Trevor
I wake to my dark bedroom and reach for Shana, but she’s not there. All at once, I’m sitting up and straining into the darkness, scanning my bedroom and listening for anything. The sounds of the city that never sleeps are just beyond my window while everything within reach is silent. Well, except for my heart. It’s now beating within my ears.
“Shana?”
I call out once and then again, louder. “Shana.”
My feet hit the floor as I make my way toward the attached bathroom.
The door is wide and she’s not there.
I race toward the hall to the second bathroom.
Empty.
An unfamiliar sense of panic bubbles from deep inside me.
Where is she?
What happened?
I’m not losing her again. Not after the time we’ve had together. I won’t.
“Shana.”
It’s as I turn from the hallway to the living room that I remember to breathe and my heart slows to a healthy pace.
Outside the window beyond the open pane is her silhouette upon the fire escape. For only a second, I stand and watch.
Her long unrestrained hair is blowing around her as she sits upon the windowsill. Step by step with my bare feet upon the wood floor, I slowly approach, not wanting to startle her and at the same time wondering how she didn’t hear me.
“Shana?” I say softly, lifting the sash higher.
“Trevor?”
Though she turned away after saying my name, it wasn’t before I saw the glistening tears on her cheeks or heard the emotion in my name.
I reach out my hand. “Baby, please come back in.”
She shakes her head, but nevertheless, she does as I ask, gripping my hand and stepping over the sill and back into the apartment. Neither of us mentions my total lack of clothing as her long legs bend, toes point, and feet come into contact with the hardwood floor. As she gracefully navigates the window, I’m reminded of her on that runway. With as beautiful as she was that afternoon, I find having her here with nothing on but my T-shirt even sexier.
“I didn’t want to wake you,” she says, wrapping her arms around my torso and burying her face against my chest. She’s chilled against my skin.
Wrapping her in my arms, we stand before the window, neither of us speaking. From the way she’s trembling, I’m afraid the source of her shaking is from more than the cool night air. From the dampness on my chest, I believe she’s crying. Although I’ve never been good at women’s emotions—is any man?—I slowly rub a circle upon her back until she takes a deep breath.
“Shana, what is it?”
When she looks up, her blue eyes glisten with unshed tears. “I bought something. I brought it here and forgot to wear it.”
“What?”
She pulls away. “It’s Sunday. We’re going to your brother’s for dinner. I have to go back to the hotel and then...then...” She turns away.
Reaching for her hand, I pull her back to my embrace. “And then we’ll handle what comes next.”
“But you don’t understand. I forgot about the nightgown. Now it’s too late.”
I shake my head trying to figure out what she’s saying. “My lady, you are the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen. I personally think that Saks should consider a boyfriend’s T-shirt line. I mean, I know they’ll charge ten times as much as the real T-shirt, but damn, seeing you in mine and nothing else—it’s hot.”
She cranes her neck upward. “But I bought it for you. And now...” Her forehead drops to my chest.
Slowly, I release her and take a step back. “I’m still here and so are you.”
“No. It doesn’t work like that.”
“What doesn’t work like what?”
“I’m supposed to surprise you and come out of the bathroom all sexy, not a snotty mess with tangled hair like someone who’s been sitting outside crying.”
I palm her cheek as she tilts her head toward my hand. “Shana Price, you’re sexy every minute of every day and night.” I tease her hair with my fingers. “And I know how your hair got like that, which makes it the sexiest hairstyle you could ever wear.”
“But...”
“Yes, I love your butt and your tits. If you bought me a surprise, I don’t want to miss it.”
“Now, it’s not a surp—”
I touch my finger to her lips. “Should I wait out here or in bed?”
Her tits push outward as she inhales, yet her blue eyes never leave mine. Finally, she replies, “It’s the middle of the night.”
“No, my lady, it’s the middle of our weekend. You tell me, bed or here, or I’ll decide.”
“Bed...but give me a minute first and promise me that you won’t fall asleep.”
“There’s not a chance.”
Shana slips through my fingers as her smile reemerges.
While I give her the minute she requested, I close the living room window. Before I do, I glance out and up. The space between the buildings isn’t large, yet up in the sky is a full moon. I think of an old childhood story about wishes. I’m not sure what makes me think of it, but with my hands on the windowsill I look up to the moon. My mind tells me it’s children’s fables, that I used up my quota when I was young.
For the first time, I’m not listening to my mind.
My heart wants another one. I speak softly. “If wishes can come true, I want to fulfill every one of hers...and I don’t want mine to end.”
