Shana Mine

by Marilyn Lee

  He glanced at his watch. “Where would you like to have dinner?”

  “Some place where we can dance.”

  “And after dinner?” He brushed his fingers against the side of my neck. “Will you spend the night with me?”

  I hesitated, recalling those brief moments earlier when I’d panicked because I wasn’t sure of him. Then I remembered how quickly he’d reassured me. Sleeping with a man I’d only known for a day was sheer madness. But despite our cultural and age differences, there was something about being with Taylor that had felt right. I’d been aware of it from the moment we met. Each moment spent with him intensified that certainty.

  “Oh hell yeah,” I said again.

  “I spend Wednesday nights with my guys, but I’m hoping you’ll consider spending the other nights you’re here with me.”

  Considering how I was already feeling, I knew that probably wouldn’t be a good idea. Nevertheless the thought of spending a night alone that I could spend with him didn’t make sense. I’d be back in San Francisco soon enough and I didn’t intend to have any regrets for not having made the most of the short amount of time we had together. “I’ll consider it,” I said.

  He bent his head to muzzle my neck. “How long do I have to help you make the decision?”

  I placed a hand over his hair. “If you keep this up, I’ll make it right now,” I said.

  He laughed and lifted his head to smile at me. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”

  “I’m glad you think so.”

  “How could I not?” He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it. “Would you like to put me out of my misery and let me take you back to your hotel to get your luggage before we go out to dinner?”

  I stared at him. He was young, handsome, and clearly found me attractive. The powerful attraction was mutual. Why should I waste time pretending otherwise? “Yes. Our next time together will be all about you,” I promised as I leaned close to kiss his warm, firm lips.

  He leaned away from me. “Don’t start anything you’re not prepared to finish right now,” he warned.

  “Who says I’m not ready to finish it?” I demanded.

  He inhaled slowly before shaking his head and rising. “Let’s go get your luggage and head out to dinner. Then the night will be all ours.”

  “Sounds like a plan.”

  After picking up my luggage from the hotel, we had dinner in Chinatown.

  “Are you dating anyone?” he asked.

  I shook my head. “I had just starting thinking about dating again when Jasmin asked me to come here to see you.”

  “I’m glad she decided to dump me before I could dump her.”

  “Or we wouldn’t have met?”

  He arched a brow.

  “What?”

  He shook his head. “I told you I was smitten the moment I saw you. And you should know that I haven’t slept with anyone since I saw your picture.”

  “I’m touched,” I said.

  “You’re going to be fucked,” he countered.

  “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

  He laughed. “Would you like anything else?”

  Just you buried deep inside me. “No.”

  We drove along the Benjamin Franklin Parkway and took pictures in front of the Rocky statue at the foot of the Philadelphia Museum of Art. I was surprised to see so many couples sitting on the steps.

  We joined them to enjoy the beauty of the starlit night. He sat two steps above me with his arms around me. Leaning back against him while staring up at the stars, a feeling that had very little to do with passion overwhelmed me. Within the circle of his arms, I knew I wanted more from him than a few short days and nights of passion. I wanted to get to know him and have our lives intertwined.

  Shaken by the realization, I turned my head to look at him.

  He met my gaze, a slow smile spreading across his handsome face.

  “It’s a beautiful night,” I said.

  “Being with you makes it even more beautiful,” he responded.

  And you are so handsome and sexy, being with you is like winning the lottery.

  We remained on the steps for another twenty minutes before we decided to leave. We walked to his car, hand in hand. On the drive back to his house, he stopped at a convenience store to buy me a bouquet of flowers and a ridiculously expensive red and white teddy bear with I heart you on its chest.

  I stared at the bear and then up at him as he finished paying for it.

  He arched a brow and then gave me one of those slow, sexy smiles of his that made me burn for him. I couldn’t deny the powerful attraction I felt for him.

  Chapter Four

  At his house, he poured me a drink and then went to carry my suitcase up to his bedroom. I turned out the lights and stood in front of the large windows, staring up at the moonlit sky.

