Big Spankable Asses (28 page)

“You’re not surrendering, Simone.” He pressed his dick against her ass.

Yes, I have. At least for the night
. She could barely think straight as his hands worked up to the juncture between her inner thighs. He rubbed against her dampened pussy. Simone shuddered and rocked against his hand.

“I need you to give me your heart.” Shaun slid a finger inside her wet heat.

Then another.

And another.

Simone cried out while she met each delicious stroke.

“Tell me.”

She didn’t feel like talking. All she wanted was to see what he was about to do next. It wasn’t long before Shaun pressed the pad of his fingers to the top of her tender walls and stroked her G-spot. “Oh, yesss!” Her heavy breasts jiggled with the rocking of her body while her nipples brushed the wall.

Shaun then used his thumb and pressed firmly against her clit. She bit the inside of her mouth to keep from screaming.

“Answer me, Simone.”

She groaned, clenching his fingers that continued to move in and out of her pussy with slick insistence.

“Are you ready to surrender?”

“I can’t,” she whispered. “Not completely.”

He removed his hand and she cried out at the loss. He was going to deny her until she surrendered her heart as well as her body. Taking her hand, he led her over toward the chair. “Have a seat,” he demanded.

She lowered and waited. Determination hardened his features.

“Now put your legs over the armrests.”

She did as he said and swallowed. Her pussy was wide open and exposed. Juices flowing freely. While she sat there waiting, he moved over to the bed and removed his boxers. Eyes never leaving her. Her clit twitched. She was in a world of trouble. There was no way she was going to be able to deny herself
all
of that.

Shaun moved in front of her and gripped the back of the chair, one hand on either side of her head. Leaning forward, the head of his dick teased her inner thighs. “Ready?”

She wiggled her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit against him. “No.”

“Look at me.” Eyes locked, he plunged inside, then stilled his body. “Do you want more?”

“Please.” She was begging and didn’t care.

He eased out halfway, then slammed inside her. “Tell me you’re ready to risk your heart. That you’re ready to love again.”

She arched her back off the chair at the contact. “I can’t,” she gasped, while squeezing the muscles of her pussy tightly, never wanting to let him go.

“Yes, you can.” He pulled out completely. His thick length was wet with her juices. She gazed down at it as her body screamed for him to come back.

“Please, Shaun,” she whimpered.

“Please what?” While waiting for an answer, he slid the head of his dick across her clit, teasing her. “Tell me what you want, Simone.” When she didn’t respond, he lowered before her.

Intense heat flowed through her. “I—” she gasped when he licked a nipple with the tip of his tongue. “I—”

“I can’t do anything until you give me your heart.” Gently, he suckled. “Trust me to love you.”

She let out a long, low moan. He was demanding more than her body. He planned to open her up until she had no other choice but to confront everything she was feeling. Surrendering meant trusting and giving without fear of what pain might come after everything was said and done. “I surrender.” And she meant it. As much as she tried to deny herself, she wanted everything he had to give, even if it was for one night. She wanted him tonight and was not afraid to say so. “I surrender to you.”

Shaun brought his mouth to hers. She cupped his neck and wrapped her legs around his hips. “I want you inside of me,” she said. He lifted her into his arms, then carried her over to the balcony, and she lowered her feet to the floor.

“Turn around, baby. I need to see that big ass.”

Simone turned and faced the ocean, then leaned over, holding on to the rail, and stuck her ass out. He smacked her left cheek and she cried out, the sound echoing through the night.

“You like when I spank that big ass?”

“Yes,” she moaned as he smacked her again and again until her ass stung with pain.

“Now bend over. I need to taste you.”

Obediently she lowered her chest to the rail and parted her thighs. Shaun dropped to his knees and spread her butt cheeks wide open. He then worked his tongue all the way down to her clit. “Yesss! Oh, God, that feels so good!” She thrust her hips back to meet each sensual stroke of his tongue. “Fuck me! Please fuck me.”

He rose. “Baby, tonight we’re making love.” With his firm hands at her hips, he rammed his dick inside her. “This is my pussy,” he chanted as he moved in and out, slowly. He smacked her ass. “Tell me whose pussy it is.”

“Yours,” she whispered.

Smack!
“Whose?”

“It’s your pussy, Shaun.”

“And don’t you forget it.” Shaun then gave her a long and thorough spanking, causing her to cry out with pleasure. He pulled out to the tip and plunged deep inside again. “You belong to me.” He increased his speed and she met him stroke for stroke. His breathing increased while she screamed out his name, her voice floating out into the night. He plunged harder until she peaked and jerked. Her muscles clenched around him. With one final thrust, he released a deep growl and came.

Shaun withdrew slowly and carried her over to the bed. Once under the sheets, he pulled her into his arms as he had done several times this weekend. It felt like heaven to be held while she felt so fulfilled, so all alone. Again their strong connection scared her and caused silent tears to stream down her cheeks. Shaun was everything she had ever wanted in a man.

It wouldn’t be easy parting tomorrow. Once back in Chicago, she would probably be miserable. The thought was unbearable. Nevertheless, that’s the way it had to be.

