by Sara Hess
Positioning myself between her open thighs I slid my erection through her copious wetness, barely holding myself back from driving into her like a jackhammer. “You ready for me?” I asked hoarsely, stroking her cheek tenderly.
Her hands came back up to my shoulders to pull me closer, and she raised her knees. “Yes…now.” She ordered huskily.
My skin was so tight it was hard to grin when I heard the command in her tone. As I glided through her cream one more time I had a brief thought of donning a condom to double protect Shaw, but the incredible sensation of her on my bare cock blasted it from my head. Hunching over her I slid inside her slowly and my eyes rolled back at the mind-blowing feeling.
She gave a long whimper while I let out a deep groan. “Daaamn, nothing has ever felt this amazing.” Missionary had always seemed boring to me until Shaw. Bottoming out I settled myself on top of her, skin to skin, reveling in the feel of her, inside and out. But the inside of her felt too good, so tight and hot, that I couldn’t keep still for long.
Rising up to my elbows and tangling my hands in her hair I pulled out and rocked back into her, and again my eyes rolled at the sensation.
“So good.” I grunted and rocked. Leaning down I ate at her lips, staring into her dazed eyes. “Your pussy is like fucking cocaine.” I groaned and rocked harder causing her breasts to jiggle. “Beautiful.” I muttered out loud, driving harder.
My balls were drawing up faster than I wanted but I couldn’t stop it unless I stopped, and that wasn’t happening. I thrust into her harder, deeper, while at the same time trying to breathe and plunder everything my mouth could reach; her mouth, jaw, throat, her swaying breasts and pebbled nipples. I was greedy for everything, wanting to consume all of her.
Searing, electric currents were beginning to shoot down my spine and I knew it wouldn’t be long. After each of my thrusts I added a swivel and grind. This had Shaw’s cunt rippling with each stroke to her clit. Her knees rose higher, her hands reached for my ass, and she went wild under me, grappling at my back as she slammed her hips into every one of my thrusts.
“Oh shit, Red…you’re so…fucking…incredible.” I growled as the tension coiled, and twisted, and tightened to an unbearable degree…until it finally snapped.
Just as I swelled in imminent detonation, Shaw’s inner muscles clamped down on me as she reached her orgasm, and this compression on my impending explosion had me nearly crying in ecstasy. She was like a drenched, tight vice squeezing everything out of me.
“Holy...Red!” I bellowed into her neck. Digging my toes into the mattress I tried to get every last centimeter of my dick inside her as I filled her with what felt like a pint of cum.
Shaw was quaking and keening under me, clutching me to her urgently as we crashed into pleasure together. When the last of the intense pulses diminished I collapsed on top of her, but my hips continued to undulate slowly. My breath sawed in and out of my lungs, and a thin coat of sweat dotted my body.
Torpidly, I wondered again what it was about this woman. I’d never experienced pleasure or satiation this intensely before. It had disconcerted me last time, and while I was once more confounded by it, I wasn’t going to let it disconnect me from the moment like it did previously.
Not wanting to disengage just yet, but knowing I was too heavy to remain on top, I rolled us so that Shaw was sprawled over me. I caressed my hands up and down her smooth, damp back and played with her hair as we caught our breath. Shaw’s head rested on my right pectoral, her breath tickling my skin, as her fingers traced my tattoo on the left, leaving trails of heat everywhere she touched.
It wasn’t going to take me long to be ready for a second round.
“Can you tell me why you got so upset over me and Heaven talking? I would have thought with the way I was all over you tonight you would know I couldn’t even see another girl.”
I hadn’t missed that Shaw had been aggravated when several females had recognized Nic and I and had stopped at our table to boldly chat about lacrosse a few times. I’d heard her quip to Carrie at one point that it was hard to breath with all the hussy floating around. Everyone at the table, except the two ‘hussy’s’ at the time, had gotten a kick out of that. Another time she’d made a comment about specifically passing on the sides of desperation with her meal. Those two girls had given her a hard glare as they’d walked away. Shaw had only blinked at them guilelessly. She had no problem calling people out on their audacity…something I loved…and those girls had been boldly rude.
