Authors: Zuri Day
Love on the Run (14 page)
24
“Your skin is so soft,” Michael murmured after placing kisses on her arm and hand. “I want to feel you all over.”
“I want that, too,” Shayna heard herself saying.
Oh, wait, did I say that out loud?
A drunken tongue speaking a sober mind, her Big Mama would say. Through the haze of her tipsiness she realized that somewhere the tides had turned and the seduction that she was supposed to be planning was being handled the other way around.
Oh, wait, did I say that out loud?
A drunken tongue speaking a sober mind, her Big Mama would say. Through the haze of her tipsiness she realized that somewhere the tides had turned and the seduction that she was supposed to be planning was being handled the other way around.
“Let's go upstairs.”
They wordlessly mounted the stairway, hand in hand, both lost in thought. Michael was experiencing a rare moment where he was questioning his actions. He'd never thought twice before bedding a willing female, but with Shayna he was actually weighing the repercussions.
You said you'd never again do this, man. What if this causes insurmountable problems in your business relationship? What if she falls in love with you, man, and turns out to be like Ms. Lovin' Basketball . . . insane!
And then there was the thought that bothered him more than the others.
What if you hurt her?
You said you'd never again do this, man. What if this causes insurmountable problems in your business relationship? What if she falls in love with you, man, and turns out to be like Ms. Lovin' Basketball . . . insane!
And then there was the thought that bothered him more than the others.
What if you hurt her?
They reached the bedroom. Michael flipped on the light and then adjusted the dimmer switch to that of a romantic mood. Shayna sat down on the bed, then leaned back, resting on her elbows. “I'm kinda scared,” she admitted.
“Me, too.” Michael surprised himself with his own truth.
“We don't have to if you don't want to. . . . ”
“Baby, I've never wanted to more in my life.” He sat on the bed, gazing at this girl-child before him. She was twenty-five, but here, with her toned, compact body and vulnerable eyes, she seemed younger. He reached up and fingered her hair, feeling the tresses before pulling the pins away that held it aloft. He leaned down and kissed her, softly at first and then, as Shayna's hands began an exploration of his arms and back, with a little more urgency. She shifted her body until they were almost facing each other. Michael deepened the kiss as he began an exploration of his own, down her back, across her backside, thighs, and back again. Her skin felt softer than the jersey material covering it, Michael noticed, and realized that having any part of her body covered was a problem.
“Here, sit up. Let me undress you.”
Shayna quietly obeyed, lifting her hips so that he could pull the material from around her thighs and then over her head in one fell swoop. Michael took in the perfectly formed breasts encased in a lacy black bra. Noticing the front clasp, he reached for it, undid it, closed his eyes against the beauty that greeted him in the form of large blackberry-colored nipples, already hard and waiting.
“You're beautiful.” He leaned forward, kissing her gently as he lightly massaged one nipple and then the other. He ran his lips across her neck and shoulders before easing her body on the bed and immediately lowering his head to the nipples he'd just massaged. His long, stiff tongue circled one and then the other. Shayna hissed at the assault. Michael smiled and thought,
We're just getting started.
He stood and removed his shirt, slacks, shoes, and socks in short order. Shayna rose to remove her heels, but Michael stopped her. “Not yet.” Still wearing a black silk undershirt and matching boxers, he rejoined Shayna on the bed. He moved her to the middle of the large, king-sized paradise and covered her body with his. Their tongues once again worked to get better acquainted as their hands traveled each other's bodies. Shayna became emboldened with desire, finding and squeezing Michael's round, taut buttocks, a move that caused Michael to grind his hardening desire into her stomach.
We're just getting started.
He stood and removed his shirt, slacks, shoes, and socks in short order. Shayna rose to remove her heels, but Michael stopped her. “Not yet.” Still wearing a black silk undershirt and matching boxers, he rejoined Shayna on the bed. He moved her to the middle of the large, king-sized paradise and covered her body with his. Their tongues once again worked to get better acquainted as their hands traveled each other's bodies. Shayna became emboldened with desire, finding and squeezing Michael's round, taut buttocks, a move that caused Michael to grind his hardening desire into her stomach.
“Ummm.” He lifted slightly from her and once again began a descent down her body. It seemed that he was determined to kiss each and every part of her, starting with her neck and shoulders before moving on to first one nipple and then the other, where he lingered for a while. He alternated between licks, nips, and a teasing rolling between forefinger and thumb, all while his other hand roamed across her stomach, hips, and the insides of her thighs. Shayna squirmed as Michael continued to come close to but not quite reach her heat. She gasped as his finger skimmed the top of her matching lace thong. Her body shivered as he slid a hand inside it, over her bare mound, down the inside of her leg, and back out. He moved his body lower still.
