LOVING HER SOUL MATE (16 page)

It saddened Shay to think that
this could more than likely end what could have become a pretty good
friendship.
 
Because it
was so soon.
 
Because neither one
of them had the kind of investment in the other that would make for an alliance
beyond the sheets.
 
But as his mouth
found her breasts, and he began to suck on them with the expertise of a
well-honed lover, she knew it was hopeless.
 
Because she wanted this night with him.
 
Even if it meant she would be nothing more
than another notch on his belt tomorrow morning, she needed this night with
him.

And John delayed no longer.
 
He didn’t think he could.
 
He lifted this prized woman into his arms and
carried her down the hall to the back bedroom, still kissing and sucking her
breasts as he carried her.
 
This was
going to be a long night of passion, he could feel it in his bones, and he
could only hope that he’d be able to hold out for the entire ride.
 
He was determined to give her a thrill
because somehow he knew his weakness for her body, for her sweet, passionate
love, was going to eventually kick his ass.

SEVEN

He sat his gun and holster on her
nightstand, and then sat on the edge of her bed.
 
He lifted his polo shirt over his head,
revealing those tanned, ripped abs and that thick gold chain around his neck
that Shay remembered so vividly.
 
He
tossed the shirt across the room, to a chair, and then he opened his legs and
pulled her standing body between them.

“You’ll never know,” he said as he
opened her robe and removed it from her body, revealing her sexily flat stomach
and plump brown breasts, “
how
much you turn me
on.”
 
And to prove his point, as soon as
he feasted his eyes on her breasts, his dick jounced upward in an almost
salute-styled erection.
 

“
Oh, geez
!” he said and pulled her closer.
 
He began kissing on those breasts, squeezing
them and kissing them and taking those hard nipples into his mouth and licking
around their dark hub.
 
He wanted
her.
 
He needed her.
 
His need to have her was building with every
touch, with every squeeze, with every kiss against her tender skin.

Shay felt the touch, too, as the
pressure of his lips kissing and then sucking her breasts made her lean her
chest forward for more.
 
She needed
more.
 

And John gave her more.
 
He placed her nipples between his thumb and
finger and lifted them, rolled them around, and then placed one and then both
in his mouth and feasted on them.
 
Shay
was already getting wet and moist.
 
She
was already feeling the tingle as she coursed her hands through his hair.
 
Her vagina folds reacted to his kisses so
intensely that she thought she was going to injure his scalp.
 
And when he lifted her legs, gaped open, and
sat her face-front on his lap, causing his dick to ram against the crack of her
ass, she shrieked in pleasure.
 
That was
when he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her.

She closed her eyes and relaxed in
his kiss.
 
His lips were so expert, as
they kissed her hard and deep.
 
And then
he found those already marked breasts of hers and feast there again.
 
She loved it when he squeezed her.
 
She loved the way his lips licked her.
 
But when he lifted her legs over his
shoulders, her pussy in full view of him, and he began to lick her there, she
let out an even louder shriek of pleasure that caused her entire body to
buckle.

John didn’t drop her, as she
buckled and fought against the intensity of the feeling.
 
“
Oooh
,
John!” she yelled as she fought.
 
But he,
instead, increased the intensity.
 
He
began eating her pussy as if he was eating a steak.
 
She was bucking him now, as the feelings rippled
so deep inside of her that she didn’t think she could take another wave.
 
His tongue sliced into her, zigzagged into
her.
 
It flicked around her clit,
saturating it, and then it ploughed in deeper, sucking up her wetness with a
hunger that thrilled her.

Shay was so caught up in the
feeling that she didn’t even realize, while he was eating her, he was also
unbuckling and unzipping his pants.
 
And
when he pulled out that rod, and Shay saw it in all of its stiffness, she had
to have it in her mouth.

John was thrilled when she got off
of him and then knelt down between his legs.
 
He lifted up slightly and she pulled his pants and briefs down around
his ankles.
 
He was so anticipating her
mouth that his penis was already beginning to drip.
 
And when she took him, when her sultry lips
clamped down on his rock-hard dick and began to move up and down in that slow,
prodding way of hers, he fell back on the bed.
 

“That’s how I like it,” he said to
her as she mouth-fucked him.
 
“Yes, baby,
that’s how I like it!”
 

He placed his forearm over his
forehead and closed his eyes as the intensity increased.
 
Her tongue licked down and back up and then
encircled his tip.
 
Over
and over.
 
Down, up, circle.
 
It was her rhythm that he loved.
 
She knew when to speed up and when to back
off.
 
She knew when to hover and then
move again.
 
She did him right.
 
She made him feel like his dick was being
bathe
and pampered.
 
And then she took him whole, all the way to the back of her throat.
 
She didn’t gag, because she knew what she was
doing.
 
She did it right.
 
No woman did him the way she did him.

“That’s so good, Shay,” he said as
he moaned.
 
“That feels so good!”

Shay knew it did, because she was
getting turned up to the point of no return herself.
 
And just as she thought he was going to come
in her mouth, and she was going to climax from the reaction of his dick alone,
he sat up, lifted her up, and then placed her on the bed.
 
