She welcomed me into her living room, and this time took the flowers from me, burying her nose in them.
I was fascinated with her collection of artwork. She had a variety of acrylic paintings of some of the beach bungalows I’d seen previously on my visits here. There were a few watercolors and several beach plaques with beachy sayings on them. Perhaps she made some of these, but they were locally produced.
Her small living room was dwarfed by the enormous butter yellow leather couch that had been well worn, and sun-bleached, as it faced the ocean and beach beyond behind a huge glass window. Something about the whole scene was oddly familiar to me. It felt very safe.
I turned to face her and she erupted.
“Oh my gosh, I’d better get these in some water.”
She dashed off into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. A few seconds later, she came out.
“Wrong room,” she said as she blushed and headed for the kitchen. “Would you like coffee?”
“I’d love some.”
She arranged the flowers and then poured me coffee. “Cream?”
“Of course.”
“There you go.”
I couldn’t choose between the steaming mug of delicious-smelling coffee and the vision in front of me. I set it down and held my arms out wide.
“Come here, Shannon. I don’t want you to be nervous with me. You know by now I’m a man who knows what he likes, and I want more of what we had. There was something…”
She held her fingers over my lips and kissed me.
My hands moved over her ass, then up under her shirt, seeking her nipples as we kissed. Her hands unbuttoned my shirt and soon her lips were tasting my wartime badges, the ink I had placed on my body to remember everything, the good and the bad of it all.
She undid my fly and I hissed, inhaling as her fingers found me.
We separated, breathing hard, looking into each other’s eyes, and then she took my hand and led me to the bedroom.
I sat down, removing my shoes and socks while I watched her undress in front of me. She lay my shirt on a side chair, folded and placed my jeans underneath. I slipped off my briefs, revealing the hardon I’d been sporting for several hours now.
She was still in her bra and panties as she took a condom from her nightstand, kneeled in front of me and pressed it over my shaft, rubbing my balls and running her forefinger up the underside over the condom.
I released her bra and slipped her panties down to her ankles and then parted her knees. I watched her eyes as I fingered her carefully, feeling how ready she was and watching her arousal fuel my own. Then I crawled back up onto the bed, leaning against the cloth headboard, waiting for her to come to me.
Her knees slid over my hips to straddle my lap, and I was inside her slowly at first, then deeper, and at last fully seated as she writhed above me. I was gentle because I wanted to feel every ripple, every moan coming from her body. Her soft mouth and tongue tempted me to go deep, so after several minutes of soft sex play, I flipped her onto her stomach, held her belly up with one hand and smoothed over her butt cheeks with the other as I took her from behind. Hard. Her body resisted me at first and I worried she was so tight the condom would break as I pumped her furiously.
It all changed when her orgasm started. Her spasms began, slamming against me, pulling me deeper inside her channel. I was filled with lust at her moaning and loss of control, so I pulled out to taste her. She screamed “no,” but my tongue was already lapping her juices. I spread her knees wider to gain more access and she tried to reach back to touch the top of my head. She gripped her own buttocks, spreading them wider still for me, dug her knees into the bed and pressed herself up into my face. I played with her, lapping and sucking until she begged me to go deep again.
I slipped my thighs between hers and gently lifted her by the waist, seating her on my lap as I buried my cock deep to the hilt. She gasped. It felt so perfect, so good to pleasure her and feel the turmoil going on inside her.
She leaned back against me and we tried to kiss. I bit her earlobe, and whispered, “I love fucking you. Your sweet body was made for me. I should never have let you go that morning. What. Was. I. Thinking.” I said as I pumped to her screams.
“Come for me, Shannon. Let me feel it while I fill you.”
She groaned, ground down on my lap as I pushed up and pressed against her sweet spot, ardently knocking on the door of her womanhood as my shaft swelled against her pulsing muscles. I burst up inside her as she came totally apart.
I held her tight so she wouldn’t careen over the side of the bed, she was so limp. She clung to me like a rag doll. I kissed the sides of her neck, pinched her nipples making her bounce against me as I completed my mission. I pulled her hair up from her neck and kissed her sweaty skin until I was nearly spent.
We crashed into the bed, a tangle of sheets, legs and arms, her orgasm coaxing and prolonging mine until we were both completely wrung out.
She clutched my hand in hers, drew it to her chest, curled like she’d done before at the Towers, and fell asleep tucked into my arms.
This time, she didn’t cry.
Chapter 12
Shannon
We must have slept for an hour or more. My cell phone rang but there wasn’t any possibility I’d be able to extricate myself from Marco’s arms and legs to answer it in time. His hand