Licking, kissing, treating her body like the finest porcelain as his tongue touched her seemingly everywhere between her chest and hips. He reached her thighs and kissed the outside before spreading her legs apart and nuzzling the sensitive insides. His head rubbed her hot spot as he kissed her legs, on purpose, she thought. The friction of his head and the fabric of her thong was almost unbearable. Shayna had never been this turned on before, couldn't believe how hot she felt simply from Michael's kisses. But as he continued, she realized that there was nothing simple about them. She forced herself back into the moment, and focused on how he continued down her leg, massaging her stomach with his hands while he licked and then kissed her knees, ankles, and back up to the inside of her thighs. He pushed her legs farther apart and licked the triangle of her thong.
“Ahh!”
A deep, knowing chuckle escaped Michael's lips as he licked the fabric again, long and hard, and then a third time. Shayna's head went from one side to the other as she tried not to thrash around on the bed. Michael turned his head slightly until his tongue ran under the fabric, near her folds. And then more kisses, gentle, probing, until Shayna thought she'd burst. Finally, with one swift movement, he rid her of her thong. Within seconds, he'd tossed aside her heels as well. Then, with the precision of a seeker missile, he dove into her treasure, lapping, nipping, sucking its sweetness. He moved his head as he swirled his tongue, creating a sensation that sent Shayna shaking, blindly reaching for his head as her legs went into the air of their own volition. His tongue went deeper, making love to her body, each move seemingly orchestrated from one to the next. Suddenly, he was off her. Shayna's eyes flew open. Her body felt betrayed, bereft, like an addict needing a fix.
“What?” she asked breathlessly.
“This,” Michael answered, holding up a square packet of golden foil.
“Oh,” Shayna managed. She stared, transfixed, as she watched him shield his massive member. In that instant she wondered if she could handle the thickness and length of him, whether it was possible for all of that to get up inside her.
“Don't worry,” he said, sensing her sudden unease. “We'll go slowly. I won't hurt you.”
He lay back down and once again began his oral assault. Within minutes, Shayna had forgotten all about potential pain and was fully and completely focused on pleasure. Michael did a repeat performance, giving her a tongue bath that started at her upper lips and ended at her lower ones. His tongue was probing, unforgiving, relentless, until Shayna felt her body quaking from the inside, felt an intensity in her core unlike any she'd ever felt and before she knew it she was spiraling out of control, going over the edge of ecstasy. It felt like an out of body experience and while she was still up in that stratosphere, among the stars and the moons, Michael entered her.
Whoa.
His Master P was massive, weighty, stretching her with its girth. She tensed, instinctively, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and holding on for dear life.
“Shh, just relax, baby. We've got all night.”
At this moment, Shayna felt it might take that long just to get past the head of this cobra!
They were still for a moment, with Michael's hips elevated and controlled, his legs baring the weight of him while Shayna's body adjusted. Then he began kissing her again, slowly, rhythmically, capturing her tongue and sucking it into his mouth. As she focused on this tongue-play Shayna began to relax and when she did so, Michael began easing his hips down ever so slowly, moving, grinding, around and around. He pushed in a little farther, and then pulled back out to the tip, all the while whispering endearments in her ear, and planting kisses everywhere his mouth could touch. With each push in and slow pulling out, Shayna relaxed more and more, and her body got wetter and wetter, until at last, with one long, determined thrust, Michael's hips touched hers.
And the dance began.
Michael's movements were slow and methodical. Shayna's were urgent, as if now that she'd expanded to accommodate him, she couldn't get enough. They fit together like hand in glove, their movements like a choreographed dance with him taking the lead, and then her, back and forth, seemingly forever. He placed her arms above her head and entwined his fingers in hers. Then he looked deeply into her eyes as he moved inside her, reaching places that were being touched for the first time, enjoying the eyes darkened with desire as they stared back at him before fluttering closed. He rolled over and Shayna sat up. She placed her hands on his chest, feeling powerful and womanly as she rode him, exulting in his hisses and exclamations.
Oh. Yeah. Damn!
The dance continued and neither was aware of the thin layer of perspiration that broke out on their skin. So caught up were they in mutual pleasure that they had no idea that one hour went by, and then another. They lost track of the orgasms. They lost track of everything but the fact that what was happening here was something new and different and special and . . . more. After Shayna's final melodic scream and Michael's long moan, they settled their bodies in spoon fashion and within seconds were fast asleep. And though they weren't aware of it at the time, they'd both realized the exact same thing.
Oh. Yeah. Damn!
The dance continued and neither was aware of the thin layer of perspiration that broke out on their skin. So caught up were they in mutual pleasure that they had no idea that one hour went by, and then another. They lost track of the orgasms. They lost track of everything but the fact that what was happening here was something new and different and special and . . . more. After Shayna's final melodic scream and Michael's long moan, they settled their bodies in spoon fashion and within seconds were fast asleep. And though they weren't aware of it at the time, they'd both realized the exact same thing.
Tonight was a game changer. Big time.
25
Shayna was at once aware of the dichotomous atmosphere: soft bed, hard chest. The room so dark while her heart spilled sunshine. Had last night really happened? Had she really spent most of it making mad, passionate love? The soreness of her thighs and between her legs told her that indeed she had. But the immense pleasure had been more than worth the slight pangs of pain. Grabbing the pillow and cuddling it against her stomach, Shayna smiled as she remembered last night's events. How had she ever imagined that she'd be the one doing the seducing? The idea to come to his place might have been hers, but the lead on the loving? That all belonged to Michael. She'd known one man, but for all of what Jarrell had shown her about love, she might as well have been a virgin. That's how she felt in Michael's arms.
