BOMAW Vol. 10-12 (115 page)

At that particular moment, she, Jackie, had been laying wide awake, her body burning, throbbing in the night. She'd been on the verge of touching herself to relieve the torture. Since him, Paul, her body - despite it's tender state, soreness, was now saying,
'More please ... just a little bit more.'
She wondered what kind of madness had suddenly taken hold of her? This was not like her, but her body had been starved for too long of that special attention that could only be given by the touch of a man. One would have thought she'd had enough for the day, it appeared it wasn't so. Thus, when the pebbles gently struck her window pane, she'd thought it her chaotic imagination, until she heard her name. Sitting up, with her heart slamming in her chest from the rush of adrenaline that surged through her, she slowly moved toward the window, standing to the side, hiding to look out and see a sight that took her breath away. Paul stood below her window, bathed in darkness, his shirt open, softly flapping in the breeze to give view of his tone abs and youthful body. A very fit young body, bursting with a vigorous essence so powerful, it now moved from him, as if a living thing, a floating mist of spirit, easing in through her window, like a ghost in the night to move it's way beneath the hem of her short gown, entering between her thighs to stroke over the sensitive hidden nook and folds, like the fluttering caress of an invisible tongue, on it's way in, to the depth of her soul. Her heat intensified, her crotch and tunnel gushed with wetness, swelling, throbbing, pulsing because it seemed to know, that he was there to see to it.

She couldn't believe her eyes, she couldn't believe this crazy need taking over her. She leaned into the window after his second call, lifting it further open, to show herself.

Paul smiled up at her.

She wondered was that the sheen of lust, that made him seem to glow in the moonlight?

Softly, knowing, she asked, "Boy, what are you doing here?"

"I couldn't sleep, can I come in?" He whispered up to her.

"Paul! Boy, you have got me acting, like I have lost my mind."

"I know, me too - isn't it great?" He called up mannishly.

"What am I gonna do with you?"

He backed up a few steps, saying, "Let me in." before he ran forward and leaped, his hands grabbed her window seal and hauled himself upward, no grunts, no strain, his arms strong and able, as he rested there, braced, close to her, his teeth gleaming white, saying right away, facing her as he did, "I missed you." He pushed up and in and kissed her lips, taking her breath away, "Can I come in?"

Speechless, short of breath, Jackie could only stare at him, shaking her head, "I cannot believe, I'm letting you do this to me, what have I started, what in the hell, have I started?" She gulped, her body trembling, shivering, wanting what he was there to deliver.

He pushed himself upward and in, kissing her on the mouth again, breaking it, to turn his head to kiss her again, and again. Jackie was growing dizzy with passion. "Let me in, I'll be good, promise I will." He pleaded.

"Ohhh nooo, I told you earlier, we don't have any protection, condoms."

He chuckled, braced himself there with one arm, hanging outside of her window, while the other hand went into his pocket and pulled out a four pack of condoms, holding them up, to dangle before her,
"Magnums"
- Magnums because his father had shopped and supplied him, all of his boys with the very best, that would fit, and not break. "See? I'm ready this time."

Her throat closed up on her, she couldn't speak, could barely draw her next breath; she was so turned on, her clit grew a hard on, demanding an answer to the call.

"Well?" He asked, still hanging there, he would have hung there for hours, waiting for her answer.

Jackie leaned out past him, grabbed the waistband of his pants and belt, and hauled him in the rest of the way. He rolled in onto the floor and started stripping down the moment he righted himself. Jackie had rushed to the other side of her room, locking her bedroom door, just in case. She turned back to go to him, only to find him right there, grabbing a hold of her as if he couldn't wait the few seconds it would have taken her to come back to him. He bent, going straight for her mouth to kiss her, his hands working her gown up to pull over her head; his hands moving with amazing speed, touching her, his fingers going into the waist band of her panties, down the front to caress her swollen heat - the stimulation of his actions, increased her need ten fold.