“What’s wrong?” he whispered close to her ear.

What’s wrong?
Simone wanted to say.
What’s wrong is how complete I feel with you and how scared I am of this wonderful feeling.
“Nothing.”

His expression told her he didn’t believe her. However, he didn’t press for answers. Instead, Shaun rolled her onto his chest, her breasts pressed against his steady heartbeat. Squeezing her eyes closed, she forced herself not to think about the sadness tomorrow would bring.

“What do you fear most?” Shaun whispered.

Her heart clenched and it took her a long time to answer. “Falling in love again. What about you?”

“Losing love a second time,” he replied as he pressed his lips to her forehead. Shaun pulled her tightly into his arms and Simone wished she could hold on to the moment forever.

O
n the flight home, Shaun sat near the window. Taking Simone’s hand, he laced their fingers together. Simone rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

Shaun had made love to her until the wee hours of the morning. Then they’d fallen asleep for a few short hours and had just enough time to share breakfast in the hotel before they caught a shuttle to the airport. Taking a deep breath filled with the scent of Shaun, Simone buried her nose against his shirt. She wanted every detail of him embedded in her brain. Memories of him would always be a part of her heart. He had become quite special to her and she would not forget that. When the pilot’s voice came over the intercom, her stomach sank.

They were beginning their descent. The fantasy was officially over.

As soon as they departed the plane, Shaun walked beside her. He placed a hand at the small of her back to steer her toward the parking garage and her body stiffened.

“Simone, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she mumbled without bothering to look at him.

“No, it’s something and we need to talk about it.” He caught her elbow in a firm grip and guided her across the floor away from the flow of traffic. She turned and looked at him. Frustration was prominently displayed on his face. “I love you. Can’t you see that?”

“Love me?” She shook her head with disbelief. That wasn’t possible. He hardly knew her. “You couldn’t possibly love me.”

Reaching out, he cupped her elbow and pulled her closer. “Why not? My father knew he loved my mother the second he met her in the checkout lane at the grocery store. They’ve been together ever since.”

She shook her head. “That’s wonderful, but that doesn’t happen often.”

“It happened with us. I love you and I know you have feelings for me. The sooner you realize that, the better off we’ll be.”

Simone stared up at him, stunned by his words. She wanted a life with him. “It won’t work, Shaun,” she said softly.

“Why?” he asked as he pressed his lips to hers.

“It just won’t,” she managed, then gasped as he pulled her in his arms. “I can’t risk feeling that way again.”

“I don’t want this to end.”

Neither do I
. But she had to because it was easier now than it would be later. It was way too soon for love. There was no way Shaun could be sure of his feelings. And she wasn’t prepared to take that risk. Making the break now would give her memories instead of heartache.

He nuzzled her neck with his lips. “At least have dinner with me tomorrow night.”

Simone pulled back from him and nodded. “I’ll call you.” Turning on her heels, she moved toward her car on the second level of the parking garage before the tears started falling.

I
t had almost been a week and Simone still hadn’t called. Battling his frustration, Shaun swiveled around in his office chair and stared out the window at the hurried traffic below. For five days, he’d sent flowers and handwritten notes expressing his love and gotten nothing in return. Not a peep. Not a phone call.

Shaun forced himself not to call her, even though he constantly watched his cell phone. Her departure from his life made him face the painful truth. It had been what she said it would be—a weekend fling. Not a relationship or commitment. Just sex. He wanted a life that as far as she was concerned would never work. And after a week of nothing, he was starting to think that maybe it was time for him to face the strong possibility it was over.

“What do I do now?’ he murmured in his empty office. He didn’t have a clue. He couldn’t sleep or eat. Everything about Simone haunted him. Her scent. Taste. Wet, hot pussy. He just couldn’t seem to get her out of his mind…because he didn’t want to.

Leaning back in his chair, he let his head loll to the side, feeling defeated as he recalled their last conversation together. He couldn’t be angry because from the very beginning Simone had been totally honest with him. He was the one who refused to believe that what they had wasn’t real. It was hard for him to admit, even to himself. He had been brought to his knees by a woman who refused to love him back. Simone was too afraid and there was nothing he could do but wait and hope that she would come to her senses and follow her heart. He also needed to face the fact that it might never happen. If not, he would have to be thankful for the memories. Shaun raked a frustrated hand across his face. Who was he trying to fool? He didn’t want memories. He wanted Simone.

Only time would tell if she wanted him as well.

“Want to go and grab a bite before the beer distributor arrives?”

Simone glanced up from her desk at Amber and shook her head. “No, I’m not hungry.”

“But you need to eat. You don’t look well.”

Yep. She looked like shit and knew why. She missed Shaun. All week he’d been sending roses with personalized messages to the club but not one phone call.

Isn’t that what you wanted?

Simone briefly shut her eyes and inhaled deeply. She didn’t know what she wanted anymore. She had told Shaun it was over and had gotten what she wanted—a weekend of knockin’ the boots. Only it wasn’t as easy as she thought it would be. Since Sunday, all she could do was think about him. Shaun interrupted her every thought, haunted her dreams, and filled her mind until she couldn’t even take a single deep breath without remembering how good he had felt inside of her.