As though she'd never known love before.
She remembered how his eyes bore into hers as his powerful manhood pummeled her body. How they became almost black with desire, and how his mouth formed into a determined line. It was a face of passion she'd never forget. She turned to look at it, and was surprised to find two open eyes staring at her.
“Good morning.”
Her smile was tremulous as she responded. “Morning.”
Michael reached out and slid an errant strand of her hair behind her ear. “How are you, baby?”
Jarrell had called her “baby” all the time. So why did it sound so magical when Michael said the word? “A little sore, but . . . I'm good.”
“I'm sorry I hurt you.”
“No, you didn't. It's just that . . .”
“I know.” A companionable silence, and then, “Did you text John?”
Shayna nodded. “I told him that I was staying to meet with a potential sponsor.”
“Do you think that will be a problem?”
“We usually get the day off after a meet so, no, as long as I get back home tonight, I'm good.”
Michael placed his arm underneath Shayna and pulled her close to him. “You mean I only get to have you all to myself for a few more hours?”
“I guess so.” Michael began drawing lazy eights across Shayna's abdomen. The movement stirred something in Shayna beyond her ticklish inclinations. There was no doubt that she was in lust with him, but she felt if she gave in to him again, she might run the risk of falling in love as well. “Is there any food in this house? I'm starved.”
So was Michael, but not for anything in the pantry. “I doubt it,” he answered. “But we can go grab breakfast if you'd like.” His fingers left her abdomen and grazed her navel before heading lower.
Shayna threw back the covers and moved away from him. “I'm going to take a shower.”
Once inside the confines of the shower stall, with the hot water creating a curtain of steam around her, Shayna placed her head back against the cool marble and allowed the full range of her emotions to come to the surface. On one hand she was over the moon with happiness. Michael was one incredible lover. He made her feel like the sexiest, most desirable, most beautiful woman in the world. On the other hand, however, she was fearful. Now that she'd experienced this level of loving, could she go back to a detached, professional relationship with him? Could she keep herself from developing deeper emotions? And what about Michael? Shayna knew there were other women. But could there be anyone special considering what they'd just shared?
“Of course there's someone special,” Shayna angrily hissed at herself as she reached for the soap and began vigorously scrubbing her body.
Do you think you're the first woman who's felt this way after a night with him? Do you think you're the only person he looks at with those bedroom eyes, the only one he caresses with those large, capable hands and whose body gets set on fire by his skillful tongue?
Do you think you're the first woman who's felt this way after a night with him? Do you think you're the only person he looks at with those bedroom eyes, the only one he caresses with those large, capable hands and whose body gets set on fire by his skillful tongue?
And then as if conjured up they were now in the shower: those eyes, hands, and that skillful tongue. Her intake of breath was sharp as he came up behind her unnoticed in this large doorless enclosure. Yet she didn't mind the intrusion. She rested back against him, soaping his body with her own.
“Here, allow me,” he murmured against her ear as he took the soap from her hand. With long sweeping strokes he lathered her body, all the while nibbling on her ear, nuzzling her neck, and kissing her cheek even as his free hand tweaked her nipples into hardened pebbles. He soaped her thoroughly and then, after the rinsing, took his tongue on the trail where the soap had been: along her collarbone down to her shoulders, across her breastsâlicking, sucking, nipping his appreciationâacross the muscled outline of her abs, into her navel and farther, until he swiped his tongue across her cootchie curtain, parting the V like a Happy Meal to discover the toy inside. He steadied Shayna's shaking legs by wrapping his arms around her thighs and at the same time sucked her nub into a swollen bite of ambrosia until she exploded.
“Let me do you,” she managed to whisper, while trying to remember how to breathe.
“Next time.” He reached for the foil packet on the shower floor, quickly sheathed himself, and then hoisted Shayna up against the wall on the other side of the ten-foot by ten-foot shower. Away from the water, the marble was cool against her back, but no matter. Within seconds Michael had pierced her insides with a log of molten lava and continued to do so, over and again, until his fire had lit her core and the familiar flames of seventh-heaven style bliss began to ignite her body, mind, and soul. Michael felt her muscles clench around him. He reached around for the luscious cheeks that he loved so much, captured one in each hand, and pulled her even closer to him. His rhythm was ongoing and relentless. Shayna wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for dear life. She heard music and at first thought it was all in her mind. But no, music was all around them. Had it been there since Michael entered the shower? Shayna wasn't sure, but now the beat of Trey Songz' “Sex Ain't Better Than Love” was unmistakable. Hmph. Right about now, she was willing to take that lyric to a vote. Because she wouldn't fool herself into believing that after twenty-four hours she was in love with Michael. But she was sure as hell in sex with him, and right now . . . as she screamed her pleasure in sync with Michael's growling release . . . she could think of nothing better.
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