What neither Carrie nor Shaw noticed was that several guys at the bar had been eyeing them with just as much interest as the girls had us, but they had known better to come anywhere near our table with one hard glower from Nic and I.
Shaw blew a warm breath out over my chest. “I’m sorry about that…back there.” Her hand splayed over my tattoo. “I’m used to guys always looking for something better. I’ve actually been on dates, or what I thought were dates back then, where guys have ditched me for someone else more attractive and not dirt-ass poor. That girl tonight was certainly prettier, and her clothes looked way nicer than my baggy sweatshirt.”
Stupid ass males. How could anyone with a brain think there was something better than Shaw? “Red, you are so much more stunning than Heaven will ever be, no matter the clothes.”
She shook her head faintly like she didn’t believe me. “That was why I did things with them. I thought it would keep them interested longer…but it was never enough.”
An uncontainable flash of fury hit me at what she felt she had to do with other guys, but her somber, reflective tone focused me, because she was speaking about more than the guys she dated. It also reminded me of her earlier comment on ‘temporary posts’. Shaw’s life had been a series of temporaries, rejections, and abandonment; it was why she was so closed-off and skittish.
“None of them were worthy of your efforts. True friendships and affection shouldn’t require you to chip off pieces of yourself.” I murmured into her hair.
“Yeah, that was one lesson I had to learn twice.” She sighed.
“Twice?” I asked.
“I tried changing how I was for the families I lived with…” She blew out a breath. “But after the fifth one I realized it was all a waste of time. No one cared.”
My chest pinched at the idea of her trying to be this good little girl in anticipation that someone would keep her. It was a depressing thought; thinking of child Shaw repressing herself for the hope of acceptance and love. She should have received them unreservedly.
“What were the other families like that you lived with; did they hurt you in any way?” I asked restlessly. I wanted to hear about her life, even though I knew it was probably going to piss me off.
Her finger went back to outlining my tattoo. I did my own tracing on the soft skin of her back. “Some were hands on with punishments; spankings and a slap upside the head here and there, but nothing that left a bruise. I had more of a problem with some of the other foster kids.”
My mom had smacked my ass a few times, but the thought of her getting spanked by random people who had no affection for her had my muscles twitching. “What did the other kids do to you?”
“Some of the kids came from violent homes and I think picked up that behavior. Shoving and pinching were common. We didn’t have anything but what the foster home felt like giving us, and some kids would become very territorial over what little they did have. One kid punched me a few times when I wouldn’t hand over things he thought should be his; a pillow, notebook, pencils, crayons, stupid stuff that we could have shared. That was the home where I first learned to ride a skateboard, and after he arrived anytime he saw me on it he would take it from me. When I told him we could take turns he just shoved me to the ground and skated off. I learned to take it some place he couldn’t find me. I’ve always wondered if kids like that would have been different if they had loving homes, or if they were bullies from birth.”
Anger and sorrow battled insid
e me on her behalf, but she wouldn’t want or need my pity. “I’ve always thought that nurture was more fundamental to how people act then nature. We all have different characteristics and some people are more aggressive than others. Some parents feed it, but if taught how to manage it then I believe bullying would be greatly diminished, and of course showing the child love and affection alongside that is paramount. However, there are certain people that have that iron will that won’t let them become part of that vicious generational circle of violence; won’t let themselves be defined by the life they were forced to grow-up in.” I kissed the top of her head; letting her know that approbation was for her.
Shaw nuzzled her face into my chest and silence settled between us for a moment before she spoke. “You know, I am glad you weren’t a dick to…that girl. You aren’t that guy, and I wouldn’t want you to be.”
I stroked her back. “If I’d known what was going through that head of yours I would have snubbed her without a qualm.”
“Really?” Her breath puffed over me.
“Positively.” I assured her in utter certainty.
