"We did already, didn't we?" He asked. After all, he'd learned a great deal on their way there, surely things were right as rain and they could move on now.
"That was different, that wasn't something I planned, it just happened." She confessed.
"Well I'll tell you what, let's get in our room first, and then we can carry on, okay?" He asked and turned to get out of the car, handing the keys to the porter, then made his way to Sylvia's side of the car and handed her out. The porter barely lifted a brow at the odd couple. A white Harley looking guy, with the entire biker look, coupled with an elegantly dressed black woman, as if she'd just come off center stage, and holding an arm full of clothing.
The doorman held the door for them to enter and before Sylvia could make her way in, Shawn lifted her off her feet. She grinned, he winked at her and looked at the doorman explaining, "You'll have to excuse me, its our honeymoon."
Sylvia sighed because it felt like heaven being in her husband's arms. All would be heaven if it were not for the fact that she still had that one thing to do, find her father. Meet with her father, talk to him. She hadn't seen him since she was a teenager. She felt an urgency to see him NOW - not later on down the road. Later on down the road, well, it could be too late. "Shawn?" She called to him softly as he turned with her in his arms smiling at various people who were also waiting for the elevator.
"Yes?" He asked looking at her with a smile and something else shining in his eyes.
The elevator doors opened. The people standing by smiled and let him enter first.
Sylvia wiggled to be put down.
"No - gonna hold you."
"Put me down Shawn, you can carry me into our room."
He lowered her feet, but kept his arm around her, staring down into her face. She still had dried tear tracks down her cheeks. Sylvia ignored the people around them and said, "After tomorrow, you'll let me go right? To finish what I started?" She asked staring up into his eyes.
"Let you go where?" He asked softly, calmly.
"Where I can finish my list, there's something else on it left to do."
"What?" He asked.
"I can't tell you."
"Why?"
"Because ... I can't. What I have to do, I have to do alone."
"Whoa - here we go ... sorry wife - you can talk until you're blue in the face, you're not going anywhere alone. I found you remember? What did you say to me on the phone the other day, I had to find your ass, to get your ass - well madam, your ass is mine!"
The people in the elevator shifted and made eye contact with each other, it appeared the couple who had just only a second ago, looked for all the world, head over heels in love, was about to do an about face.
"And if I remember correctly, it came after you confessed to having that stank ho in my house, and then... in my bed!"
The man in the corner of the elevator starting coughing.
"Don't go there - don't go there! I already explained that, I told you what happened."
"No... you refused to tell me what happened! I asked you specifically, how far did she go, when she went down on you - and you were reluctant to say. Matter of fact, you refused to tell me... which tells me plenty."
"I didn't want to tell you all of that, because if I told you how far she went, I knew you'd be acting like this."
"Well since I'm already acting like this, you can go ahead and tell me now just how far she went." Sylvia demanded.
All ears were trained on him. Shawn looked up from his wife's face to see the occupants of the elevator holding their breath waiting for his answer.
"Well... I'm waiting." Sylvia reminded him.
Shawn's eyes narrowed as he bent low to peer into her eyes, "You think you're slick don't you? You think by starting an argument, you can get out of the consummation ceremony, well you can forget it, no chance... you know me."
"Yes how well I know you. Sex! That's what its all about! Gettin' a piece! Well you ain't gettin' a piece of nothin' unless you promise to let me finish what I started!"
"Yeah right, we'll see about that! When we get to that room, gown is off, conversation over - consummation will begin." Shawn promised.
The elevator door opened and Sylvia, without warning shot out of it running Pell Mel with her gown hiked up held in her hands. The sudden act took Shawn so by surprise that he stood staring at her running down the hall as if it was somebody else. Until one of the men suggested, "You might wanna go after her."
Shawn shot out yelling down the hall, "SYLVIA MCPHERSON!!! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND!? YOU HAVE DONE IT NOW!"
She'd been looking for one of the stairway doors to run through and head down and turned the corner running to find one. Shawn may have started off late, but he was on her in no time flat. Sylvia looked back at him and ran to the end of the adjacent hall and found herself at a dead end.
"Yeah! Now where you gonna run to? Hm?"
She was breathing hard from her run, "Please Shawn, I'll give you tonight, if you give me tomorrow."
"You're not... going anywhere else... alone! That's it! End of discussion - get over here."
"No!"