"Damn boy, hang on a minute." She gasped, trying to catch her breath from the feel of his two middle fingers stroking her, making her mindless. "We have to be - quiet, can't make no - noise." She panted, the one making the most noise.

"Okay - quiet - okay." He agreed in between kissing her, stroking her, moving her back with him towards her bed. The back of his knees encountered her mattress, he sat right away, pulling her breasts to his mouth, licking and sucking her distended dark nipples, while pushing her panties down her legs. Jackie was trying to help him, but she couldn't think straight with her body clamouring in heightened passion. Stepping out of her panties, she pushed him back on the bed. Paul reached over with his hands trying to find the string of condoms he tossed to the bed when she was hauling him in. Jackie could see them clearly by her pillow; grabbed them as she crawled onto the bed, straddling his thighs and broke one open tearing it with her teeth, taking it out, she gently rolled it down over his standing erection.

"Shit boy - I can't get over this big ass cock on your young ass - don't make no sense, it's damn near big as you are!"

He moved back on the bed, pulling her by the arm along with him, wanting her to climb on, Jackie moved with him, kneeing her way over him positioning herself where she needed to be. Bracing her hand besides his head, she took hold of his immense, throbbing organ and lined it up, guiding him home. They both gasped, groaned, trying to keep quiet from the reaction of him entering her tightly swollen tunnel. Before she could adjust herself, get ready for him to fill her, he took hold of her hips and pushed upward, pumping full throttle to sink deep within.

"Hang on hang on hang on, shit - I told you, you can't be using something like this on me that way, give me a minute here, damn boy! Woooo shit, yo'ass big, wait a minute."

"Sorry, you feel so good - oh - so good ... makes me wanna start pumping and not stop."

"Hell with that, your ass gonna have to stop - calm down - let me control it - let me ride it." She pressed, trying to cope with the overwhelming fullness, it felt like he was in up to half of her body, hard as hell, touching her deeper than she could take. "Aaah yeah, see - hold it right there, move just a little - let me do the rest." She coached as her lower region slid down as if sucking him in, then pulled off to get the sensation just as she needed it.

Paul grappled with himself for control, his eyes rolled back in his head from the feel of her gripping him so tightly. Then she started moving her body on him, on that part of him in a rolling motion that was going to make him lose his mind, his head rolled back and forth, as if from a feverish delirium intent to send him over the edge. She had reached back and was cupping his balls, caressing them as she rode him in a rhythm he was trying with all his might to maintain, but forcing himself to control his thrusting was making him sweat, he could feel his balls growing tight, hard, as if firing his engine to blow. "I'm gonna come man, I can't help it, you're gonna make me come - this is feeling so fuckin' great, fuckin' great man..."

Jackie leaned over him covering his mouth with her hand, trying not to laugh at him, "Shhh boy, hush!" But he was shaking his head, mumbling into her hand that she held tightly over his mouth, she suddenly gasped because his moves were growing in intensity. Before she knew it, he'd turned on her, flipped her to her back, laying on top now, breathing hard, deep, trying not to move for a moment. He was kissing the palm of her hand, down her wrist, onto her body, licking and sucking her breasts once more, fighting not to move, to give himself time, because if he dare pushed into her just a bit, he was going to blow. Jackie, now on her back, rolled against him, laid her legs out straight, closing them against him and his hard length so that any move made would stimulate her clit. She pulled him down onto her body, to lay full on her, gazing into his eyes, "Kiss me." She softly commanded. Gladly he covered her mouth doing as she instructed. Her hands with to the cheeks of his buttocks, gripping them, she moved him against her, she grinded onto his length and the weight and pressure to her clit heightened in sensitivity, she was going to come. She broke the kiss, "Go boy, go now, go now."