She inhaled and exhaled heavily and another small silence fell over us. I was thinking of beginning our second round when Shaw broke the hush.
“Is sex different with different people?”
My brows rose and I peered down at the top of her head. Shaw normally got irritated when my past relationships came up, like what had just happened tonight with Heaven, but her tone only sounded curious. A lot of girls had thrown out hints, wanting to know if they were the best I’d ever had, and I’d always made sure to stroke their egos and give them reassurances that they were great. However, Shaw would be the first woman I could honestly say was the best I’d ever had. But I didn’t think she was hinting for that reassurance.
“Are you talking about a rating system?” I asked.
“God no.” She exclaimed hurriedly, and then sighed. “Well, not exactly. Just…okay…maybe kind of like that.” She mumbled in displeasure.
I grinned. “Yes, it’s different with different people. The main thing is the levels of chemistry people have with each other; some are weaker, some are stronger.” And some are off the charts.
Was this general curiosity, or was she wondering about us?
“So, size doesn’t matter?”
I didn’t miss the hint of amusement in her tone under the genuine inquisitiveness. Cupping her ass I flexed my cock that was still nestled in her tight, wet core. “Let’s just say that knowing what to do with what you have is more important.” My self-control was nearly completely shot.
Shaw inhaled and clenched, and I grunted in pleasure. “So, experience matters, right?”
Wait…was she wondering about us, or was she gathering information for a list of requirements for the next guy? This line of questioning suddenly wasn’t amusing any longer. The idea of Shaw having sex with anyone but me was not a notion I liked…one bit.
“Why are you wondering about this?”
She squirmed slightly on me. “Well…I…never mind. I was only curious.”
I squeezed her waist. “It was more than that. Tell me.” There was no way I could just let this go.
A large breath of air burst from her. “It’s just that…every time we’ve had sex I haven’t done all that much…just kind of laid there and let you do what you want to me. Is sex better with someone who knows what their doing? Do you like being in control? Because the other day you were very…dominant, and positioned me in ways you wanted. It was very good, but is that what does it for you, or should I…maybe start doing some things?”
I stared at her in shock, and then laughter bubbled up out of me. The shaking caused my dick to slide out of her, which was disappointing, but for the first time since climaxing Shaw raised her head to look at me, and I could see she wasn’t appreciating my amusement. I however, appreciated the view of her breasts.
“Why are you laughing?”
Shaking my head I clasped her head between my hands and kissed her. “Red, the reason I’ve gone all Dom on you is because I’m mad with lust for you. I get my hands on you and I can’t control myself. I’d like to tell you I’ve been drawing on my experience when I make love to you but every time I touch you my brain shuts down. You light a fire inside me that turns into a wildfire with the smallest contact.”
Her features cleared and a soft, pink flush colored her face. Giving me a sham eye roll she snorted. “You like that wildfire reference.”
“Sorry, am I becoming boringly repetitive? I should have switched it up and said firestorm this time.” I teased. “Or how about this; you’re like my big toe and I want to bang you on every piece of furniture in the place.”
She tried holding back a smile. “I could say something about toes and asses…but I won’t.”
“Too late.” I licked at her lips while my hands caressed down her shoulders, back and ass. “I’m all for you taking charge, Shaw, but I…” I groaned as she slithered against me; breasts, belly, mound. “Have to warn you, you just might kill me in the process.” Shit, she felt awesome.
Shaw rose up and stared down at me with curious uncertainty. “So I could be…on top this time?”
Grabbing her hips I slicked her wet pussy up and down my swelling cock. “It would be my pleasure.” I croaked, meaning that literally. “Let me just…” Bring her forward I engulfed one of her breasts, sucking and rolling the nipple around on my tongue I released it grudgingly and settled her back on my abdomen. “Okay, I’m all yours.”
Chest heaving, Shaw rose up and stared into my eyes then down at my body in arousal and indecision. I didn’t doubt that she would rise to the occasion though, and the next second she showed me. Leaning down she took my nipple in her mouth, mimicking what I’d just done to hers, and I groaned at the sensation.
