Shane
“Come again?”
Shane could hardly believe his ears, even though his eyes told him Tatum meant every word she’d just said. “I intend to,” she purred, clasping those tender, velvet thighs on either side of his legs as he knelt between them. “With you deep inside me.”
“Jesus, girl, I thought…”
She cocked her head, throat bright with thrush and nipples still firm and taut. “Thought what, Shane?”
“That you … you wanted to go slow?”
She barked laughter, warm and guttural, the same way she squealed and cursed every time she came. “Do I look like I’m ready to go slow, cowboy?”
“No, but … you sure about this?” Shane scratched his head, as if solving a particularly troublesome math problem back in high school.
“Shane, trust me when I tell you I’ve never been more sure about anything in my entire life.”
Shane nodded quietly, considering. She sure looked sure, her body sweaty from nearly a dozen orgasms, her lips puffy from lust and her pussy pink and pearly with her own, fragrant cream. He wouldn’t need lube, that was for sure. “I just…”
He knelt between her legs, cock throbbing and hard as a baseball bat. “Just what, baby?” She seemed to sense what was troubling him, even if he didn’t. “Are you nervous about something?”
“Hell, no!” he lied, too quickly.
She wriggled closer, the bed squeaking as she drew him gently in. He could feel the heat of her pussy against his cock, so close he could lean slightly forward and slither it right in, deep until their joints met and he wedged himself hard and tight inside the hottest woman he’d ever met.
So what was he afraid of, after all?
Then he said it, before he even realized he was saying it, let alone thinking it. “I just … what then?”
She winked luridly, wriggling her firm, ripe ass for emphasis. The sudden motion drew him even closer, so close a drizzle of his pre-cum dripped onto her swollen pink snatch, slithering across her puffy labia as if drawing him a path to follow. “What then? You want me to show you where to put it, Big Boy?”
He chuckled nervously. “No, I mean…”
Her voice lowered a notch, to match the almost somber tone in her voice. “I know what you mean, Shane. You want to know what happens after we’ve crossed the last hurdle, done the final deed. What next? It’s what every couple asks, and we’ll never know if we don’t try, right?”
“I want to try, I guess you’re right. I’m scared.”
Tatum made a soft, gentle clucking noise,
like maybe she was trying to get a stray kitten to drink from her
bowl of milk. “Baby, there’s nothing to be afraid of here, okay?
It’s you, it’s me … you wanted me to take your virginity, right?
This is me telling you I’m ready if you are, Shane.”
The way she said his name, so soft and tender, so rich and
powerful, brought Shane back to his senses. “I was ready the minute
I saw you in that tight yellow sweater, baby.”
She purred, chuckling so that her ripe breasts jiggled and sent his cock twitching, not to mention every other part of his hardwired body. “It wasn’t that tight,” she teased, licking her lips as he inched ever closer, covering her knees with his palms as he pressed and rubbed the swollen tip of his desperate cock against her sticky sweet clit.
“Tight enough so you couldn’t wear a bra underneath,” he tantalized with words even as his cock tip teased her thick lips open just a smidge more. The heat from her molten cavern caressed his stiff cock, making him shudder involuntarily even as she squirmed with renewed desire and ground those same lips against his swollen shaft, velvet slick and sticky thick.
“You noticed, huh?”
He paused with his tip just inside, grateful she’d already made him come gallons only an hour or two before or otherwise he’d be gushing like a two-pump chump already. “I couldn’t stop noticing.”
She murmured as the tip of his cock lingered just inside her sweltering pussy, eyelids fluttering up and down like a slot machine. “I’ve never been so bold as I am with you, Shane Dixon.”
“You did that on purpose?”
She nodded, biting down on her lower lip, as gently he slithered another inch or two of his admittedly medium-length prick just deeper inside. “I saw your picture on my editor’s desk. So cute, those dimples, those eyes, so soft and gentle. I thought maybe…”
Tatum paused, wincing slightly as he inched deeper inside of her. “Jesus, damn, I love your cock.”
Shane blushed, only then realizing he had palmed both of her knees, her legs hiked up and her feet pressing down against the mattress on either side of his gently thrusting hips.
“Thanks,” he teased. “I’m rather fond of it myself.”
They paused for a moment, Shane savoring the sensation of Tatum’s silken walls clinging to his throbbing shaft, the velvet heat both comforting and excruciatingly tempting at the same time. Half of him wanted to rut and grunt and grind and blast inside her clinging pussy as fast as he could while the other half wanted to savor this sensation as long as he could. Somehow, Shane knew his first time would be an uncontrollable mix of both.
“You were saying?” Shane could hardly believe they were fucking and talking! With Emily back home, words were strictly off limits. He was expected to pleasure her in all the ways she saw fit, with only a grunt or a curse to direct him. Sex was dirty, to be done only in the dark, and only when she craved it, hot and smelly and quick and dirty.
But here, with Tatum, the sun shining in through the open window, crisp fall light favoring her every nook and cranny, he was free to be himself. To pleasure her, certainly, but to enjoy himself as well. And that he was. Gently gliding in and out of her velvet clutches, Shane could feel the heat rising from where it lay, coiled deep in his thick, gently shrugging balls.
Tatum’s eyelids fluttered open, her knuckles white on the headboard, puffy pink nipples stiff once more. “I was?”
“How you skipped a bra that first day because…”
Their eyes met as he ground himself all the way in, watching hers widen even as her lips gently parted, a soft gasp of appreciation escaping them even as she inched gently forward to close the gap between their sweaty, sticky pelvises. When they met, the heat was intense, the sensation so slick he struggled to remain conscious. “Because I was stupid, I guess.”
