Forrest, Dawn - Sweet Water Wedding: Sharing Shannon (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (26 page)

Slowly he eased himself down into the cradle of her body, and discovered the delight of lying with shafts of sunlight and the air on his back, skin to skin with the woman he was falling in love with. He allowed just enough of his weight to settle on her, making her aware of his mass and strength without it being uncomfortable. He shifted to place his legs between hers and she responded by parting them wider and bending her knees a little more.

“James.” She spoke his name like a caress and welcome home.

“Hello, my love.” He smiled down at her. It was the first time he had ever used that endearment.

Taking most of the weight of his upper body on his elbows but still pressing enough to tease and tempt her, he gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. He caressed her cheek, jaw, nose, and lips, learning her face like a blind man yet also seeing every detail.

“Beautiful,” he whispered as he moved his face closer to hers. She tilted her head to meet his kiss with willing lips.

In the past he had always been good at compartmentalizing sex and isolating intimacy, but now, with Shannon, it felt different. He wanted to ravage yet protect, take yet give, possess yet share, and these contrary desires seemed possible with the woman underneath him. He had never felt this way before and knew that it was only because of her.

She ran her hands through his hair and over his wide shoulders, pulling him closer and at the same time pushing against him. Using the leverage of her feet against the mattress she ground her hips against his torso and his long, hard cock rubbed against her thigh. With fluid strokes she swept her hands down his body, drew swirling patterns with her fingertips in the small of his back and brushed downwards over his flanks. It felt divine.

He groaned as her small hand finally found and wrapped firmly around his primed dick. His hips flexed slowly, first following her gyrations and then leading. He ran a hand down her body and hooked it under her knee, raising it higher and wider, allowing better access to her sex. As he kissed his way down her throat to her nipples, his fingers parted her warm, velvet like soft folds and he pushed into her wet, slick flesh. She moaned and pushed her mound onto his hand. He averted his gaze from her breasts for a moment to see her eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy. It took his breath away. He now understood what he had been missing; intimacy that came from the soul through the body of the person you loved. He realized that he wasn’t falling in love. He’d landed.

* * * *

Shannon relaxed, luxuriating in the press of his body against hers. She felt infused with his presence. His touch, his smell, his desire seemed to reach her through the deliciously sensitive semi-permeable membrane that was her skin.

She felt his finger push inside, penetrating her as her passage relaxed and then tighten around it. When he withdrew she mewed in protest and opened her lust-fogged eyes in time to see him bring his cream coated finger to her breast and wiped around her nipple before drawling it into his mouth and sucking deeply. Jesus, she moaned again at the sensation and eroticism of the act. His hand returned to her warm wet depths, this time also gathering some of her juices on his thumb and slowly rolling it across and around her clit.

The triple sensations of penetration, clitoral stimulation and the suckling on her breasts had her panting and grinding, needing more.

“Please, James; I need you inside me, now.”

He kissed her again and she knew that the kisses they had already shared hadn’t been one-of-a-kind, never to be repeated spectaculars, no, that was just the way they kissed and how it was and would always be between them.

“Nothing would please me more.” He pulled away from her but kept one hand engaged between her legs and reached over to the bedside cabinet to take a condom out of the drawer. “My hands are busy, would you mind?” He grinned down at her as she took the foil packet, tore it open, and shakily rolled the latex sheath around his rock hard cock.

Shannon noted that, unlike Luke, he was uncut, not circumcised, and the wicked thought that she would easily be able to tell them apart in the dark flitted across her mind.
Oh, sweet heaven, am I so corrupted?

* * * *

She lay back but kept a grip on his stiff shaft, guiding it between her legs to the entrance of her satin soft and warm dripping cunt. Poised over her body, James kissed her again, twining tongues and tasting her fragrant breath before pulling back to watch her face as he forged forward, all the way, balls deep into paradise. Bliss, the first moment of sweet surrender, sinking into velvet soft, warm, moist flesh. He knew that he was a good lover. Women were enthusiastic to have repeat performances, but it had never felt this way before. In a moment of clarity he understood the vulnerability of a woman beneath a man and the real meaning of naked. It was the physical and emotional exposure of the soul and heart to a lover. It rocked his world,
she
rocked his world and he wanted her to feel the same way too.

Shannon gasped and whispered his name as if chanting a spell binding him to her. He really wished there wasn’t even a thin latex membrane of protection between them and that he could feel all of her heat as he forged up the narrow passage to her womb. She wrapped her legs around him and urged him on and his thrusts became harder and deeper. It was incredible, he didn’t want to stop but he also wanted it to last. He withdrew.

“James, don’t leave me,” she pleaded.

“I need a taste and I’ve gotta slow down or it’ll be over too soon,” he ground out, wanting to extend the experience, wanting to give them both unforgettable pleasure.

He kissed his way down her body and settled his face between her thighs. She hissed and moaned at the first pass of his tongue across her slit and engorged clit.

“Shannon, you taste even better than I thought you would. God, woman, just your scent drives me crazy.” She was like a fine wine and he should fully appreciate his first few sips, not guzzle away at her like he felt compelled to do.

