SHELBY’S BED SMELLED EXACTLY LIKE her: the Ralph Lauren perfume she wore, the shampoo she used in her hair, and the strawberry scented body lotion she loved from Bath and Body Works. After ten years it was all the same. So much had changed, but yet so much had stayed the same.
Entwining my hands behind my neck, I lied back on her pillows and watched her while she slowly unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. When her hair swayed to the side, I could see the telltale signs of the moon and star tattoo that she got on her shoulder when we turned eighteen. Shelby’s skin was always so soft, smooth, and naturally golden without even having to go into the sun. I wanted to feel every inch of her, inside and out; to see her back arch, pushing her breasts higher so I could suck and bite them while I fucked her with my fingers. I’d never felt another woman’s body that was as perfect as hers.
Climbing onto the bed, she straddled me wearing only a pair of black, lacy thongs that matched her black, lacy bra. I fingered the strap to her bra and muttered, “I think I like this. Please tell me you have this in other colors.”
With a smirk, she slowly slid her hand down my stomach and reached into my boxers, wrapping her hand around my cock. “I guess you’ll just have to find out,” she uttered breathlessly.
“Gladly.”
Licking her lips, I knew what she was planning to do the moment she slid my boxers down my legs, and oh God how much I wanted to feel her mouth on me, sucking me as hard as she could. Not wasting any time, her head lowered and my muscles jerked as she closed her lips over the tip of my cock, circling her wet tongue around it over and over.
She loved to tease me; she always had, but I fucking loved it. Her torture would come soon, and I was going to make sure she begged before I gave her what she wanted. Sucking harder, I groaned when she cupped my balls and started to massage them. Dammit, I wanted to let go so bad, to come in her mouth and claim her body in every way possible. I wanted to fuck her until she ached and hear her scream my name from her red, swollen lips. Before she could drive me over the edge, I grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her onto the bed.
She shrieked as I basically ripped off her underwear and unclasped her bra, ripping it off as fast as I could. Immediately, I bent down to suck on her perfectly taut nipples, one after the other, the tips getting larger the more I teased them. Moaning, Shelby spread her legs wider and pushed her hips up against mine. I intentionally kept my cock as far back as possible so I could tease her; she was always so hot when she panted for me.
“Please,” she begged, trying to move down. When I pressed my weight into her and bit her bottom lip, she instantly opened her closed eyes and gasped. “How long are you going to torture me?” she complained halfheartedly.
Sliding the box of strawberries to my side, I grabbed one of the dark chocolate ones and rubbed it across her swollen lips. “Sweetheart, I don’t think this is torture, but I am getting ready to show you what torture is.”
“That’s not fair,” she grumbled. It’s all part of the fun, I wanted to tell her.
Beside her bed, on her nightstand, I spotted a lighter by one of her candles and grabbed it. Shelby’s gaze narrowed as she watched me play with the fire. “What are you doing?” she asked huskily.
With the strawberry in one hand and the lighter in the other, I flicked the flame so that it heated up the thick layer of chocolate covering the strawberry. Slowly, it started to shine and melt away, dropping hot streams of chocolaty goodness across the mounds of her breasts and nipples. Shelby gasped and arched her back just the way I liked.
Once the chocolate really began to melt, I took my finger and swirled the chocolate across her breasts, and finally trailed a line down her stomach to between her legs. Gently, I placed the strawberry to her lips.
“Bite it,” I ordered.
She did as I asked, and when she did the juice from the strawberry dribbled down her chin. Slowly, I trailed my tongue up her chin and kissed her lips as she chewed and swallowed her treat. The chocolate all over her body was my dessert. Tracing my tongue across her chest, I sucked the chocolate off of her nipples, groaning as my dick jumped in response. Once they were all clean, I trailed my tongue down the path on her stomach to between her legs. Right there in the middle was the sweetest taste of all. So wet and swollen.
I groaned in anticipation because I knew the first taste would be the best. Sealing my lips around her clit, I added the right amount of chocolate to go along with the sweet taste of her body. She moved her hips against my face as I fucked her with my tongue, burrowing as deep as I could so I could smell her … taste her.
“Matt, please,” she begged. “Please make love to me.”
Ignoring her request, I pushed a finger inside of her, still keeping up the punishing pace of my tongue on her clit. The wetter she got, the more I wanted. Spreading her legs wider, I rubbed my cock around the wetness of her opening, and without warning I entered her. Gasping, she screamed out a pleasured cry and wrapped her legs around my waist. Taking her face in my hands, she gazed back at me with hooded eyes and lifted her mouth to kiss me. I opened her lips further with my tongue, tasting her … claiming her. For as long as she stayed, I had her all to myself. She was mine again.
Moaning in my ear, she dug her nails into my back and her body clenched so tight around my dick that I was close to exploding. The tighter she got, the harder it was to keep going. Her moans grew louder, and as soon as she let go I pumped as hard as I could, filling her up deep inside. We were both breathing hard, covered in sweat and the smell of sex. It was unreal how much I craved Shelby’s touch. I’d spent years without it, and now I couldn’t get enough.
There was nothing in the world that could break me; not my father when he left, the fights I had lost, nor Kyle Andrews in his quest to fuck me over. None of that mattered to me … except Shelby. She was the key to everything, my salvation and my redemption.
We had one more chance to make it right, and if she left again there was no going back. I would surely break.
There was no doubt about it.