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Scooting her up his body, he husked out, "Where's your bed?"
Her legs wrapped around his waist. She pointed to the left. "Down the hall." She sighed.
He wasted no time moving toward the hall. Stepping into the bedroom, he slowly lowered her onto her bed. Laying on top of her with his elbows holding him up slightly, his lips found hers. He'd meant to start out slow, but he'd thought of Shianne so many times over the past couple of years, and he feared going slow wouldn't happen.
Sliding his hands under her shoulders, he rolled so she was on top of him. That sexy ponytail she wore, spun around and hung down slightly as her face bent down to stare into his eyes. Shianne sat back, her ass nicely and painfully resting on his cock. Slowly she began unbuttoning his shirt buttons. His hands found her legs and roamed up and down, enjoying the silky smoothness of them. Her scent wrapped around him, much like her body was right now. He wanted to remember this. His hands slipped under her dress and around to her perfectly tight ass. She wore a thong under that little black dress and that made his cock twitch.
Her eyes bore into his as she pulled his shirt open. Her lips pursed slightly at the sight of his t-shirt. He chuckled. He rose up slightly, holding her in place. Reached back and pulled his shirt up and over his head. The t-shirt came next. He let both shirts drop off the bed, then lifted her dress with his hands. She eagerly helped him lift her dress over her head, and let it fall on top of his discarded clothes. He stared in awe at the sight before him. She wore a lacy black bra allowing ample cleavage to show and matching black panties. Her creamy skin called to him. His hands explored her body. She obliged herself with his.
Her fingers tweaked his nipples, then smoothed them with the pads of her thumbs. He held her thighs in place and lifted slightly, adding pressure to his painfully erect cock. She wiggled her little ass over his cock and his breath whooshed from his lungs. Scooting back, she busied herself with the button and zipper on his slacks.
As soon as she had them open, she reached back to pull her shoes off. "Don't. Please." He husked out.
Her eyebrows rose into her bangs, then settled again. But she left her shoes on.
She slid off to the side and let him shimmy his slacks and boxer briefs off, he managed to pull a condom from his pocket first. Yes, he was hopeful. As soon as they hit the floor, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her firmly on top of him once more. This time, her ass touched his naked cock, and he liked the feeling much better.
She lifted to pull her panties off and he managed to say. "Don't."
She froze, staring at him. He pulled the condom up from the bed and handed it to her. She ripped it open and positioned it on the head of his cock. Slowly, ever so fucking slowly, she moved her hands down his cock, unrolling the condom at the same time.
Never in his life had he felt like this. She was exciting. Intoxicating. Sexy.
Placing his hands on either side of her hips, he moved her up. Using a forefinger, he tucked it into her panties near the crotch, pulled them aside, and urged her to sit on him.
Slowly. Painfully slow, she slid her body onto his. Her heat wrapped around him. Her body sucked him right inside and never in his life, if he lived to be a thousand years old, would anything ever feel better than this.
Once she'd seated fully on him their eyes locked. He whispered, "Fucking unbelievable."
"Right." She sighed.
She lifted herself up and slowly lowered once again. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
His hands took advantage of being on the bottom and explored her curvy body. Her breasts were heavy and full. Even with her bra on, they moved when she moved. He stared entranced as the black lacy bra held them in place. The darkness of the fabric such contrast to the creaminess of her skin.
His finger traced the outline of her bra. Then slid down, over her left breast, down her tummy, and to her clit. Replacing his finger with his thumb, he circled her clit, adding pressure then releasing.
Shianne moved faster. Up and down. Her face glowed as their skin warmed. She licked her lips and his balls tightened painfully. His breathing grew harsh, their workout intensifying, but so damned pleasurable.
Through pants, he whispered, "Shianne."
She moved faster, grinding as she lowered. "Myles, I'm coming."
He placed both hands on her hips and magnified their intensity. "Do it." He managed through clenched teeth.
She whimpered and he tensed. When her orgasm hit, the look on her face was pure perfection. Her full lips formed the perfect "o". Her body shuddered as her hands gripped his shoulders.
He moved under her a few more times and let his own orgasm rage through them.
His body jerked as the pleasure/pain ebbed from him. His breathing slowly returned to normal. His skin had a fine sheen from the exertion. But she never looked more beautiful than she did right now.
17
Shianne hummed softly as she made Myles bacon and eggs for breakfast. The shower shut off and she imagined him drying himself off with her towel and her nipples pebbled slightly. The reality of Myles being here in her house felt surreal and exciting at the same time. If you would have told her last week that they'd be here right now, she would have said, "I wish." And she had. For months. Years even.
She flipped the eggs in the pan, happy she didn't break a yolk. She despised hard yolks.
The microwave shut off; the chime sounded; her bacon was finished.
