BOMAW 12-14

by Mercedes Keyes

  "Well?"

  "He got in the middle of me and Crystal."

  "Ohhh, I seeee - you got a thing for her. Thought so - she's cool. We're like, practically brother and sister, she and I. You know DJ is her half brother? They have the same dad, crazy huh?"

  "Yeah, crazy."

  "So it's love then?"

  Ben turned to look at him over his shoulder, stepping into his dress pants, uncertain if he wanted to divulge something like that to Marcus, not that it was a big secret, even so, after Kevin, he wasn't so trusting.

  "Come on, give it up - that where you going? To meet her?"

  "Checkin' out Mundo's set tonight at a club."

  "Oh dude, let me go, please?"

  "I'll be heading out before you're ready."

  Marcus sat up, pleading, "Oh come on Ben, won't take me long to get ready! Don't leave me here by myself!"

  "What'a'yah talkin' about? Luis, Shawn, Sasha, Joseph, grandma - granddad, not alone."

  "They're makin' me crazy man! An' I love granddad, but I'm gonna go spare I hear another long history lesson on war, government, politics, the law, 911 - my brains turning to mush!"

  Ben laughed, "Yeah, I can imagine, when you've got one so little, barely holdin' the normal stuff, can't expect to decipher the heavy stuff."

  "Ha ha ha, come on Ben, let me hang with you man, I'll be cool, for real."

  "What about Luis?"

  "He's a minor, he's a kid."

  "And you're not?"

  "Hey, I'm legal! They'd let me go to war if granddad wouldn't block it."

  "All right, all right, go make sure grandma and granddad don't need anything."

  "You make sure dude, you live here too now!"

  "I've done my duty for'im, shit-head, helped granddad while you guys were fishing." Ben reminded him, they'd all had a big fish fry of catfish from the catch they'd brought home after fishing in the man-made pond on the land, and now, it was time to do some partying.

  "Hey, I contributed to your meal, that alone makes me worthy."

  "Go inquire, right now, if granddad needs anything - or - stay behind, choice is yours."

  "Man! He's gonna wanna talk."

  Ben turned to him, "Stop being so selfish Marcus, won't take you a minute, learn some skills of diplomacy - just say, "I'm going out with Ben granddad, just checking on you before I get ready - for anything you may need." - That so hard?"

  "And if he says yes?"

  "It's a gamble you'll have to take, put it right, granddad will get the message and send you on your way."

  Marcus groaned, did a minor fit and leg shake, scared of the gamble. "Ah Ben..."

  "You're wasting time."

  * * *

  "Hey you - what you doin'?" Shawn asked in the doorway of Sylvia's office. The night was quiet and peaceful. Isaac and Darren were in bed, fast asleep; Angela was curled up in bed reading with the TV playing low, and Shawn had just come to find his wife.

  "Working on ideas for the bed and breakfast website. Can you do some photos on the house and grounds for me?"

  "Soon as we're done with everything, can you set that aside and come with me?"

  She glanced up, kicked up a brow, grinned, "Why? What you got in mind?"

  "Follow me and you'll see."

  "Follow you, huh?"

  "Yep."

  "Where?"

  "Across the road."

  "What's across the road?"

  "My studio of course."

  She closed down her computer, glancing up at him on and off, then rose, making her way around the desk to him. Taking her hand in his, he lead the way, quiet, without a clue of his intentions. She patiently went along with him, out the garage door, across the drive, the road, onto the lot of the studio and through it's door. He stopped, turned and locked the door, "Shawn? The kids?"

  "Angela knows where we are, the boys are sleeping, and the bodyguard is in the basement - all is well." Facing her now, her hand in his, he started backing up to their destination, his eyes soft, dreamy seductive. Sylvia couldn't help the chuckle that escaped as the soft playing music, polite jazz was finally heard in the background. "Oooh, wonder what you got planned," She purred, feeling a bit of a tingle already.

  They crossed into the studio, he had satin throw pillows down, his satin canvas for photography draped over prop walls, candles burning in safe places to illuminate the room in a soft glow, and red wine sitting open, breathing, to be sipped. "Here, make yourself comfortable, right there." He beckoned stepping back from her as she settled on the floor, gathering one of the pillows to her side; watching him walk to the table, pouring them a glass of wine each.

  "Emmm, this is nice." She sighed, accepting the long stem glass of wine.