Paul needed to hear nothing more and started pumping and rolling against her, into her. With her legs partially closed, not all of his length could penetrate her, just enough to give her the most incredible pleasure she'd ever experienced in her life, the moment she started coming, he met her right there. It was so powerful, they both whimpered, almost sobbing from having to keep the need to shout muffled deep within. They were insatiable with each other. He made love to her a second time, that time leaving her so tired, weak, sated that she didn't know what time it was, where she was, who she was. If the house caught on fire, her ass would burn, because she wasn't moving.

That time, knocked her clean out.

Paul made her put her gown back on, she was as if drunk. He covered her, gathered his things, and softly padded to her bathroom, carefully watching to make sure her kids weren't awake, or up. Quiet as could be, he washed himself up, dressed. Went back to her room, removing all evidence of ever being there. He stood a moment gazing down at her, smiling, proud and then, bent, kissed her brow, and whispered something softly in her ear, knowing that she slept and wouldn't hear it. He slipped out of her window, closing it back down where it was as he hung there. He gazed her at a moment more, his mind taking a picture of her there, lying, sleeping, dead to the world. With a nod of gladness and joy, he threw her one more kiss. Looking down, he dropped to the ground and took off in a sprint back to his father's truck. Starting it, the dash lit up, it was 04:58, almost five in the morning. He smiled, Vivian didn't even know what time it was until six thirty. Backing away from her car port, he laughed out loud and knew the joys of growing into manhood, and it felt wonderful!

*

La Jolla Cove

"I can't believe you did that." Shawn began, sitting on the side of the bed where his wife lay, trying to patiently let him say what he had to say, either way, she wasn't switching from her steadfast position. "That you said that to him." he continued.

"Excuse me, I didn't say anything to him, I simply played a song."

"One full of meaning!"

"Yeah, what's your point?"

Shawn blew out of his nose to calm down, realizing that he had been drinking and should probably wait until the morning to discuss this, but he'd sat down and his mouth had come open, saying what he had. "My point is..." he turned to face her, "I thought we agreed to leave them alone, just let them work their lives out for themselves."

"No no no no no, you - Mr. McPherson thought we agreed. If I remember correctly, I simply let it drop about encouraging her back to Victor; which I will not do! Nor, however, am I going to stand idly by and watch her get in deep with Ben, she doesn't need that either."

"How can you sit there saying that when you saw them together today! They're made for each other!"

"You don't know that!"

"I sure as hell do! And further more, lil'mo, is not the kind to go from man to man. Besides, when my son gets with her, another man, Victor included, will be the last thing on her mind, like you!" He turned on the bed, on his hands and knees crawling to her, "Tell me you could settle with another man, after me - I dare you." He teased, leaning over her as she sat propped up against the head board. "Go'on Shawn, you been drinking, lay down and leave me alone now." She whimpered, pushing against his shoulders as he balanced over her, he wasn't budging, with his other hand against her opposite hip, his face was up close to hers. He leaned closer, kissing her mouth, one corner, then the other. "You'll never be with another man, long as I live - together or not - know why?" He rubbed his rough jaw against her soft skin, his manner possessive, aggressive and domineering, driven by the alcohol, he was feeling devil may care, in the mood to shock her, possess her.

"Answer me." He growled in her ear.

"Shawn, you drunk."

"Maybe, maybe so - but I know what the fuck I'm saying, I know what I'm doing. Know any man trying to get near you, will get the shock of his fucking life, right?" He kissed her mouth again, refusing to back away from her. When he was this way, it shook Sylvia up inside, because he was completely out of her control. While she knew, he would never hurt her, she knew that her husband was capable of doing serious harm to others, men in particular. She knew that this man, kissing her now, gently laying claim to her, was capable of killing, of that, she had no doubt - knowing all those things about him, made him ominous at times, especially when he drank. He was trying to lay her flat in the bed, wanting to make love to her, she couldn't - there was no way she could ever let him make love to her when he'd been drinking, years of suffering under that with Armundo made that combination an absolute turn off for her. She turned her face away from him, pushing still against him even though she was flat on her back now.