BOMAW 1-3 (32 page)

Once Shawn had the key to a room and Sylvia knew the room number, they parted ways at the elevator. “I’ll be up in a minute. I need to visit the gift shop,” she informed him. With the raising of his brow, he thought about that and changed it. “I think you can go on up now, and I’ll be there in a moment,” he suggested.

“But—” she started and he covered her lips with his finger, silencing her.

“Trust me.” The elevator doors opened, he lifted her chin gently with his bent finger, placing a quick peck to her lips and stepped away with a wink, handing her into the elevator. When the doors closed, he headed for the gift shop.

On their floor, the doors opened, Sylvia stepped out looking down each direction of the hall, and to the wall for direction to their room. Spotting it, she headed that way. Once inside, she looked the king suite over and found it very tasteful, clean and conservatively elegant. She sat her purse on the table, turned on the TV, kicked off her shoes, unbuttoned her long suede camel coat walking to the closet to hang it up, the whole time, her mother on her mind and calling her, she wanted to get this out of the way immediately, sitting on the sofa with the phone next to it on an end table, she took a deep breath and dialed her mother’s number; fourth ring, she answered.

“Hello?”

“Umm, mama…it’s me. An-n-nd, well, don’t wait up for us tonight.”

“What’s that suppose to mean?”

“Mama, come on. You know what that means. We won’t be home tonight.”

Silence prevailed for a space of time and finally Lydia said, “Old as you is, a man invite you t’get a room, and you ain’t got sense enough to play hard to get and say no?”

Sylvia chuckled. “For your information, mother dear, I asked him to get the room. I just called to let you know…I won’t be home. I love you, now goodnight.” Smiling, she hung up the phone.

Standing, she smiled seductively to the room at large, and sashayed to the bathroom to start the shower. She’d been in there for maybe twenty minutes when she heard a tap on the door.

“It’s me, can I come in? I brought you some things.”

“Come in!” she yelled over the shower spray. “What’d you bring me?” she asked, looking around the side of the shower. Shawn stared at her for a moment. She had a towel wrapped around her head turban-style, making her look so exotic, enhancing her large eyes.

“Wow.” He sighed. She smiled, repeating, “What’d you bring me?”

“Oh!” He held up a medium size gift bag, then sat it on the sink counter. “I told the woman in the gift shop to fill it with all the stuff a woman who is anal about feeling soft and smelling good and sexy for a man, would need to sleep over.”

“Ach! Shawn!”

He started laughing, “Well, you are! So it’s all in there. If it’s not, it’s not my fault.”

“I am not anal!” she defended.

His continued laughter said he disagreed as something else occurred to him. “Oh, one more thing.” He disappeared, then quickly reappeared. Freezing him in place was the sight of her stepping from the shower with a towel wrapped around herself.

“Wow. Beautiful…thank you,” she gushed, walking up to him to take the satiny ecru short nightie with a short lace wrap. “Now if you’ll excuse me…” She grinned. He exhaled, backing out with the assistance of her hand on his chest pushing him back followed by the door closing in his face.

When she finally showed from the bathroom, he looked up to see what he knew she’d look like in that negligee; soft satiny cream against supple, smooth brown skin. “Have you any idea how beautiful you are?” he asked breathlessly.

She smiled without reply, looking to the table; an ice bucket held a bottle of wine with two wine glasses, sitting in a vase on the table, a dozen red roses. Tickling her senses softly in the background, a Chicago radio station playing music catered to night moods, assisting Shawn with the exact setting he wished to create.

Grinning, her eyes moved back to him, “You’re fast. Had a lot of practice, I bet.”

Shrugging, “Not necessarily all that much practice; with the right woman to inspire, a man knows how to be romantic, too.” he informed her, walking to various lights, dimming one, turning another off to dim the next, working his way to her.

“Emmm, what’s this…you still have your jacket on,” she noticed, informing him softly as he stopped before her.

“What can I say, rushing to get everything just so, I forgot about me,” he simpered low, suggestively.

