Chapter 21

Shawn

My eyes feast on her hot, sexy body, as she rolls away from me.

Tiny beads of sweat are trickling down her back. Between her legs, I see trails of her pussy juices mixed with my saliva. It leaves me wanting more, so much fucking more.

There’s a glint in her eyes, those intense malachite eyes.

Fuck, my cock is so hard I think I might come again before I get to ram into her pussy. I can still taste her in my mouth.

She’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted. I want to taste her again, and again, and again. I know I won’t ever get enough of her.

It’s really amazing how I’ve exercised as much self-control as I have so far.

I’ve not been with another woman in seven fucking years, but not for lack of candidates—it’s quite the opposite. Some women have been more forward than others.

Every offer, I’ve fobbed off. No woman captured my heart and soul the way this woman does. Even though I can’t remember much—each and every part of me, from the tip of my hair to my big toe—feels as if I’ve come home.

Evelyn.

Memory or no memory, this is the best. The way she touches me, looks at me and caresses my most private parts, is fucking awesome. It triggers tiny bits of memory here and there. A flash of a scene, fuzzy, unclear, and out of focus. But fuck, it’s more than I had before.

“Oh Shawn…” she moans into my ear as her tongue draws little circles just below my ear. She’s followed me with her upper body, lying side and crossways across the bed now.

My own eyes are drawn to her ass. I so want to give it a good spanking I can feel an itch in my hand. I want to hear her squeal, cry out my name, and beg me to fuck her. I want her bad.

Restraint. I need to exercise fucking restraint.

“Evy,” I whisper and take her face between my hands.

Let me get this right, I whisper to myself. I want to get this fucking right. There’s no way I want to stuff this up. Deep within me, a need starts to grab hold and threatens to overtake everything and anything.

I vowed to be gentle, satisfying and sensual. But this promise is getting harder and harder to keep.

Fuck.

If she weren’t so fucking hot. If that ass wasn’t so fucking inviting.

My cock wants to make a takeover bid and sack my brain from management. If that were to happen, I can’t be held responsible for what I might fucking do to her.

Of course, the last thing I want to do is scare, frighten, or, heaven forbid, intimidate her. To make sure this is good for her is important to me, almost more important than my own pleasure.

Her fingers trace the scars on my chest as her eyes are locked into mine. Without another word, she comes toward me with her lips and before I fully comprehend what’s going on, she’s pushing her tongue into my mouth. Unlike before, she’s letting herself explore me.

At the same time, the kiss is hard, full of passion and something else. It’s almost like she’s demanding more. More than I might have been prepared, or able to give.

“I want you to fuck me Shawn,” she’s drawn back from my face and is staring at my throbbing cock. “I really want you to fuck me.”

It’s unclear if she’s giving me fucking permission to do what I want. I grind my jaw. Her hand finds my cock—feather-like, she lets the tips of her fingers caress me.

Lava-like, my insides erupt. There’s no fucking way I want to come now.

I need to take charge.

With a low growl I roll her, so she’s now face down. She may be guessing my intention because she gets on all fours.

She looks around and grins.

“Is this what you had in mind?”

Her grin, her eyes, all of her are driving me fucking insane.

Without a response, I get behind her. At first, I just stare as she wiggles her ass at me. It’s inviting, it’s daring and it’s fucking working.

Slowly I bring my hands toward her ass. I squeeze, massage and knead each butt cheek.

“Fuck me, Shawn…please…do it…” she’s arching her back. I can see her tits and I lose control.

My fucking cock’s taking over.

I let her ass go, and then I bring my hand up and let it come down again on her ass. It’s a slap with reasonable force. Not too soft, but not too hard.

She’s surprised and squeals, throwing her head back and moving toward me.

My hand comes down fast, again and again and again.

Five red fingers are appearing on each white ass cheek.

“Yes…fuck yes, Shawn…pleaseee…” she’s panting hard and fast.

Before I slap her again, I use my finger to scoop up her juices and gently rub them over the red welts.

“Fuck me, Shawn…I want you…I need you…”

As I draw tiny circles with her own juices on her ass, I bring the tip of my quivering cock to her pussy.

She’s so fucking wet her juices are flowing like a water fall.

My cock demands to pummel into her. I try and prolong the moment. I close my eyes. I try and remember how it felt before. I draw a blank.

Frustration, passion and animalistic lust take over.

Without any more hesitation, I ram my cock into her. She’s so fucking tight. I fear I might hurt her, but it’s too fucking late. My brain’s gone on extended leave and left my cock in charge.

All my cock wants is to be inside her pussy.

I grab her by the hips and start ramming into her.

When she throws her head back even further, I let go with one hand and find her tit. At the same time, I establish a rhythm. I try my best not to pummel her too hard and fast, but it’s fucking hard.

My fingers are playing with her nipple, pinching, pulling, and squeezing.

“Yes…yes…yes…” she’s hissing, and I think she’s trying her best not to yell.

By now I feel as if I’m standing on the edge of a cliff about to jump off without a parachute.

My insides erupt once again, as I feel her tight pussy grab my cock. She seems to be milking me each time I push into her.

Fuck.

This is so fucking awesome.

I let go of her tit again and dig my fingers into her hip. It’s time to increase my rhythm and tempo as I’m nearing my own orgasm. She seems to have come already, with her pussy clutching my ever-growing cock even tighter.

“Evy,” I whisper and ram hard into her.

Apart from her heavy breathing, panting, and occasional outbursts of pleasure, I can hear my balls smack against her bare skin. The whole thing is music to my ears. And then the release comes, and I start to shoot my massive load into her.

When I’ve finished, she collapses onto her front and I rest on top of her.

After a while I roll off and turn her toward me. It didn’t pan out the way I’d planned at all. I need to make sure I’ve not overstepped the mark.

“You okay?”

Her index finger traces the outline of my lips. “More than okay.” She smiles. “You?”

What can I say? I don’t think there are words to accurately describe how I feel right now. It’s a mixture of satisfaction, love, and contentment. Happy, I think I’d have to add happy as well.

“Fine.” I reply eventually and rest my hand on her hip. My thumb traces her hip bone. I watch her skin ripple under my touch.

“Really?” she looks bemused. “Only fine?”

“Fine means,” I search for the right words now. “I didn’t hurt you? It wasn’t too much?”

“You’re changing the subject,” she pouts.

I chuckle.

“Fine is the biggest compliment you can pay someone. Didn’t you know fine means superior, splendid, or wonderful? I feel all those and more.”

Now she snuggles closer into me.

“It’s just,” I stop and start. “It wasn’t too much?” Why is it so fucking hard to ask what is close to my heart?

“Look babe,” she’s grinning by now. “That was exactly how we used to make love. We got rough. We got physical. We were wild and didn’t shy away from experimenting.”

“Really?” I hope she’s not just saying this to make me feel better.

“Really, really.”

With a sigh of relief, I wrap my arms around her and pull her as close to me as I can.

I wish this moment would never end. I wish I could stay here forever, holding my Evy in my arms.