"No my ass, we gotta walk back that way because you left a trail of clothes down that hall that will need picking up. Let's go."
Sylvia looked down at her hand and only saw her purse. Then looked back up at her husband, "Can't we at least discuss this?"
"In the privacy of her room we can. Come on."
With her lip poked out she marched past him and when she got to her clothing, she began snatching up one article after another until she had them all. "Good girl, now this way, our room is down this hall... come on." Shawn patiently pointed. He had the key card to the room in his pocket after having checked into the room earlier. With her nose in the air, Sylvia walked to where he directed. He slipped in the key card and unlocked the door to their exact room from before. Then turned to scoop his wife into his arms again. She skipped around him and ran into the room. Shawn sighed and came in putting the, "Do not Disturb" sign out and closing and locking the door behind him. His wife was standing in the middle of the double suite staring. The table had a large bouquet of roses, champagne chilling in a bucket of ice, that had melted, with a wedding cake sitting there to be cut underneath a crystal cake dome. The bed was pulled back, with rose petals strewn across the sheets.
Either she could feel her child moving about or butterflies had been set free in her stomach. Sylvia spun to look at her husband, he stood leaning against the frame of the huge arch doorway.
"You like it?" He asked.
She nodded, not knowing what to say, he stood and took his jacket off and then she saw the gun, her eyes grew huge.
"SHAWN! You're carrying a gun!?"
He pulled the harness off and wrapped it around the gun in its sheath. "Yep, I know."
"So you have it already?"
"Apparently, let's not get on that one, we'll save it for later."
"Shawn you're just too much! And - we either talk and come to an agreement..." She started saying as he walked around her to the radio switching it on. "... or this will have all been done for nothing." She threatened. He got his station going, and of all things to come on, the old song by James & Bobby Purify, 'I'm Your Puppet.' Hearing it, Shawn couldn't help it but laugh at the irony. He took a deep breath and pulled his shirt over his head.
Sylvia gulped. "SHAWN! Now stop that!"
He started grinning and winking at her, moving to the song, he looked so cute doing it, Sylvia had to bite as hard as she could into her lip not to grin at him. But then he started snapping his fingers nice and easy, moving around the room towards her, "No Shawn... please - don't..." He was coming towards her, she leapt up on the bed whimpering, feeling the battle almost won by him without ever giving him a fight.
"Shawn why won't you listen to me!? You promised!" She cried from the middle of the bed, as he leaned against the t.v. stand as if not hearing her, enjoying the music he was taking off his boots.
He removed his socks, shooting them across the room with a smile on his face.
"Shawn Everett McPherson, you're a disgusting ol'man! I know what you were thinking! And you're not touching me, until we talk! I mean it... I mean it Shawn... I know you hear me. Ach! Leave that - that belt buckle alone Shawn!"
He flexed his brows at her, refusing to take her seriously, moving to the music as if a private stripper, he undid his belt and slowly pulled it out.
Sylvia had to cover her mouth, he was going to make her laugh. She didn't wanna laugh, she wanted him to agree on letting her go tomorrow. "Shawn, you're not funny Shawn! This is not funny! You think you can just do stuff like this, and I'm just gonna..." She couldn't believe it, the next song, Marvin Gaye, 'Let's get it on.' Shawn looked to the heavens as if to say, 'Thanks, needed that one.' and began to perform, lip synching and acting outrageous with it, slowly slipping his zipper down on his jeans. Marvin Gaye hit that high note, "Ooooooh ba - by, let's getiton!" Shawn twisted around mimicking it and Sylvia dissolved on the bed in laughter, she couldn't help it.
"You wrong Shawn, you know you wrong..." She started saying, but then realized how sexy he looked as he rotated his hips and slid his jeans down, watching her, watch him. Sylvia grew quiet, she licked her lips kneeling in the center of the bed, and there was no way to avoid it, she was lusting him. A wave of pure unadulterated lust washed over her, deepening her breathing as his jeans came off.
She made a whimpering sound in her throat, saying softly, "I bet you... forgot the - ring didn't you?"
He smiled and walked out of sight and came back with his bag, wearing only his briefs. Sylvia wanted to touch him. She wanted to run her hands along his nice shapely legs. He had beautiful legs, long and strong. Unzipping it, he brought out the little case that held the magic ring, holding it up for her to see, he said something that sent her into stitches. "Baby, its time to make the donuts."
She wiped at her eyes, swiping the tears away as he began clicking off lights, stopping at their bathroom. "You might wanna use that."
She took a deep breath and nodded her head, giving in. Stepping off the bed, she kicked her high heeled sandals off and on bare feet walked towards her husband, she was growing dizzy with lust for him. He stopped her from entering the bathroom, grabbing her arm. They stared at each other for moments, neither moving. Lust - yes, unquestionable lust shined in their eyes, but it was fuelled by a love so powerful, it was like a living thing with a life of its own. He pulled her to him and slowly, with eyes open, his hazel/blues gazing into her obsidian eyes, touched his mouth to hers. The kind of kiss that was light, barely touching and filled with passion. The room almost spun from under Sylvia, she swayed into him, raising up on her tip toes and using her tongue, she licked his lips, circling them within his trimmed mustache and beard.
The act made Shawn pull her tightly against him as he cupped the back of her head and covered her mouth, kissing her with his tongue, as it filled her mouth. He was literally taking her breath away. Sylvia had to pull away to breath. Gasping she pulled out of his arms and stepped back from him going into the bathroom and closing the door. Shawn stood there unable to move, breathing deep. He looked down at himself. At this point, his briefs were useless. He removed them right on the spot. Standing splendidly nude. He walked back into the room trying to calm his racing heart, glad that he'd brought the ring, because he was going to need it. She was going to need it. For the first time ever, Shawn was afraid he might actually be unable to prevent going too hard at her. He stood at the table, sniffing the flowers. The bathroom door opened and he turned to see his wife exiting with the gown off, holding it in front of her.
She pulled it away and stood as naked as he was, as aroused as he was. She turned and walked to the bed tossing the gown to a chair and Shawn could tell the difference in her waist. She was definitely growing thicker. She climb into the middle of the bed and stared at him, waiting with her nervous system coiled tight as a bow string. She couldn't help it, her eyes were drawn down his body. She'd forgotten the actual size of him. Sylvia felt dazed, one moment she was staring at him across the room and the next, he was in the bed with her, resuming the mind blowing kiss by the door. Laying her carefully back on the bed, his rough hands moving over her skin like brands of fire. Sylvia's head rolled back amidst the rose petals, the scent of which rose around them from the friction of her body gyrating and squirming. She was hot for him. When his hand went down between her legs, there was nothing but liquid heat, so much like the first time he'd had her, she'd been burning for him then as well.
"Ah my God... look at you. Look at my wife... you missed me... didn't you?" He moaned as his hand touched her all over, coming up to rub and squeeze her breasts. Sylvia was mindless and was trying not to thrash about, but she needed him, and now. "Shawn please... " She squirmed, opening her thighs wide for him, his hand went down into the dewy softness and her mound rose to rub against his hand. She was burning up.
"Shawn please..." She panted.
His fingers were drenched from her, he used her lubricant to prepare himself for the ring, and reached for it, sliding it down on himself. She wouldn't endure too much foreplay, the thrashing about of her body, told him that she needed him now.
"You love me Sylvia?"
"Yes! Oh yes! Please ... Shawn ... I can't stand it any longer."
"I wanna make love to you slow, no rush... let me touch you a while, let me-..."
"No! I want you in me now! Please?!"
Shawn leaned over her, grabbed her jaw and turned her face to him, and started kissing her. She was too anxious, too needy, too horny. "Shawn please..."
He chuckled, "I can't believe my eyes, my wife is horny as hell. What do you want? Hm?"
"Shawn stop it... you know what I want?"
"That's not what you were saying just a half an hour ago."
Sylvia whimpered and turned her hips to him, rubbing against his erection.
"Tell me what you want." He ordered in her ear.
"I want you to fuck me! That's what I want... okay... I - I need you to fuck me! Now! Please, oh please fuck me."
The words were like a searing iron to him, he climbed between her thighs with the intention of entering her slow, she pulled her knees up and grabbed his hips and pulled down as she thrust her crotch upward, sinking him deep with her moves. Sylvia threw her head back and groaned from the pleasure, not enough pain to override it, all she could feel was a burning need. "Fuck me! Please... oh please..."
Unable to stop himself, he did. Their bodies met in a rhythm that shook the bed. He couldn't stop himself and Sylvia didn't want him too. It felt so good, so good to feel his weight on her, to feel the power of his thrust, to feel his thick length ramming into her, making her cry. She couldn't stop the tears, she was going to be cuming soon, it was building up, it was coiling in the cheeks of her butt and wrapping around to her lower belly, the slight tingle of her clit that was being massaged by the ring was building.
"Shawn!" She felt it growing within her.
"Oh my God... baby... I luv you! I fuckin' - luv you!" He forced through tight clamped teeth.
"SHAWN!"
"Wait for me baby... wait for me... you can wait for me." He panted.
"OOoooh Sha -a-a-a-a-a-a-awn! OH MY GOD - OH MY GOD... I CAN'T OOOOOOOH SHIT - OH SHIT - SHAWN! OH OH OH OH OH OH - SHAWN!!!"
His body was braced above her, the veins popping out in his forehead. "OH FUCK! OH - OH FUCK!!! OH Yeah... oh yeah... oh yeah...oh." He held himself as jet streams of essence shot from him deep into her, spinning him, jerking him with harsh spasms until he collapsed on top of her. They were breathing so hard they struggled to catch their breath. Shawn rolled from his wife and lay by her side blowing. His body shaking.
"Sylva?" He called after five minutes.
"Hmm?" She moaned.
"You okay? Did I hurt you, you fee
l all right?"
"Yeah... I feel fine."
Shawn lay scared, afraid it was too soon to tell if she was really okay. He couldn't believe he lost it that way. Had actually turned himself loose with her.
"I'm okay Shawn." Sylvia stated, sensing his unease. "You used the ring remember."
"But still... it may have been too hard."
"Shawn, I'm fine. We're fine. So we shook him up a little, he's tough, he'll be okay."
Shawn turned his head to look at her, she was growing drowsy. "And if its a girl?" He teased.
Sylvia smiled even though her eyes were closed, she looked like a kitten once starved of cream, now purring after getting a belly full, all warm and cozy. He chuckled, "Look at you, you're gonna start purring in a minute."
She purred because she felt that good, he laughed and leaned over her singing, "What’s new pussycat? woah, woah woah - what’s new pussycat? woah, woah woah wo oh ... pussycat, pussycat I’ve got flowers and lots of hours to spend with you. So go and powder your cute little pussycat nose! Pussycat, pussycat I love you Yes, I do! You and your pussycat nose!... " He sang on holding her, wrapping her in his arms, and rocking her. Sylvia felt tears squeeze from her eyes, because her voice may have brought an audience to it's feet, but being held like this in her husband's arms as he rocked and sang to her, brought heaven to hers. She wrapped her arms around him and held on tight... at least for that night.
Chapter 125
"This is why I don't get seriously involved! Too complicated! Too much stress! Too much thinking! Trying to understand! I don't have time for all this! Before you came along, my life was free and easy! No complicated bullshit! Now, I don't know if I'm coming or going!"
Jake sat on the sofa in Lydia's basement as long as he dared, those words ringing in his ears among the others that had been communicated between Vivian and himself. Inhaling deep, he stood knowing that Lydia was probably waiting on him to come up stairs. Dennis, Sheila and Vivian had been gone for twenty minutes now, during that time, he'd been walking around the small basement apartment admiring the clean layout of it. There was two bedrooms, one bath, nice size kitchen and dining room, and a very spacious living room, while partially furnished with just about all that was needed except for personal small appliances and decoration. It was pretty much ready to move into. One of the bedrooms was fully furnished with a queen size bed, dresser, chester drawer and bed tables. The kitchen had a new refrigerator and stove and new kitchen cabinets all the way around. Off of it, there was even a little laundry room with connections for washer and dryer. He was very impressed with it. He went back out to the basement entrance, locking the vestibule door, then came back into the basement apartment locking that door as well and then made his way towards the rear basement door that would take him up the back porch way. As he walked through the furnished apartment, he couldn't help but imagine himself there knowing that the place was waiting for a renter. The thought crossed his mind to ask Lydia about it, but there was no way he could maintain the cost of renting an apartment in Chicago when he lived in Wisconsin. It would be a waste of money to rent it from her when he would hardly ever be there, considering that he would have to be back to work in four more weeks. Heading out the back door he made sure to lock it. At the top of the stairs he heard someone on the first floor landing rifling about, stepping up he stopped to see an older black woman pushing her garbage bag into an outside can, she stood upright suddenly and screamed at him.
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