Clenching my fingers in her hair I forced myself not to direct her. I just needed to touch her. “You’re setting off that firestorm, Red.”
Her mouth moved to my other nipple. When had those little nubs become so sensitive? They’d never been before. Her eager teeth nipped down my abdomen, through my happy trail, to my cock that was now jutting up in impatience.
A groan rumbled from my chest when Shaw’s hands wrapped around it, stroking it. “It really is thick. I can’t even get one hand around it.” She murmured in awe. “I can’t believe this fits inside me.” I watched her, mesmerized, as her lips stretched around the bulbous head, giving it a quick lick and suck. She pulled off and her nose wrinkled slightly. “I can taste myself a little bit. That’s…weird. The taste of you underneath it cancels out gross and weird though.”
A grin was about to curve my mouth but she leaned down taking me into her mouth and a long-ass moan spilled out instead. “Shiiit…So fucking good, Shaw.” My fingers tangled back in her hair and I couldn’t stop myself from guiding her slightly, but I was careful not to jam myself down her throat.
Shaw didn’t fight it, taking me deep; one of her hands stroked along with her mouth, while the other one massaged my balls. I was reaching critical.
“Red.” I grunted. “I don’t want to spill in you mouth. Climb on top of me. Take me inside you.” I begged.
Drawing her mouth off me slowly with a deep suck that left me quaking, Shaw shifted up my body settling herself over my cock-stand. My hands gripped her hips as she gradually lowered herself down onto me. My eyes wanted to roll again but the sight of her was too glorious to miss. Her red hair was everywhere; some curls falling over her flushed face, some teasing her breasts that swayed beautifully with her movements.
“Ohhh, this feels different.” Shaw whimpered. Leaning forward, she set her hands on my chest and stared at me with aroused wonder as she hit bottom. “Every way feels amazing, but different. You need to show me all the ways.”
And with that astonishingly, awesome dictate, Shaw began moving; she rose and fell, she rocked, she circled. I could see she was experimenting, trying to find what felt the best to her, but to me
they all felt fantastic. She whimpered, and panted, and gasped out random words of pleasure looking like she was reaching a plane of bliss outside this planet, and I damn-well enjoyed watching her get there.
My hands touched her everywhere; guiding her, molding her breast, pinching her nipples, but I reached a point where I couldn’t hold back any longer. Winding my arms around her waist I brought her down, mashing our chests together, and capturing her mouth I began hammering into her from below.
“I’m sorry…Red…I…could only…hold out…for so long. You’re too amazing.” I grunted past each thrust.
“Yesss…yessss…yesss…oh god, Evan!” Shaw cried into my mouth.
Remarkably, we orgasmed together, again. Her hot, silky inner walls pulsing around me as I swelled and shot load after load into her. It went on forever, her deliciously, demanding contractions draining me dry of every last liquid ounce.
She crashed on top of me, panting for breath and trembling. I was in the same state underneath her. The responses and completions we elicited from each other were out of this fucking world. I had to wonder if it was something I would ever find again after her.
And the thought of that had me frowning. Why had I even thought about that? It definitely wasn’t something I wanted to contemplate right now…or ever? Wow and Shit!
“How did that work for you?” I asked hoarsely, nuzzling into her hair.
“I can see me trying it again.” She gasped.
“Thank god.” I returned with a smile.
Two minutes later Shaw slumped even more heavily onto me and I knew she’d crashed into sleep. I sighed in even greater satisfaction knowing I was spending the night. Maneuvering carefully I got her under the covers, and then straightening I stared down at her for a moment.
Damn, she was beautiful, and looking at her caused a twinge in my chest that was difficult to decipher; it also wasn’t the first time I’d felt it. In sleep her face lost that sharp edge I was certain came from life kicking her ass, leaving her looking softer. It was hard to believe she couldn’t see her own beauty but I understood where her self-doubt came from; a life with too many disappointments. I hope I wouldn’t be another to add to her list.