Amber walked across her office slowly, keeping her gaze locked with her boss’s. “Simone, you need to quit fooling yourself. You’re in love with that man and you better call him before it’s too late.”

She was right. Logically, the time frame was too short to fall in love but Simone had. Shaun
was
the other half of her. He provided comfort and strength. He gave her friendship and love. They were a good mix. She hugged herself, wishing his arms were around her. In her mind, she could hear his voice. As she took a deep breath, his smell flooded her senses. With her lids shut, she saw those magnificent green eyes staring into hers with the same explosive force as his erection when it penetrated her body. Who was she fooling? It didn’t matter if he was white or black, rich or poor, she was miserable without him and the sooner she admitted that, the better off she would be.

“Should I take your silence as a sign that you’re thinking about what I said?”

She returned her tearful eyes to Amber and couldn’t resist a smile. “You think you know me.”

“I do know you. That’s why I know you need to give that man a chance. Sweetie, I hate to see you so unhappy when you don’t have to be. I’ve read his notes and that man loves you.”

“What if it’s too late?” Simone asked with sudden apprehension.

“It’s never too late for love.”

She took a deep breath and prayed that what Amber said was true. Maybe love hadn’t worked out with Cedric, but for the first time in years, she was willing to take that chance. She wasn’t her mother and Shaun was absolutely nothing like her father. Shaun was worth the risk. As soon as the club closed tonight, she was going to tell him how she felt.

Shaun stepped out of the shower and heard the doorbell. His brow bunched. It was after midnight. Who in the world was at his door this late at night? After wrapping a towel around his waist, he moved downstairs and swung the door open.

Simone.

“Hello.” She glanced down at his towel and he saw her swallow. “I’m sorry—did I interrupt something?”

He shook his head. “No. Come in.”

She gave him a tentative smile, then brushed past him and entered his foyer. He watched as she moved into his spacious living room, her eyes traveling around. While he waited for her to get to the reason for her visit, he stood back and admiring her body in black gauchos and a white blouse. High-heeled sandals were on her feet.

“You have a beautiful home. Is this one of your designs?” she finally said, breaking into his thoughts.

He nodded. “Yes, it is.”

Shaking her head, she took a deep breath. “You’re probably wondering why I’m here.”

“That thought has crossed my mind. Shouldn’t you still be at the club?”

She shrugged. “I left Amber to close up.”

“Why?”

“Because I couldn’t wait to ask if you’d go out with me tomorrow night.”

Taken by surprise, he reared back. “Tomorrow?”

She nodded. “Yes, or the day after. Whatever day works best for you.”

He hesitated. “Is this another visit to Exxxtasy?”

“No, nothing like that. Dinner…at my house.” Simone chuckled and he realized how much he missed hearing her laugh.

He shifted his weight onto his other leg and nodded. “I’d like that.”

Her shoulders sagged with relief. Shaun stared at her for a moment, fighting the urge to hold her. “Is there anything else?” he asked after several seconds had passed.

“Yes, there is.” Simone began as tears welled in her eyes. “I’m tired of being alone. I’m tired of running from relationships. Things didn’t work out with Cedric, but I can’t give up on my life because I am afraid.” She paused and moved toward him. “I’m crazy about you, Shaun.”

He nodded, then waited impatiently for her to finish.

“This has been the worst week of my life. Without you, my days and nights have had no meaning. All it took was one weekend for me to get so used to sleeping with you that my bed feels cold and lonely.” She shook her head. “I can’t go back to that.”

A husky laugh escaped his lips as he felt the weight on his heart lighten. “I’ve missed you.”

“Then why haven’t you called?” she demanded to know. Shaun found her pouting lips quite sexy.

“Because I wanted you to figure out what you wanted and then show me how badly you wanted it.”

She sniffled. “I do want you. I’ve missed you so much.”

“Come here.”

Simone practically ran into the circle of his arms. Shaun pushed his wet hair away from his face and brought his lips down hungrily against hers. His tongue slipped inside, touching the tip of hers in a teasing caress.

Finally Simone pulled back to look at him. “I’ve been a mess without you.”

“So have I, baby.” He stole a quick kiss then pulled back and stared into her eyes. “You think you’re ready to meet my family?” He was ready to share her with his world.

“Yes! I look forward to it.” Shaun started unbuttoning her blouse, and she jumped back, giggling. “What are you doing?”

“Taking your clothes off.”

Desire brewed through her. “Why?” she asked quietly.

“Because I’m going to carry you up to my room and make love to you,” he answered as her gauchos fell around her ankles.

“But I…”

His smile turned devilish. “Baby, it’s been a long week. Too long.” He lowered her panties and his knuckles brushed across her clit. She gasped at the contact. “I gotta have you now. I’m—”

Simone reached for the towel around his waist and snatched it away. At the sight of his arousal, her eyes sparkled, then rose to meet his again. “The word is fienin’. And good, because I’m fienin’ for you, too.”