Steeling himself, he didn’t hurry but almost languidly played around her swollen pussy lips and clit, establishing a slow rhythm and steady pressure. She was already very aroused and it didn’t take long before he could feel her beginning to lose control. She reached down and grabbed his hand, their fingers wove together and she held on tightly, anchoring herself to his steadfast grip as she rode the storm, coming hard.

James was overwhelmed for a few seconds. Who would have known that the simple act of holding a lovers hand as they came could convey trust and true intimacy even beyond giving a climax? She was calling his name, begging him to enter her again, and now pure, possessive male lust coursed through his veins. He raised himself up, held her legs wide open at the knees and forged his throbbing cock forward again through tight wet and hot flesh. Her soft yet taut muscles parted around the invader but gripped hard, clenching against his warm, bone-hard length.

“James,” she cried out as the delicious friction of his cock against her channel took her plummeting over the edge again.

She was so wet now after her second climax that he slid like a well-greased piston, working back and forth between her legs. He could feel her regular squeezes, milking away at his resolve to slow down and last longer. Lord God, this wasn’t a marathon, but he didn’t want to sprint either. He pulled out again, flipped her over onto her stomach and pulled back on her hips so that she was on all fours, leaning lower on her forearms, pushing her ass further up. From this angle he could clearly see her cream coated cunt, all puffy and glistening as a shaft of sunlight lay across her ass.
Beautiful.

Shannon was panting hard. She parted her legs wider and pushed her shoulders lower on the mattress, displaying her ass like a target with a red bulls-eye clearly in sight. He growled, his playfulness was lost, and he became fierce with lust. She looked over her shoulder, her face an expression of wanton desire. She mouthed only two words but they were more than enough.

* * * *

“Fuck me.”

She had climaxed twice already but still felt incredibly heated and aroused. When he’d withdrawn from her body she’d felt empty at the loss, her soft yet muscular walls clenching uselessly at nothing. She needed him inside her again and sighed in relief and almost desperation when she felt him position up close behind her with his cockhead snuggled between the tender folds of her pussy.

With his hands holding her hips he pushed forward at the same time as pulling her back onto him. From this angle she felt stuffed full of his cock, it stretched her channel even more, the head butting against her cervix. She felt impaled and cried out with both pleasure and discomfort. He held still inside her for a moment, taking the time to run his hands over her breasts, torso, and ass before alighting on her tender bud, alive with overstimulated nerve endings. From around the base of his cock he coated his thumb with her cream and used it to lube up her asshole. It felt exquisite as he began to rock against her again whilst pushing his thumb through her tight, constricting sphincter.

“Oh, God, James, that feels fantastic.”

“Darlin’, imagine how it’ll feel when it’s my cock and not my thumb breaching you?”

She stiffened. “I’ve never done that before,” she muttered into her arms, her head down.

James gently pulled on her hair and she looked back over her shoulder.

“When you’re ready, baby, it’ll feel amazing. We’ll make you feel so good.” He almost cooed the words, softly reassuring her.

Shannon remembered that she was looking at a ménage situation in the very near future and thought that at least she might die of pleasure first, before she died of embarrassment. The erotic image had her dropping her head again and pushing back against his hand and cock.

* * * *

James groaned as she moved on him, bouncing her heart shaped ass against his groin.

“You feel wonderfully, baby, so hot and snug that I don’t ever what to leave.”

He heard her moan and took control intensifying the thrusts of his hips and hand, quickening the pace and deepening penetration. Soon he could feel the ripples begin in her pussy and then strong spasms as she came around him, clenching tightly on his thumb and howling his name. He grunted at the familiar throbbing of his cock and tightening of his balls as she milked him. Like crackles of electricity the sensation shot from the tip of his cock, up his spine and back again—he came. With scrambled thoughts he wished he were splattering the inside of her womb with his semen and not the latex reservoir of the condom he was wearing. God though, it felt superb, she was magnificent, and she would be his...theirs.

For a few minutes more Shannon stayed on all fours as he continued to gently stroke in and out, reveling in the torturous pleasure of her pussy still fluttering and spasming around his ultra sensitive cock. She mewed, enjoying the aftershocks that he could feel. When he began to soften he pulled from her warm embrace, not wanting to risk conception. He had emptied his full balls into the condom but didn’t want to risk a leak and one of the little critters hijacking a fertile egg, not yet anyway. They collapsed sideways, limbs entangled and breathing hard.

“I’ve felt deprived all week after hearing about you from Luke, seeing you suck his cock and kiss him. Now I know what I was missing and it was worth the wait.”

“Wow, a whole week? I’m surprised you didn’t expire with the tension,” she joked tartly.

James raised himself on his elbow and kissed her neck. “You don’t know how hard it was because you don’t know how I feel about you.”

Shannon sighed, “No I don’t, it’s all happened so fast.”

“I’ve never felt this way about anyone but I think I’m...I’m in love with you.” He faltered, tripping over his own words. It was as if hearing them spoken aloud somehow validated and confirmed his feelings. “No, I
know
I’m in love with you.”

She turned her face and smiled softly. “That’s a good start to a relationship.”

“Yeah, and hell, it sure makes for amazing sex.” He chuckled. He never would have believed how much better it was with someone he loved.

“I’m sure that you have always been a grade-A lover. For me it was wonderful,” she murmured.