  "Glad you approve." He stepped back, eyes on her as she sipped delicately. Picking his up, he took a sip, gazing at her, "I want you to relax, really relax."

  "Oh yeah, why?"

  "Because - I'm going to take your picture."

  Sylvia chortled, tickled by his method, "All this to take my picture? You wine and dine all the women you've photographed, like this?"

  "Nooo, no no no - they all paid me, or - begged me to, for my services that is, the one I'm giving you, free." He laughed, a twinkle in his eye.

  "Watch it now, careful..." She warned, still sipping, the atmosphere wrapping her up in a cozy blanket of seduction. "... what services sir, might that have been?"

  "Taking pictures of course - but - in the nude ... the way I want you."

  Sylvia's eyes grew wide.

  "If you'll take them off for someone else, and pose, you'll take them off for me, and pose. I am your husband, after all." He reminded her in low hushed tones.

  Leaning against the desk the way he was, speaking in that voice, the way he was, his eyes on her, the way they were, had her willing to do just about anything for him, including take her clothes off. She sipped her wine, hesitating, after all - while, yes, she was pregnant and married to him, there was still that something in her that needed to play hard to get, even when what she would get, was oh so good.

  "Hmmm, I see..." She murmured low, her eyes going over him, "I take my clothes off, you gone take yours off?" She asked, looking at that part of him that was already responding to her sultry voice and glazed over eyes that were boldly watching his gradual transformation. She sucked her teeth, eyes flicked up to meet his, flirting, showing a side of herself that tickled him. "I'm the photographer, we don't take our clothes off." He informed her.

  Sylvia leaned up off of her pillow, pushed it a body length from her to lay down on her side, with it just right under her arm and pit, propping her head up, once more sipping her wine, she glanced up his tall thick body. There were times when she had to blink and look again, in disbelief that she was married to this man with that amazing body. To some, he might appear a bit on the hefty side, having a broad waist and torso, but she knew that he was built like a tree trunk, solid, heavy to the core, powerful - as would be a healthy 40 something year old man. She knew he outweighed her by more than twice her weight, all muscle, padded out just right with just enough fat to smooth him out so he didn't look so ripped. He worked out for power, not to look like some of the bumpy, exaggerated, ill formed body builders that shaved themselves of hair, oiled down to look like sculpted shit. Vein riddled, tight and deformed, with tiny waists and hips, to broaden ridiculously at the top. Nope, that was not her man's shape, he was closer to the shape of a pro wrestler, not quite so heavy as some of them, but she was sure, just as strong.

  "What are you thinking?" Shawn asked.

  "Admiring the view ... you mind? I'll take my clothes off, if, you take your clothes off." She propositioned again.

  Shawn's deep voice rumbled deep in his chest from laughter, "I take my clothes off, we're not gonna get any pictures taken."

  "Then you need to learn to exercise some self-control - thought you were a professional? At - everything?" She chuckled, "I dare you. Strip down, naked - to take my pictures, a
nd I'll do the same." The wine was going to her head in no time flat, she felt good, sexy, desirable - he made her feel that way. She started fantasizing that he lay on the floor, on his back, naked for her to climb on and have herself a good ol'ride. "Well?" She asked daringly.

  Shawn stared a moment, deciding to take on her dare, he stood and pulled his polo shirt off over his head. Exposing a broad wide chest beautifully furred, dark hairs twirled around his nipples, and converge at the center to flow downward; as if black liquid, they streamed down the center of his torso, to disappear into his pants line; pulling from the sleeves, thick strong arms, and wonderful hands tossing it aside.

  Quirking her lips, she sipped a bit more, "Come on, don't stop there." She coaxed as lasciviously.

  "You take something off."

  Grinning she kicked off her sandals; at the look on his face, she threw her head back and laughed. Shawn grabbed his camera, walked to one of his spot lights and clicked it on, shining it on her, turning it down to a soft glow, at the same time he pressed the shutter button doing rapid fire shots of her laughing.

  "Hey, I wasn't ready, don't want pictures of me with my mouth wide open."

  Nasty, raunchy, he returned, "You're sexy as hell when your mouth - wide open."

  "ACH!" Sylvia gasped, "Nasty!"

  "Take something else off, besides - your sandals." He encouraged, lowering himself to the floor, snapping pictures of her as he moved around her, catching her at various angles. "Come on baby, strip for me, move for me, let me see what you've got." He pressed, turning his camera this way and that, not to miss a shot.