When I reach the bedroom, I hear Shana in the bathroom as light seeps from under the door.
Instead of thinking about why she was really out on the fire escape crying, I concentrate on whatever she has for my surprise. Each thought returns blood to my cock, reviving the erection that has been perpetual since she arrived here Friday night. I reach for the sheet, not wanting her to think that sex is my only thought. As I do, she calls out to me.
“Trevor? Are you there?”
“I’m always here.”
Slowly the door opens. With the backlight surrounding her, she reminds me of the pictures they show you of angels. That’s what she is to me, and yet the negligee she’s wearing would probably prohibit her from entering heaven’s gates.
“Holy shit...” I mutter as I sit taller, completely unaware that the sheet I used to cover me is now lifted like a tent ready for camping.
Her cheeks rise as she comes closer, and her gaze goes from my lap to my eyes. “I guess that means you like your surprise?”
“You’re fucking gorgeous.” Forgetting my effort to cover myself I reach for her hand and stand. Lifting our hands, she slowly spins as her beauty is displayed from every angle. “I’m glad you didn’t wear that one onstage.”
“It’s only for you.”
“My favorite kind of fashion show with my absolutely favorite model.”
Letting go of my hand, she walks to the end of the bed and stops. Turning she continues around to the other side.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m giving you your own show.”
“Oh, I’ve seen enough. Come back here.”
“Are you telling me what to do?”
“I am. Are you in agreement?”
Her smile broadens as she does as I said and comes closer. Looking first at my erection and then back to me, she says, “Yes, Trevor. I’ve never been in more agreement in my life.”
“What do you want right now, my lady?”
“I want you.”
“You’ve got me. Tell me more,” I say.
As her cheeks grow pinker, she does. She tells me more.
Reaching for my cock, she runs her hand up and down my length. “This time, I want to be on top. I want to be the one who decides when you...”
“When I come?”
“Yes.”
“Under one condition.”
“What?” she asks.
“Don’t take off my surprise.”
Her blue eyes twinkle as she leads me to bed, directing my arms behind my head, I wait through the most exciting anticipation of my life. Staring at the ceiling, I expect her to climb on, to straddle and ride me until we’re both over our mountain and stars erupt.
She doesn’t.
When I lift my head, Shana is at the foot of the bed, crawling between my legs. Each movement ends with a kiss or a nip as she moves closer and closer.
Fuck! It’s agony how fucking slowly she’s moving.
“Shana.”
Her tongue laps over my thigh and then the other. “Have I told you how sexy I think your thighs are?”
Thighs.
“I-I...goddamn it.” I grip my own wrist, fighting my need to pull her up. “You said you wanted to be on top. Get on top.”
Her soft laugh sends electrical shocks straight to my dick. I look up, but all I can see is her golden hair as she’s inching closer. And then her lips take me in.
“Oh fuck.”
Her hands move in sync as she sucks and licks. My balls grow painfully tight.
“I’m fucking serious, Shana.”
“Not yet, baby,” she coos. “I want you to remember I’ve been here.”
She’s using my words. My girl is using my words, and I’ve never been so damn turned on in my life.
“Baby, it doesn’t work that way for men. You need to jump on...now.”
Rolling my balls in her grasp, she takes one more long suck. The pressure is building, and I’m doing everything I can think of not to blow.
I’m constructing bridges, doing math equations, counting from 100 backwards.
100
99
98
97...
Nothing is working and then...
Yes!
“Fucking...yes...”
Her lips pepper my neck with kisses as her tight pussy grips my penis and I’m propelled by catapult straight through the pearly gates.
“Trevor. Trevor.” Her soft hand cups my cheek. “Open your eyes.”
I don’t think my body has ever been this tight. I’m not sure I can control my eyes and cock at the same time.
“Trevor.”
Slowly, my eyes open to the most beautiful vision. Shana. Her hair is veiled over her shoulders, and her tits are covered in the white lace and right before my eyes.
“Please, move your arms and hold me tight.”
I will my arms to respond, reaching for her hips. As I do, she rolls herself forward and then back. “Baby, this is...”
“Hold me,” she says as her movements grow faster. “I think we may be in for a rough ride.”
Holy shit!
The friction is...like nothing...
My grip tightens as my fingers press against her hips. I can’t take my eyes off of her. The ecstasy of her expression as she moves, the way her hair teases my face when she leans down, and her hard nipples tenting the silk of the negligee...
“Trevor...Oh, Trevor...”
“I’ve got you.”