  When he returned to the living room, I put my untouched drink down and walked across the room to him. I reached behind him to release his hair so it fell across his shoulders. Then I linked my arms around his neck. “It’s your turn,” I whispered, lifting my mouth for a kiss.

  He engulfed me in his arms and bent to kiss me with a fierce intensity I felt all through my body.

  I responded with a passion I knew signified my willingness and desire to rock his world that night.

  His big hands caressing and massaging my ass set me on fire.

  I curled my fingers in his hair and reached between our bodies to rub my hand against his hardening cock. “I want to feel you deep inside me…filling me up.”

  He slipped his hands in my pants and slapped each cheek while he sucked hard at my neck.

  I knew he intentionally wanted to leave a hickey and the thought sent a thrill through me. I clutched his head close as he continued to suck at my neck. “Brand me, baby,” I encouraged.

  When he finally lifted his head, my thong was flooded and I was on fire with the need to feel him inside me.

  I leaned against him, my heart racing. “I need to feel you inside me.”

  Smiling, he reclaimed my mouth, thrusting his tongue inside.

  I moaned against his lips rubbing myself against his hard cock.

  He gently lowered me onto the carpet, his mouth never leaving my hungry one.

  I welcomed the weight of his big body onto mine. I slipped my arms around his broad shoulders and clung to him, parting my legs so he could slip between my thighs. Lord he felt so good.

  We lay kissing and grinding against each other until I unzipped his pants and pushed my fingers inside to curl around his cock.

  He was hard and fully aroused and I ached to feel him sliding in me. I tore my mouth from his. I eagerly massaged and pumped him. “Condoms,” I whispered, easing his hard length out of his pants.

  He groaned and moved off me. Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out his wallet and quickly rolled it over himself.

  I sat on my haunches, staring at him. I was only seconds away from feeling his big, hard shaft powering into my body. He was longer and thicker than all my other lovers.

  Mindlessly, I reached my hands out to cup his balls in one hand and pumped him with my other.

  He leaned close to whisper in my ear. “Are you just going to pump me all night or would you like to feel my dick in your pussy?”

  Feverish to be fucked, I stood up and started undressing.

  He rose too and we tore at each other’s clothes until we were both naked. Devoid of clothes, we fell back onto the floor together in a tangle of arms and legs rubbing against each other.

  I turned onto my back and reached for him. “Taylor…Taylor…”

  He sprawled on his stomach and licked and nibbled at my slit, making me wetter and hotter.

  “No…no.” I wiggled my hips. “I need you inside me.”

  He spent several more moments eating my pussy before he finally kissed his way up my trembling body and slipped between my thighs, resting his weight on his extended arms.

  At the feel of
his big, hard body, pressing down onto mine, I shivered with need. “Please!” I whispered, reaching between our bodies to grip his cock. I rubbed it along my slit. “Love me.”

  He stared down at me, his eyes dark with desire. “I should make love to you our first time, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to fuck you instead.”

  “Oh baby! That’s what I want,” I told him. “Let the fucking begin—now!” I gripped his lean hips and jerked down on them while I thrust mine off the carpet. And oh lord I nearly meowed like an alley cat as I felt his long, hard, thick cock pushing up into my wet, aching pussy.

  He slid in quick and deep, filling me as no other man ever had.

  For a moment, we lay still, staring into each other’s eyes and enjoying the sheer beauty of having his cock locked inside my pussy. I felt so full.

  Then he groaned and shoved his hips forward.

  I shuddered and gasped in delighted surprised as the movement sent another delicious inch or two of cock inside me. “Oh God, you’re big and hard.”

  He smiled. “A big, hard dick makes for a deep, pussy-pleasing fuck for you, my sweet,” he whispered.

  “I’ve never had such a big cock inside me,” I admitted, aware my voice was full of lust.

  “And I’ve never had the pleasure of being inside a sweeter pussy.” He shuddered suddenly. “Oh damn sweet, I’ve never felt like this with anyone else.”