  Sitting her wine glass down, she rose to her knees and began unbuttoning her blouse, "Yes, do that, look right into the camera, give me sexy eyes, ummm yeah, that's it, peal it away slow. A little skin here, little there - oh yea-a-ah - nice. Now drop it, turn and looked over your shoulder at me. Ha-ha-ha, you got it baby, you got it. Sexy thing, you keep that up, want some more wine?"

  Smiling and into it, Sylvia nodded, "Yeah, gimme some more wine."

  Shawn leaned up from the floor, grabbing the bottle, he poured it into her glass, turning, he poured more into his own, taking it, he sipped more of it. Looking at her sip her own, he beckoned with the tilt of his chin, "Off now with that bra."

  "No no no no-o-o, it's your turn now, you - take something else off."

  Using her move, he kicked off his shoes, "There, happy."

  Sylvia threw her head back laughing out loud, again the shutter went crazy on the camera, "Shawn! Stop photographing me with my mouth open, I'm gonna look crazy!"

  "Never, now - the bra." He flexed his brows at her, looking at her breasts.

  Reaching behind her with both hands, she quickly undid the catch, "I can't believe I'm letting you do this, gettin' nekkid pictures of me."

  "When I'm done, I'll take the one that's the best and do a painting of you from it."

  She paused, touched by the idea, feeling just a bit shy, she lowered her arms removing the bra. Shawn's eyes were on her nipples, he took a good drink of the wine and before she knew what he was up to, he leaned forward and jet streamed it out between his teeth onto her breasts, shocking her, "Shawn!" Before she could recover, his strong hand was to her bare back, pressing her forward to his mouth, where his tongue and lips busily lapped the wine streaming down over her nipples. There, is where the clean up was most concentrated, causing them to harden, to pucker. Heat shot through Sylvia's body like an arrow directly to her throbbing nether region. "Ahhh - shhh - fu - hell - oh hell! Shawn!" Licking off the last of the wine he backed away from her, smiling, the shutter on his camera going, capturing the look in her eyes, the tautness of her firm standing dark nipples.

  He laughed, "Yeah, that's what I'm looking for, take the rest off." He urged, his eyes coursing over her body, over the round of her belly, growing daily, to below, what was pulsating within her capri pants. He moved all around her, snapping pictures, moving her hair, tapping her chin, next her cheek to move her face, head this way or that. His large hand stroking over her breasts, playing with her nipples to stir them even more, harden them, increase her passions.

  "Shawn ... stop it..." She whimpered. He was turning her on, playing her body like an instrument simply for the sake of his photography, making her tingle from head to toe.

  "Come on, push those pants down off those wide hips, bare all baby, bare all." His hand went up her inner thigh, barely touching her moistening core, then took it away, laid his lips along side a plump breasts, kissing, sucking, always brief, quick, to tease, stimulate, drive her passions high to capture it, his tongue flicking her where he would to keep stirring her fires hotter, yet not enough to satisfy her, to help her body cope with the heat he was building within. Of course, his actions came at a cost to his own comfort, he had little choice but to move away from her, stand and remove his own jeans, his growing erection was making it hard to move around with them on.

  Hopeful, seeing him shed his jeans, Sylvia wasted no time taking off her capri pants and underwear. Her eyes on his thick hanging penis, no longer staying within his briefs. It hung heavy out in clear sight of his left brief leg. She throbbed and pulsed so hard from the sight of it, she knew it wouldn't take much to bring her to an orgasm. Laying on the floor where she was, she fought the need to spread her thighs, her nether lips felt fat, gorged with passion, her tunnel coated with wet cream for him to ease within.

  "Shawn..." She was almost begging.

  He smiled, looking like the devil himself, again, she heard the shudder of his camera, "Move for me, pose for me, show me what that heat makes you feel." He whispered, "I bet, you're so turned on, you'd even touch yourself, huh..."

  "Shawn, I hate you ... please..." She fell to her back, her head rolling to the side to look at him, the camera shutter clicked on to catch her eye lids heavy with passion, her teeth catching her bottom lip, her back arching off the floor, her breasts firm, trembling, quivering, her nipples sitting high begging to be sucked. Seeing them that way was more than Shawn could resist, he laid on the floor, his head over her breasts to flick and play with her sensitive nipples, using the firmed tip of his tongue.

  "Touch me Shawn, touch me - ohhh please, please..."

