Chapter 20

Shawn

Shawn’s lips are so familiar on mine.

James had tried a few times to kiss me, but I wasn’t ready. It hadn’t felt right, ever. The closest he came was kissing me on the cheek.

I just couldn’t help it. It probably was the fact that a part of me just couldn’t believe Shawn was dead. Didn’t want to believe he was dead.

My body seemed to know he would come back to me one day. Instinctively, I melt into his embrace, comfortable and safe. My mind is spinning.

It seems like a dream, and I pull back, breaking our kiss to confirm this is real. As my eyes slowly open, I see Shawn frozen, puzzled, and worried, looking at me. “Too much, too soon?”

“No,” I breathe. Slowly, I trace his eyes and stroke my fingers down his cheeks. “I just can’t believe you’re real.”

Tracing his lips slowly, I caress their familiar form. “Kissing you seems surreal. I’m afraid I’ll wake up.”

Pressing my lips to his, I slip my tongue into his mouth to taste him briefly before pulling back. “You even taste the same.” I drop my forehead to his. “I’ve missed you so much.” My voice hitches, as the emotions bubbling inside me rise to the surface.

“Oh, baby, I’m here.” He confirms his declaration by kissing me deeply, squeezing me to him as reassurance.

Perfect and demanding.

There’s a hunger in Shawn’s kiss, like I’m just what he needs. And it matches my own, because he’s always been exactly what I need. Running my hands down his chest, the familiar planes of his form feel like coming home.

Nothing matters any more. The time he’s been away and the questions I still have about where he’s been just don’t matter at this point. It doesn’t matter, because whatever those answers are, they won’t change what I want to do right now.

He’s mine.

My husband, my lover, and my best friend.

He may not remember it or me, but I do. And I need him.

Now.

My hands frantically drop to his jeans to fumble with his button and zipper. He pulls away to help me, taking over and opening his pants quickly, letting them fall to the floor.

No underwear. Classic Shawn.

Ripping my shirt over my head, I push him back towards the bed until he drops on his butt, so I can follow him, reaching for his hard cock that’s waiting for me.

This part of him is the same, too. Throbbing and hard in my hand.

Groaning, he pulls my yoga pants down, catching my underwear at the same time, trying to work around my hands that are still fondling him.

It’s heaven and hell, trying to get naked but not wanting to stop touching him. There’s an urgent part of my brain that’s afraid he will disappear on me.

Wrapping his arms around me, pulling me towards him and between his legs, he buries his face in my cleavage, panting heavily.

Pausing, I put my arms around his head, breathing in his familiar scent.

A second later, he pulls back, and I realize he’s unhooked my bra, as it slips away from my chest, falling down my arms.

I fight my instinctive reaction to cover myself when I drop my bra to the floor and he gazes upon my chest. A chest that’s changed from having his son.

“Beautiful.” He cups me, squeezing and caressing before drawing a nipple into his mouth.

My cunt clenches as the erotic sensation sends a pulse, creating a throbbing between my legs.

Enough.

I want to give him something he may remember about us.

Pushing him firmly, I break his connection and tip him back onto the bed, following him down. Planting my legs beside his hips, I drop on top of him to capture his lips with mine.

His hands are everywhere as we rub against each other frantically, my wet pussy sliding against him as we grind against each other.

I want more, though.

Pulling up, I slide down him, kissing his chest as I travel towards my goal.

Trying to slow the frantic pace we’ve set, I kiss his scars and smooth past them with my lips. Leaning up on his elbows, he watches while his breath hitches as I reach the crisp hair by his belly button.

His muscles are jumping under my lips, tightening and flexing his taunt stomach.

My feet reach the floor as I capture his hard cock in my hand to lick the head, which twitches towards me in anticipation.

Tasting myself on him spurs me on, and I lick up our combined juices, moaning at the arousal I feel.

Us, together on my tongue, is so much more than I ever dreamed about.

“Ah, Evelyn. So good,” he pants as I wrap my lips around his head, running my tongue under and up his slit.

“Mmmmm,” I hum in agreement as I suck him in, enjoying him jerking against my lips.

My mouth lowers over him as I draw him in deep, enjoying him lodged in my throat.

Swallowing, I pull back to draw up his length as he moans raggedly. Stroking my hair back from my face, I look up to see him watching me intently.

“Baby…baby, that’s so wonderful.” His whispers spur me into a faster rhythm as his hips arch and his jaw tightens.

The hard base of his cock thickens, and I know he won’t last, so I start stroking in tandem with my mouth, pausing at the back of my throat to swallow with each thrust down.

He loved when I did this. He taught me what he enjoyed during our relationship, and I loved learning.

Shawn was my first. My teacher. My everything in every way.

His hips arch hard as he thrusts into my throat, exploding powerfully. Swallowing, I keep milking him as he groans and jerks.

It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

Perfect in every way.

He pulls me towards him before dropping onto his back and rolling us onto our sides.

Kissing me, he runs his hands over me aggressively, spreading my legs with his, pinning me for his view.

His large hand spreads my wet pussy, stroking and exploring before pressing inside.

Gasping, I break from his lips, and he looks down our bodies to watch his hand.

“So wet. You need me.”

I look at him as he observes his fingers stroking in and out of me. “I do need you. I’ve always needed you.”

I’m panting as he spreads my folds to locate my clit with his thumb. Latching onto my nipple, he sets an aggressive pace with his fingers and thumb, sliding and plunging inside me. The wet sound of my cunt drawing him in fills the air as my moans get louder.

He’s driving me crazy as his rubs my G-spot vigorously. It’s intense and wonderful at the same time as I arch into him and ride his hand with abandon.

Breaking away from my nipple with a loud pop, he uses his other hand to tweak my nipple while kissing and moving down my body before replacing his thumb with his tongue.

The wet pleasure sends my nerves into overdrive.

Swiping across me, he moans with me as I rock against his face, enjoying the slippery sensation that makes my juices pour onto his face.

I’ve missed this so much. He always loved foreplay as much as sex.

When his lips latch onto my clit, I can feel his fingers pushing and pulling inside me. Torturing me with exquisite pleasure. Intense, so intense, as his tongue flicks my clit. Swiping it over and over.

When he stops swiping and starts sucking, I’m done for.

I feel his fingers pull all the way out, only to plunge back inside me as I shatter into a searing orgasm.

Lights explode behind my eyes as my mind fractures.

As I start to come back to myself, still tense and pulsing around his hand, I moan.

I think I may have even screamed.

My mouth is dry from panting, and I clutch his hair where he is still lapping at me like a contented kitten.

“Shawn…” I’m whispering hoarsely as he looks up at me with a satisfied smile on his face.

I’m temporarily speechless as the Shawn I know so well stares back at me happily.

My thoughts derail as I think about how much younger and happier he looks now. So much less haggard and tired than he looked when he arrived just a day ago.

He needs me just as much as I need him. We complete each other in so many ways.

Opening my arms, I invite him without words to come back up to me. He springs up quickly to drop beside me and wrap me in his arms for a wet kiss. Plunging his tongue into my mouth, he squeezes me tight as I pull him into my embrace.

I can feel his now hard cock against my leg as we enjoy the wonderful feeling of being wrapped up in each other in every way. Not just physically. What we have is so much more than that. So much more than what most people have.

I can feel it, and I know he must feel it, too.