He stepped out of his pants.
 

Shay lay on her back watching him
as he reached down into his pants pocket, pulled out a condom, and began to
cover up.
 
It wasn’t just that he was so
well-hung and handsome, although he was.
 
But his thighs, his biceps, his washboard abs were all so rock solid, so
tanned, so masculine in every way that she knew trying to compete for this
man’s affections was going to be like competing to win the lottery: a
million-to-one longshot at best.

But she was feeling differently
about him this time.
 
When they first had
sex she was too overwhelmed with all kinds of emotions that she didn’t know
what she was feeling.
 
Now she knew
exactly what she was feeling.
 
She was
feeling that she wanted to be with John.
 
That of all the men she’d ever been with, her feelings for John were the
most intense.
 

But that only made her feel even
more wary of him.
 
This man was the grand
prize, and all those other women who’d slept with him knew it too.
 
If Shay, who didn’t play the field, wanted
John this intensely, she could only imagine how intensely the others wanted
him.
 

Shay looked into his face.
 
This was bound to end badly, there was too
much drama swirling around this man.
 
Why
didn’t she just go with the flow, having a great night of sex with him and
forget about it in the morning?
 
But
that, for a woman like Shay, would be like forgetting about an arm she lost, or
a leg.
 
Or, in this
case, a heart.

John was so remarkably in tune
with this woman that he immediately saw the change in her eyes, a change so
subtle that most men would have missed it.
 
But he saw it.
 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked as
he got in bed beside her.
 

“I’m okay,” Shay said, wrapping
her fingers around his gold chain.
 
“I’m
just enjoying you.”

John smiled and began to rub his
hand between her legs.
 
“There’s no way,”
he said, “that you could be enjoying me more than I’m enjoying you.”

Shay smiled too.
 
“Wanna bet?” she said.

John shoved his finger into her
pussy, causing her to arch in pleasure and scream out “ooh!”
 

“Yes,” he said, as he wiggled it
inside of her, putting two fingers in as if he were shoveling inside of her.
 
“I wanna bet.”
 
She kept arching as her wetness covered his
fingers and made his movement even more flexible.
 

But he couldn’t hold out much
longer.
 
That was why, just before she
felt as if she was going to come, he moved on top of her and replaced his
finger with his massive rod.
 
And if his
fingers had her arching, his dick had her electrified.
 
She felt every inch of that rod as he moved
into her in a painfully slow glide, so slow that she began to crave more
speed.
 
But he knew exactly what he was
doing because by the time he had cleared her delicate entryway, and was halfway
in, he shoved on in.
 

It was the shove that lifted her
body.
 
He began to thrash into her.
 
“Yes!” she began yelling.
 
“Yes!”

For the longest time it became a
rhythm.
 
The bed was bouncing as he
fucked her.
 
The sounds of her screams
and his grunts made for a music all its own.
 
And they made love in a way that made John astounded.
 
This woman had him drunk with passion.
 
All he wanted to do was to please her, to
take care of her, to see that sensuality in her beautiful, smoky eyes and grind
on her until a part of him was a part of her.
  
He’d never felt this way before, that was for damn sure.
 
But he felt this way with Shay.

He
laid
down on top of her as he fucked her.
 
He closed
his eyes as the warmth of her body, as the smell of her sweet, feminine scent,
as the knowledge that he had in his arms the one woman who melted his heart,
gave him a feeling so full and deep that he had to blink back tears.
 

And he couldn’t understand
it.
 
Why was the connection so deep with
this woman?
 
He didn’t feel this way
about his other women.
 
After the first
few months of his marriage, he didn’t even feel this way about his wife.
 
But he felt connected to Shay Turner.
 
And it wasn’t just a physical connection
either, although, right at this moment, that was a major part of it.
 
Because he thrashed into her saturated pussy
one time too many, and had to release.
 

He came with a hard
drain-out.
 
She was already climaxing by
the time he came, her small body was already convulsing against his big,
pulsating rod, and his release was so powerful that it lifted them into that
realm of pleasure that was equal parts thrilling, and chilling.

Afterwards, while Shay slept, John
did as he always did after waking up from sex with a female.
 
He quietly got out of bed and began putting
back on his clothes.
 
His goal, as
always, was to slip away undetected, to avoid any anger or resentment or, that
word again, commitment.

But when he glanced over at the
sleeping Shay, to ensure that she was still asleep, something gripped him.
 
He found himself just standing there, staring
at her.
 
She looked so sweet to him, so
precious, that he wondered what in the world was he thinking.
 
How was he going to just tip out on her?
 
How could he even think of doing such a
thing?
 
She wasn’t some whore he met in a
bar.
 
This was Shay.
 
A woman he respected.
 
A woman who seemed to
actually respect him.

So instead of tipping out as he
never failed to do the hours after any love making session, even one as
wonderful as this one had been, he moved to her and sat on the edge of the
bed.
 
He smiled at the way she was lying
on the pillow, with both of her small, soft hands tucked underneath the side of
her face.
 
Like an angel.