  Setting his camera aside, he couldn't resist, his hand went to her moist nest and found her slick and hot, the nether lips plump, her clit standing hard, her tunnel sucking at his fingers, on the verge of smacking up around them as he inserted two thick fingers, rubbing her.

  "Ooooh baby, look at you, look at my pregnant wife, you are - hot - as - hell." He murmured and angled his body down, pulling her thighs apart, his tongue stroked over her sensitive nubbin', making her yelp out, whimpering, panting, her hips started gyrating towards his mouth. Shawn pulled her legs around and over his shoulders for her feet to rest against his back, spreading her wide, he gently licked and sucked at the tender wet flesh, making her quiver madly, his tongue entering and licking up and out to dive again.

  "Shawn Shawn Shawn Shawn - Sha-a-a-awn ohhhh shit - SHAWN! SHAWN! SHAWN! SHA-A-A-A-A-AWN! OH GO-O-O-OD! I AM COM-M-MING!!" She screamed, her head shaking and rolling against the throw tarps and canvases. The throbbing voltage of lightening would not stop because he would not stop, holding onto her, keeping her pressed against his mouth, his tongue flicked and stabbed, jabbing deep and then licking over her sensitivity sending electrodes in her body into over drive, until she was pushing to get him away from her, "Stop stop stop stop stop, oh shi-shi-shit please - stop! Oh god, oh god - please." Shawn kissed her inner thighs, his hands moving up and down her legs as he pulled them from his shoulders, his lips and tongue continued to love her, his hands moving in smooth caresses, hitting all the sensitive spots that made her whimper and moan - over her rounded belly where his child lay, he kissed there, his palms shaped over it in pride and admiration. He couldn't speak, so overcome with love for her, he was in the mood to worship her body and didn't shy away from the idea. "I love you - Godalmighty, I do love you so." He gasped moving
up her body, to her side and then rolling her onto her side, he positioned himself behind her, lifting her thigh, he opened the front of his brief, pulling his throbbing length free, he used it to rub against her center heat, still drenched from his mouth making it flood. "You okay, for me to - push a little of this in you?" He asked, rubbing her with his length.

  Sylvia couldn't speak, her body was still in a state of orgasmic shivers, still trembling from that soul shattering climax, all she could do was nod, both eager and dreading his entry. With the head rubbing at her opening, she felt his hips shift behind her and then that glorious dull head was pushing into her sensitive tunnel. "Ooohhh..." She couldn't help but groan as it spread her open to allow more of it. "Shawn..." She cried out his name, her hand gripping his thick wrist as he guided his length, supporting it until it was more than halfway into her, and the rolling and slow pumping of his hips began. "You feel so fuckin' good, you feel so - fuckin' - good - damnit I love your pussy Sylvie, I needed this baby. Been needin' to fuck you for a few days now - I couldn't hold off - aaaaah fuck yeah, move baby, yeah move just like that, put all that wet heat around my dick - oooohhh yeah - yeah - yeah." Shawn groaned, moving in careful strokes that made the pleasure so much more intense. He kissed along her spine, his hands stroking her hips and thighs as he lifted her thigh higher to get greater access to pump and push his thick length deeper. Sylvia gnashed her teeth, reaching down to touch the hard phallus that throbbed and pumped into her, moving her with each thrust.

  "You okay, tell me, you okay?!" He gasped, breathing hard and deep, "Ooooh baby, fuckin' you feels good - is it okay Sylvie, is it?" He asked, his hand gripping her hip tightly, the other hand now clamped at her shoulder to anchor her to him. "Yes, yes, OW - oh Shawn!"

  "That hurt?!"

  "Aw - just a little, it's okay... awww."

  He slowed down, his heart was banging like mad, he reached down and starting rubbing her clit and lips, stimulating her once again while trying to be still, which was close to impossible, the nerve endings in his penis demanded the stroke, and just a few more, he knew he would blow, but he was trying to get her there to meet him. With his eyes pressed closed, tight, he tried to focus his mind on something else, riding the lawnmower, cutting the grass; but the signal kept getting intercepted because she was rotating and grinding on him, gripping it, squeezing and clenching in spasms, suddenly his eyes popped open, "You coming again? You are - fuck - oooohhhhh ye-e-e-eah - that's it baby, that's - it! Uggggh!" He grunted with his own release, his hips pumping out all that had been building up in his testicles for days. "Aaaah ye-e-eah..." He collapsed back spent, "There ain't nothing in the world, better than - a good fuck session." He groaned.