Looking into his eyes, I believed him. The tension left my body. “Thank you,” I whispered.

  “For what?”

  “For that reassurance. I needed to hear it.”

  He smiled. “I have no desire or need to force any intimacy you don’t want.” He brushed his lips against my ear. “I want you to want me inside you.”

  I clutched him close again, curling my fingers in his hair. “I do want you but I don’t have unsafe sex.”

  “Neither do I, sweet. I love my guys to death but I’m not interested in having any more kids.”

  “Neither am I.”

  “So we’ll enjoy each other—safely.”

  “Oh yes. Please enjoy me and my pussy and let me enjoy your cock.” I turned my head and kissed him.

  He kissed me back, rubbing his cock against me.

  I shuddered. “Put on a condom and love me,” I urged.

  “I’m not going to need one this time,” he pulled out of my arms and kissed a wet path down my body. He rubbed his cheek against my stomach.

  “Why not?” I asked, stroking my fingers through his hair.

  “Because we’re not having intercourse.”

  I stiffened. What the fuck did a woman have to do to get a fuck out of him? “What?”

  He laughed. “Don’t worry, sweet. I’ve going to make you very happy today.” He trailed his tongue down my belly to the top of my slit.

  I wiggled my hips. “How?”

  He gently nibbled at my clit before repositioning my hips and settling down to eat me.

  Oh lord. I closed my eyes and tightened my fingers in his hair.

  He slipped two fingers inside my pussy. Keeping his tongue pressed against my clit, he fingered me.

  Oh yeah. The long, steady pressure of his fingers thrusting in and out of me and his skillful tongue and mouth on my clit propelled me to a quick, powerful orgasm. As the tension built in the pit of my belly and exploded down to my pussy, I crushed his face against me and gushed against his lips as I came. “Ahhhh…ahhh.”

  He slipped his palms under my ass, tilted my hips, and licked and sucked at me as I shuddered and moaned through my climax. When my release ended, he kissed my pussy and slid up the bed to lie behind me with one hand cupping my pussy and the other splayed across my breasts.

  I curled my body back against his, sighing with contentment. “Oh lord that was good.”

  “Glad you liked it, sweet,” he murmured against my neck.

  “Hmmm. What about you? You haven’t come yet.”

  He released my pussy long enough to reach down to pull the cover up over our nude bodies before he kissed my neck. “Don’t worry about me. I told you I wanted the first time to be all about you.”

  Touched, I turned my head to kiss him. “Thank you.”

  “My pleasure, sweet.”

  I closed my eyes. After a few minutes lying in his embrace to savor the afterglow of my climax, I was going to pleasure him. Either we’d have intercourse or I’d suck his cock or both.

  * * *

  I woke later to feel warm lips caressing mine. When I opened my eyes, Taylor, fully dressed and looking freshly showered, sat on the side of the bed. He smiled and caressed my cheek. “I’ve washed your underwear and there’s a new toothbrush in the bathroom, along with a warm bath waiting for you.”

  I stroked a hand down his cheek. “You’re too good to be true.”

  He shook his head. “No. I’m not. What you see is what you’ll get.”

  A thoughtful lover considerate enough to wash my underwear and run a bath all before he’s sought any sexual satisfaction for himself. Clearly, I’d died and gone to heaven. “Where have you been all my life?”

  “I’m here now,” he said, kissed my lips and rose. “You don’t want your water to cool. Everything you need is in the bathroom, including an mp3 player with over five hundred of my favorite songs. Hopefully there’s something you’ll like.” He pointed to an open door across the room. “The bathroom is through that door, sweet.”

  Feeling at ease with him, I slipped out of bed and walked towards the bathroom.

  He let out a low wolf whistle.

  Smiling, I blew him a kiss over my shoulder before continuing through the open doorway.

  The bathroom had a large shower with frosted doors and a modern tub with jets and soft, recessed lights surrounding the tub. A heated towel rack stood at one end of the tub.

  Taking a moment to choose from a collection of bath salts, I added them and slipped into the tub. I found some jazz I liked, put in the ear buds, and lay back until the cooling water roused me.

  After drying off, I wrapped a towel around my body and went back into the bedroom.

  Taylor had made the bed and my freshly laundered underwear lay in the middle, along with my shoulder bag. My clothing lay across the bedrail.

  Smiling at his consideration, I dressed, and made up my face. Then I went downstairs. Following the sound of jazz, I found Taylor seated in the living room.

  He immediately rose and crossed the room to kiss my cheek. “Have dinner with me?”

  I put my arm around his waist and smiled at him. “I’d love to.”

  He hugged me
and walked me over to the loveseat. Seating me, he crossed the room to the bar. “Would you like a drink?”

  What I wanted was to spend the night in bed with his hard cock thrusting deep in and out of my pussy. I shook my head. “No thanks.”

  He returned to sit beside me, placing arm along the back of the loveseat. “Tell me about your marriage.”

  “My ex and I grew apart, but we’ve remained civil for the sake of our kids.”

  “Did you love him?”

  “Yes. He was my first love and I was his but we married so young that when we grew up we realized we had very little in common. Still, the divorce was difficult for me to deal with for a long time because he was the only man I’d ever loved.

  “What happened between you and your sons’ mother? Didn’t you want to marry her?”

  “Not really, but her parents pressured me and I would have caved and married her but my parents wouldn’t give their consent.”

  “And when you were old enough to marry on your own?”

  “I no longer imagined myself in love and I was enjoying the mystique women like to weave around Native American males and sleeping with everyone in sight. I only slowed down a few years ago when my sons started to develop an interest in girls. I don’t want them to make the mistakes I’ve made so I’m trying to set a good example.”

  “How do they react when they meet your women?”

  “They’ve never met any of them.”

  That surprised me. “None?”

  “None. I can’t see any point in confusing them by introducing them to women who are just a means to an end.”

  “That’s cold.”

  “You asked and I’m being honest. I’ve never been interested enough in any woman to bring her into my guys’ lives.”

  “But you’ve had a lot women in your life?”

  “Yes. I like women and they like me so we often ended up in bed.” He squeezed my shoulders. “What about you and men after your divorce?”

  “There were only two. The last one dumped me after three years.”

  “No shit. Recently?”

  “Yes. It happened just over six months ago.”

  “Did you love him?”

  “No, but I was damned fond of him.”

  “I’m selfishly glad it didn’t work out between you two.”

  I smiled and leaned back against him. “So am I—now that’s we’ve met.”