He thrust gently deeper, their mounds fervent and pressing. “You’re far from stupid, Tatum.”
“I was that day. I thought, foolishly, I thought maybe I could flirt a little. I’ve never been with a jock before. And…” Tatum paused slightly, eyelids gently closing as he ground against her bud with the flat of his pelvis, sensing the give and tug of her clit against his firm, flat flesh. He thrust gently deeper, earning a low, wet, desperate moan from deep inside before she continued, voice breathy and slow and frequently interrupted by gasps and groans.
“Ummm, and you were so cute, and younger than me, and everything about you seemed so different from the other guys I dated, and you were so off limits, it was so unprofessional of me and then … then I met you and … and…”
He thrust harder now, deeper, enjoying the way his tender thrusts interrupted her thought process, garbled as it was. And yet, despite his insistent fucking, she seemed bound and determined to finish her thought. He’d assumed if they were going to talk at all during sex, it would be dirty talk. Filthy, dirty, sexy talk. But this, somehow, seemed even sexier.
“And?” His voice was taut, low, as if his throat was as tight as Tatum’s sweet, velvet pussy.
She squirmed, inviting him in even deeper, spreading her thighs so that his hands spread wider. She arched her back, bucking as she began to grind and writhe in response to his gentle but persistent thrusting. “And then I met you, Shane, and I didn’t feel foolish at all. Not even a little.”
“You’re no fool, girl,” he grunted.
Their eyes met, blissed out and damp, but they met just the same. She shook her head, gasping even as she confessed, “I am a fool, Shane. Oh, sweet fuck, that feels good! I’m … I’m a fool for you.”
He smiled then. No, he thought. Beamed. He beamed then, and gently pressed her knees down so that her legs followed suit. When she was flat on her back once more, he placed his palms on either side of those pretty tits and leaned down until he could kiss her tears away, one by salty one.
“I’m the fool, Tatum,” he grunted, gently thrusting in and out all the while, the friction and heat making him murmur and gasp with delight. He was close, so close, and yet it was as important to him to ease Tatum’s mind as it was to satisfy his own sexual needs. “The biggest fool of all.”
“Why’s that, baby?” Her voice was soft and low, like her eyelids as they gently hovered at half-mast. “Tell me, baby,” she urged. She gripped the headboard as he gave up on persuasion for the time being, and like a damn hog rutting in the wild, thrust and bucked like a jackrabbit on speed.
She responded in kind, pressing when he pulled, grinding as he thrust, grunting and urging him on. “Tell me, baby,” she gasped, but mid-thrust, gulping in hot air and turning her head from side to side. Her raven hair rasped across the damp pillow beneath her, and she switched gears and said what she really meant, “Fuck me, baby!”
He did just that, leaning into her wet, tempting heat the same way he leaned into her urgent dirty talk. “Yes, baby, right there, oh, oh God, yes … yes…”
He smothered her lips with his own, desperate to feel the heat of her lips, her tongue, even as he filled her pussy with one last, throbbing, pulsing thrust and finally came like what he truly was—a desperate teenager in heat. The outpouring was massive, hungry, eager, and fast, and as he pulsed inside of her, grinding his mound against her own, Tatum did as she promised and came, squealing and writhing one last time.
At last they sank into one another, Tatum dragging her hands from the headboard and wrapping them around his neck as they tumbled onto their sides, his limp dick spilling from her desperate warmth even as their limbs entwined and she whispered fervently in his ear. “Tell me why you’re a fool, Shane. Tell me, please!”
Her desperation made it clear she wanted to know his secret, and for once, he was ready to tell it to her and only her. “Cuz you’re not supposed to fall for the first girl you sleep with, Tatum, that’s why!”
She chuckled in his ear, peppering his cheek with warm, hot gushes of air. “Silly Boy, that’s exactly who you’re supposed to fall for.”
He eased gently back even as he pressed her softly away. “It is?”
“Duh. Why do you think I’ve fallen so hard for you?”
Shane was surprised by her gushiness. “You
have?”
She reached out and twisted his nipple, causing him to bark and her
to chitter with squeals of delight. “Stop answering my questions
with questions, Shane Dixon!”
“Well, stop being so evasive then, girl.”
“Me? Telling you I’m falling for you is being evasive?”
Shane blinked twice and pulled her closer, their hearts beating against their chests in a by-now familiar rhythm. “Well, I suppose, not when you put it that way…”
They chuckled, bodies wriggling until they could lay there for a good long while, bathed in the sunlight from the window above and the heat from their newfound affection within. “What now?” she murmured, cooing in his ear.
“Gimme a little bit to recharge,” he said, squirming against her as sleep threatened to drag them down once more. “And once that damn sun sets, I’ll show you what I can do in the dark.”
“Damn, baby,” she murmured unconvincingly. “I’m not sure how much I can take.”
He gave her one last glance, nodding as if to her heart. “Better find out, Tatum, because I’m prepared to give you everything I have.”
She held a hand to his chest, smothering it with her palm and nodding quietly as they both felt his pounding heartbeat. “All I really want is this, Shane.”
“Then you’re in luck, Tatum,” he murmured, smothering her face with an avalanche of kisses that finally quieted her doubts and fears. “Because it’s been yours, all yours, since you laughed at my first corny joke.”
As if to prove it, she laughed all over again.