  “Neither have I,” I moaned, tightening myself around him.

  “Oh damn your pussy feels good,” he said. “I’ve wanted to fuck you from the moment I saw your picture.”

  With that sweet admission filling my senses, I slapped his ass cheeks hard. “Then fuck me, my big, handsome hunk.”

  He withdrew his hips until nearly half his cock was outside my body. Then he slowly pushed his entire length balls deep inside me again.

  “Oh yes! Yes!”

  He did that several times, making my body arch, my toes curl, and my nipples harden.

  Tired of being teased, I linked my legs over his hips and gripped his tight ass, forcing his cock back inside my pussy.

  He groaned and pushed and pulled his cock in and out of me in rapid succession.

  Lord the jolts of pleasure I felt with each thrust were nearly off the charts.

  Digging my nails in his ass, I ground myself against him.

  He paused and then stroked deep into me again.

  It took a few moments before we found the perfect rhythm. Once we had, we sucked each other’s tongues and moved together in a wild, intimate dance that took us both quickly to new heights. He fucked me so hard and deep that my inner thighs shook and he started to inflict the most exquisite pleasure imaginable on me.

  Drowning in a wave of joy, I cried out, raked my nails over his tight, clenching ass, and came all over the most wonderful cock I’d ever had the pleasure of having fuck the hell out of me.

  He clutched me closer and fucked me harder.

  Lord I thought I would lose my mind as I came again and lost control of everything and then happily floated away on a cloud of pure, white hot mental and sexual satisfaction.

  When I came back to my senses, I lay on my back with my legs parted.

  He propped himself up on one elbow, staring down at me with a look of concern on his face. “Shana, are you all right? Did I hurt you?”

  I nodded and then smiled. “Lord yes, you did and I loved every second of it,” I told him. Sighing with remembered pleasure, I reached down to close my fingers around his cock. He’d removed the condom but was still semi-aroused. “Every fucking second and I do mean fucking, Taylor.”

  He laughed and leaned down to press a moist kiss against my mouth. “That’s what I’m talking about, an honest and passionate woman. What more could a man want?”

  I felt his fingers stroking into my pussy. I shuddered, turning my head to kiss his neck. “Lord your technique is out of this world, Taylor. I swear that was the best fuck I’ve ever had.”

  “Me too,” he said. “And just so you know, sweet, a dick is only as good as the superb pussy it’s inside—especially when it’s dispensing the level of pleasure you gave me. I’ve never felt any pussy as good as yours and I’ve had lots of pussy.” He shook his head. “But I don’t want you to think that what we just shared was all about sex for me, Shana. It wasn’t.”

  Touched that he’d also felt more than a physical connection, I pulled him down on top of me and kissed his neck. “Thank you for telling me that.”

  “It’s the truth, Shana.”

  “For me too, Taylor.”

  He turned us on our sides where we lay holding each other for several minutes in silence before he sighed and sat up. “You know what I’d like?”

  “Another fuck?” I asked hopefully.

  He laughed. “Yes, but I was thinking how much I’d like to take a bath with you.”

  “Sounds like a plan.” I stretched out my hands.

  He clasped them in his and pulled me to my feet.

  We picked up our clothes and went upstairs to the master bathroom.

  He turned on the faucets.

  Ignoring his frown, I added salts and slipped into the slick, warm water.

  “The water’s perfect. Come join me, handsome.”

  “In a moment.” He left the bathroom. When he returned, he had a bottle of wine and two glasses. Placing them on the tub apron, he slipped in the bath, facing me.

  I watched as he filled the glasses and handed me one.

  He lifted his, smiling at me. “To the most beautiful, sexy woman I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet.”

  I loved his smile and that he did it so often. “To the handsome hunk who’s touched my emotions in a way no other man has on such short acquaintance.”

  We touched our glasses and locked gazes as we drank our wine.