“Aaah, poor you - looks like I’m gonna have to give you a little help…seeing as how you’ve done all of this, seeing to me,” she volunteered, reaching up sliding both hands across his chest, widening them under the lapels of his jacket to push it off of his shoulders.

“Lady, I’ve only just begun seeing to you.” His jacket fell free of him as Sylvia caught it on the way to the floor, tossing it to the sofa. His hands went to her waist, pulling her against his hard body. The evidence was there that he was ready, he wanted her to know it. Heat suffused her body as a moan slipped from her throat. His mouth quickly covered hers to catch that moan before its completion, stirring another one on its tail. Turning his head to deepen the kiss and insert his tongue, his hand went down her back to cup her rear. Sylvia went dizzy, her body was instantly on fire. In a frenzy, she started trying to work his shirt loose while maintaining the vigorous kiss. He pulled his lips away, breathing hard, to say, “The gift shop is open tomorrow.” and ripped his shirt open, popping off buttons. Sylvia helped him push it off of his arms to the floor. They were both breathing hard. Shawn stepped back grabbing her hand, pulling her towards him as he walked backward with promising eyes, leading her to the bedroom where the king size bed awaited.

“I hope you know this is going to take all night,” he informed her huskily.

“All night?”

“Oh, yeah…
all
night.”

“When will we sleep?” She gulped with her heart pounding, the bed came into full view. It was already turned back.

“Tomorrow.”

“Check out is at 12.”

“I know…but not for us. Not tomorrow, the next day.”

“Oh…I see,” she breathed as he pulled her up to him again with the back of his knees against the bed. It had been so long for her, she’d forgotten what a man was like when he was in the mood for love. With Shawn, there was no hesitation. His mouth covered hers again as he pulled her body into his, his arms around her, his hands moving, massaging up and down the back of her body. She was dazed, the room was spinning, and every single cell in her body was alive and sensitive to his touch. Moist heat flooded heavily at the juncture of her thighs. She wanted everything—right now!

“Shawn, please!” she tore her mouth away to plead.

“Oh, no…you’re not going to rush me,” he warned, pulling her hands off of him. “Come here,” he ordered climbing into the bed, pulling her in with him. She whimpered, now on her knees, moving to where he led. “Lay your head on this pillow, I wanna look at you,” he ordered again. She did as she was told, her body was so hungry she would do almost anything to be sated. She couldn't stop squirming, the need so strong, she was almost delirious with wanting him. Kneeling there beside her, his eyes fixed on her, he snatched his sleeveless t-shirt off, undid the belt and button on his slacks, unzipping them as she watched hungrily. Working his way back to the edge of the bed, standing, he quickly removed all of his clothes as her eyes greedily took him in, her eyes went wide at his exposed manhood, what she saw wasn't what she'd expected. Unable to lay there, being still was not possible with what was going through her system, moving back to her knees, working her way across the bed to him; her hands went to touch his chest, running her fingers through the hair there.

Her gaze was hungry. “Please.”

His answer was to strip her bare as she reached down to enclose his large erection, the solid throbbing feel of it made her heart race. Masculine, generous DNA went into the development of this man, there was nothing disappointing about him. In fact, the size of him concerned her a bit, thinking about his “all night” promise. Her first husband hadn't been quite so well-endowed, and it had been so very long. While she anticipated the moment he entered her body, she doubted her ability to last all night.

A groan escaped him as her hand massaged and measured all nine plus inches of him, her fingers circling his circumference, noting that he was as thick as her wrist.

"Think there's enough for you there?" he asked breathlessly.

"You have definitely shattered all the b.s. stereotype myths," Sylvia whispered as he led her back towards the center of the bed, lying next to her. "All night, Shawn? It's … been a while and you're ... bigger than I thought…you'd...be," she spoke up honestly as he kissed every feature of her face, her lips, pecking at the corners while his hands smoothed over her warm, inviting body.

"I would never...abuse you...not ever." He kissed her then, deep and lovingly...his tongue filling her mouth and telling how he would love the rest of her. