Forever Shade

by Shayne Ford

  The dress opens all the way to the hem, smoothly sliding off her frame. I toss it on a chair.

  Unhurriedly, I tip my gaze down as I take her in.

  My palms slide onto her, my touch reacquainting with the softness of her skin. I fill my hands with the swell of her breasts, and the curves of her hips, my eyes feeding on her beauty.

  Her smile fades away as if she suddenly becomes aware that this is a new beginning, a second chance, perhaps a road that takes us farther.

  Her lips part slightly, tilting into a small grin, the air charging with electricity as the chemistry between us starts working again.

  In silence, we look at each other, taking the first steps on the path we once were on.

  I tip my gaze down.

  She thrusts her chest forward, and runs a hand through her hair, combing it all back. My gaze dips to her exposed neck before it drifts down to her thighs and the band of sheer lace barely covering her sex. My fingers itch to touch her.

  I lift my eyes.

  Her gaze brightens as she registers the new expression on my face.

  “You are now who I always thought you’d be one day,” I say.

  Her smile fades away for a moment while I nod a couple of times to give more weight to my words.

  Tenderly, I bring my hand to her back and run my fingers down her spine. Tracing her backside, I brush the lace between her legs.

  “Shade,” she murmurs.

  Mmm... How I longed to hear my name on her lips again.

  “Tara,” I murmur, tearing my fingers away and sliding them up onto her back.

  “Baby.”

  The softness of her voice makes me smile.

  She brings her hands to my forearms.

  “Shhh… Let me do it,” I say as I trail the contour of her body.

  A flush of blood colors her cheeks as I flick her bra open, and slowly peel it off her shoulders.

  My eyes follow my moves. Her stare doesn’t leave my face.

  Smoothly, I caress her silken skin, palming her chest gently.

  I briefly raise my eyes.

  “You are so beautiful,” I say, taking in the teasing lines of her body, round in all the right places, smooth and taunt in the others.

  She pulls closer to me, and twines her arms around my neck, pressing her almost naked body against mine.

  Slowly, unbuckling my belt, I lower my mouth to her ear.

  “You’re in big trouble, Tara Hart.”

  Soft laughter rolls off her lips.

  “So, are you,” she says.

  A smile curls my lips.

  “You missed it?”

  “Mmm-hmm,” she says, pushing up on her toes, bringing her lips to mine.

  She cups my face and presses her lips against mine as I curl my fingers around her neck.

  “This is your last chance to pull away...” I breathe into her.

  “Same goes for you,” she says, smiling against my lips.

  I take a step back, discreetly adjusting my package and taking a deep breath.

  I smile as she looks at me, grinning. Waiting. Biting her lip.

  “I need to…”

  I need to do this right, to put the broken pieces back together, to make this thing whole again.

  I need to let my blood cool off for a moment, and don’t just start devouring her.

  I need to find her heart and make sure that this is what I think it is.

  She’s still looking at me, and the more seconds tick by, the more worried she becomes.

  “Is everything okay?” she asks as she begins to doubt this moment and perhaps me.

  “Mmm-hmm,” I say smiling, setting my hands on her. “It’s just that…”

  Her eyes speak to me again, filled with hope, her eyebrows lifting.

  “Yes?” she asks with a trembling voice.

  “I can’t do this as slowly as I wanted,” I say before I stop talking and take her lips.

  It takes mere moments, and all of her comes back to me. Her touch familiar, her hunger growing strong like mine, her thirst impossible to quench like mine.

  She kisses me back with the same desperation that barrels through me, as if we feed ourself for the first time in a very long time, and in so many ways, we are.

  Our blood starts running hot as we deepen our kiss, walking the same old path again, finding everything the way we left it as if we’ve never been apart.

  She melts into my arms while I barely hold myself back.

  Reluctantly, I tear away from her.

  Lifting her chin, I give her another kiss and motion to her.

  “Let’s go into the shower.”

  16

  SHADE

  She takes a couple of steps backward, my eyes locked with hers, my body burning for her.

  Flashing a smile filled with promise, I shed my clothes and drop them on the same chair where her dress lies.

  She takes a step toward me, her eyes sliding down my chest and abs and my semi-hard cock.

  I shake my head, and tip my chin again, motioning her to walk into the shower.

  Smiling, she spins around and enters the spacious bathroom.

  “Stop right there,” I say.

  She halts next to a marble wall and turns her back to me.

  “Good,” I say as I let my eyes coast down on her body, moving closer to her.

  Her hair tumbles down her back, her narrow waist grabbing my attention before I slide my gaze to her bottom and her arched spine.

  “Put your hands up, baby,” I murmur in her ear, standing right behind her.

  She pushes up on her toes, her backside brushing my erection.

  “Mmm-hmm…” I murmur in her ear, my mouth buried in her hair. “You’re not gonna make this easy for me, are you?” I ask as I tug her panties down.

  Silently, she shakes her head as she steps out of them.

  I turn the water off and let it run on her for a few moments, my hands trailing her sides and shoulders, her backside and her legs.

  I turn her around and clean her the way I used to. She lets my hands run on her, goosebumps dotting her skin in the wake of my touch.

  “Good?” I ask, smiling.

  “Mmm-hmm,” she says, distracted.

  I give her a double-take.

  “What are you thinking about?”

  “Nothing,” she says curtly.

  I lift an eyebrow as I lower myself and run a small soft sponge on her legs.

  She sets her hand on my shoulder, propping herself against me, her eyes going down.

  “Are you going to tell me?” I ask as I push up to my legs and turn the water off.

  “It feels…”

  Her eyes are still tilted down.

  “Yes?”

  She looks up at me, her gaze hazy for a moment.

  “It feels so right,” she says.

  I run a towel on her body before I toss it to the side. Gently, I grip her chin and kiss her lips.

  “I was hoping that you’d say that,” I murmur against her lips. “Now, turn around and let me finish this.”

  She pivots and lifts her arms, her palms sliding onto the wall.

  “Perfect,” I say as I lower myself again and drag my palms up her calves and thighs, prompting her to open her legs.

  I bring my hands up to her backside and cup her butt while kissing the back of her thighs.

  Slowly, I knead her tush as I run my lips and tongue along a sensitive trail of pleasure that runs along her inner thighs.

  Her body tenses against my touch.

  “How does it feel?”

  “Good,” she says, her voice catching in her throat.

  I tear one hand away from her backside and run it down and then up, between her thighs. The moment, I brush her sensitive clit, she jerks against me.

  “That’s, um…” she says, smiling, but she can’t say much more.

  “That’s what I thought.”

  I do it again, only a touch–– soft as a feather as I bring my mouth closer to he
r entrance.

  I keep kneading her backside with one hand while I lift my middle finger and slide it into her. Her core clenches, hot and wet, hugging my touch while my erection stirs, jutting into the air.

  “Mmm-hmm,” I purr, sinking my teeth into her flesh.

  She yelps and laughs, her hips rolling gently.

  I pull my finger out and put my mouth against her entrance, licking her flesh. Instantly, her legs begin to shake.

  “Please…” she begs.

  I slide two fingers into her.

  “Shade?”

  Slowly I work a smooth back and forth motion that makes her thrust her bottom out and arch her spine.

  “I won’t last long if you do that.”

  “Who said you need to?”

  She moans quietly as I move my fingers.

  “I want to feel you.”

  “You will.”

  A few moments later, I rise and press my hardness against her back before I lower my head and murmur in her ear.

  “Speak to me, baby.”

  I brush her hair over one shoulder and kiss her neck, slowly flicking my tongue across her scented skin.

  “Tell me,” I purr.

  Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I keep kissing the back of her neck.

  “Shade...” she murmurs.

  Kissing and swirling my tongue, I draw another trail of pleasure on her skin.

  She starts to rock her body against mine, her chest rising and falling with clipped breaths.

  My teeth graze her shoulder.

  “I missed you Tara,” I say softly in her ear.

  “I missed you too,” she says, her breaths quieting down as she turns to me.

  I bring my fingers to her cheek and slowly brush her face.

  “Then come to me, baby.”

  She curls her arms around my neck and presses her body against mine, and it’s the best feeling in the world.

  I lock her lips, her tongue tangling with mine as her hot breaths burn the inside of my mouth.

  More fire pours into our kiss.

  I lift her while she wraps her legs around my waist, and I smoothly find my way into her body.

  “You’re so good, baby,” I say as I start to move against her.

  Long, deep thrusts that re-acquaintance me with the softness and the warmth of her depths.

  She starts to shudder while I sink my fingers into her skin. Cupping her backside, and curling my fingers around her neck, I hold her tight against my body, sliding in and out of her.

  Pulsing––iron hard.

  “Please... Let’s make it last longer…” I say hoarsely as I feel her clenching.

  A moan falls from her lips as she quickly scales up.

  “Talk to me, baby,” I say, softly kissing her neck again.

  “I’m coming...”

  “Not yet...”

  “I can’t stop it.”

  “Relax.”

  Her nails scratch my back

  My chest rises with a gulp of air.

  Halfway in, I pull back.

  “Relax... please,” I say before I slide back in, this time all the way.

  Hardening my muscles, and trying to control myself.

  “Don’t move,” she says.

  “Something’s wrong?”

  “No,” she murmurs with a softer voice, and then I feel her clenching around my flesh again.

  And then I hear her moans.

  “That’s harder than I thought…” she says, unable to hold herself back as well.

  I push in and out a few times, a lot slower this time, and then I start moving faster as my balls tighten, hard as rocks.

  Bracing my elbow against the wall, I weave my hand into her hair while grinding into her with force, nearing that perfect moment quickly.

  Her body trembles against mine, her shaking hips feeding the tension inside me.

  Her muscles tense, her open legs hugging my body even harder.

  She’s right there with me.

  Her moans lift into the air as she starts throbbing around me.

  “Oh my… You’re killing me,” she quietly says, panting and grinning, her eyes sparkling like the dust of stars.

  My fucking stars.

  17

  SHADE

  We shower in silence.

  Minutes later, I turn the water off, grab a couple of towels, hand her one, and start drying off my body with the other.

  Quietly, she studies me as I close the distance between us.

  She raises her eyes, a soft smile lighting up her face. And then she freezes. My hands curl around the root of her neck, my thumbs brushing her skin.

  Panic flashes through her eyes as she wraps her fingers around my wrists.

  “Is something wrong?” she asks softly.

  I bring my hands to her face, tenderly brushing her lips with my fingers.

  “It’s been a whole year, baby,” I say with a soft voice, and her eyes fill with tears as if the realization just hit her. “That’s a lot of time and people between us. I need to know for sure that you want to go on with this.”

  She nods, her eyes glued to mine.

  “Are you?” she murmurs.

  “There’s nothing else I want more,” I say, the ghost of a smile flitting across my lips. “There will be no more boy toys for you, Tara,” I say jokingly, trying to lift her spirits.

  She grins bittersweet.

  “I expect the same from you,” she tosses at me.

  “That would be easy... Boy toys were never my thing,” I say, flashing another grin.

  A chuckle falls from her lips.

  “You know what I mean.”

  “I know,” I say seriously as I loop my arm behind her knees and scoop her off the floor to take her to the bedroom.

  Her arms stay locked around my neck, her eyes diving into mine, showing fascination after all this time.

  Warmth fills my heart as I rediscover the sweetness that made me fall for her so hard.

  I lay her on the bed.

  The breeze blows softly, puffing the curtains as a sliver of light nips at the sky.

  She sinks her back into a fluffed-up pillow as I hover over her.

  Grabbing the back of my neck with both hands, she pulls me down to her.

  Her nose wrinkles with pleasure as I crush her under my body.

  Tilting her head back, she parts her lips.

  “I never thought that I’d feel you on top of me again.”

  “I never thought that I’d feel you against me either.”

  Smoothly, I lock her lips and kiss her tenderly.

  “Mmmm…” she moans, her tongue flicking against mine, her lips rolling onto mine, her heat crashing through my body.

  She threads her fingers through my hair as she wraps her legs around my waist and moves her body, grinding against my hardness.

  Smoothly, I pull away from her and slide down onto her body until I snake my arms around her thighs and crash my mouth between her legs.

  A moan lifts from her lips as she bucks beneath my touch. I pin her in place and lick her flesh with hunger and passionate.

  She arches her back against the mattress, my name echoing on her lips as she shakes her hips against my face. I slide even lower and thrust my tongue inside her.

  I roll my tongue before I draw a path of pleasure to her clit, and capture it between my teeth, at the same time thrusting my fingers into her.

  She bucks again, gripping my hair hard and pulling at it.

  A few moments later, I rise to my feet and catch her looking down at me, as I wrap my hand around my thick erection.

  She beckons me to her.

  I take her in–– her spread legs and swollen sex, before I prop myself on one arm and slide on top of her, entering her in one long, deep thrust.

  Her arms drape around my body, her breath searing my chest. She’s soft and hot and quivering, her core molding on my hard length.

  Our lips meet again as I start to move on top of her, our hips rocking
on their own accord while we pour our hearts into our kiss.

  For a few good moments, we lose the notion of time as we reconnect. Sealing a broken bond, and experiencing the unimaginable pleasure of becoming one.

  Her body stiffens as she shatters under me, her hands clawing at my body, her nails marking my skin.

  Moments later, I leave her body and push up to my feet, needing a moment to cool off while she catches her breath.

  She looks at me, drunk on pleasure, her body shaking as I take her in with heavy eyes. My fist going up and down on my erection, my tension escalating.

  Her eyes journey to my erection before she slides off the bed and kneels in front of me.

  Her gaze goes up at me, her hands to my thighs.

  A little smile breaks on her lips as she grabs the root of my erection and nudges me to unwrap my fist from it.

  I free my hard-on while she grips me with both hands. One cuffs the base of my shaft, the other sliding up and down my length before she sheathes me with her mouth, blowing hot air on my heated flesh.

  Her swollen lips roll up and down, sweat glittering on her face as her eyes stay locked with mine, burning like two embers–– her hair a beautiful mess.

  Slipping my hands under her hair, I brush it all away from her face and pull it into my fist.

  Laying the other hand on the back of her head, I start rocking my hips.

  I gently press the back of her head, and her pace picks up, firing up every nerve in my body.

  Her eyes glint with pleasure as a shudder rams through me. My muscles shift beneath my skin, my chest pumping air fast.

  It takes a few moments before I lose control.

  She holds me firmly against her face as I shoot my load into her mouth, grunting with pleasure.

  Panting, she crawls her way up, holding onto me.

  I give her a soft kiss and pull away from her, my heart drumming in my chest. I grab a towel in the bathroom and wipe my body clean before I pick up another one and come back to her.

  She gazes at me, lost, while I run the towel over her chest and thighs, cleaning her up. I brush her hair away from her face.

  Her eyes harbor a shred of sadness.

  “Come to me, baby,” I say, picking her up.

  She curls her legs around my hips and clasps her hands behind my neck as I slide onto the bed with her, my back propped against the headboard.

  Trembling, she leans to me and hugs me.