  He finished his and lay back in the tub. “Come lie in my arms, sweet.”

  “Gladly,” I said. Putting my glass on the apron, I stretched out on top of him with my back pressed against his front.

  He slipped his arms around me and stroked two fingers in my pussy.

  I leaned back against him. “I’m feeling so mellow right now I’m almost afraid that this is a sweet dream.”

  He stroked his free hand over my breasts. “I know the feeling, sweet.”

  “I love how I feel when you touch my naked flesh.”

  “I love it too,” he said against my hair.

  “This is the perfect night and I wish it could last forever.”

  “Me too,” he kissed my hair.

  Smiling, I closed my eyes and allowed the soothing motion of the water jets and his hands to lull me to sleep.

  He woke me later. “Let’s go to bed.”

  I nodded, still feeling drowsy.

  After getting out of the tub, he offered me a hand to help me out.

  We dried each other off and then tumbled into bed and into each other’s arms.

  He rolled me onto my back and slipped between my legs. “Oh sweet, I ache for you.”

  I held him close, running my fingers through his long, dark hair. “I’m yours for the taking, Taylor. Take me as often as you want.”

  He spent several minutes kissing me before he rolled over to reach for a condom from the top drawer of his nightstand.

  Taking the pack from him, I tore the top off before I paused.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  “Nothing. I just I want to taste you.” I felt my cheeks burning at the admission.

  He met my gaze. “Do you?”

  I bit my lip, confused by the intensity of his gaze—almost as if he knew I generally disliked having a man’s cock anywhere near my mouth. “Taste…not suck,” I said quickly.

  “Understood, sweet. At the moment, I’m more interested in your pussy than I am in having you suck my cock. Taste away and get it out of your system so I can make love to you.”

  I’d reluctantly sucked my ex’s cock because he enjoyed it but I’d hated every second
of having his big cock inside my mouth. Taylor was bigger and thicker. Sucking him was not on my list of immediate things to do but my desire to even taste his cock shocked me.

  I moistened my lips and knelt between his legs. Cupping his big balls in one hand, I extended my tongue and licked the underside of his length. As I did, I inhaled slowly, enjoying the aroma of his cock.

  I licked and nibbled at the base of his shaft several times before I took a deep breath and sucked the big head of his cock between my lips.

  Although he groaned with pleasure, he made no effort to cup his hands over my head or to push more of himself into my mouth. He allowed me to control how much of his shaft I drew into my mouth and how much I sucked him before I sat back on my heels. When I did, he was deliciously hard and thick.

  He immediately slipped the condom on and lay on his back, drawing me down on top of him. “Fuck me, sweet.”

  “Gladly,” I whispered, lifted my hips, and slowly sank down on his cock. “Oh…” I moaned at the feel of the big head parting my slit and sliding deep into my pussy. “Oh lord.” I shuddered and ground my hips against his. “The only way this could get better is with your bare cock in me.”

  He stiffened under me. “We can’t do that.”

  I nodded. “I know. I know, but a woman can fantasize. Can’t she?”

  “Yes. I like the idea that you might fantasize about me. God knows I’ve been doing it about you since I saw your picture.”

  “Ditto, handsome.”

  “Ditto what?”

  “I’ve been daydreaming about you before we even met,” I said, kissed his lips, and sat up. Keeping his shaft in me, I placed my hands on his chest.

  “Damn. If I’d known that, I’d have been to San Francisco in a heartbeat looking for you.”

  Smiling with satisfaction at the admission, I rode him slowly. I loved the feel of his thick, heavy shaft sliding in and out of me.

  “Damn Shana, you feel so good.” He reached up to pinch my nipples and massage my breasts as he pushed his hips off the bed, driving himself deep inside me.

  I closed my eyes and increased the motion of my hips. There was nothing in the world as good as the feel of his hard shaft sliding in and out of me, sending waves of pleasure through my body like jolts of sensual electricity. The emotional connection I felt with him bolstered the joy and delight of having our bodies joined as one.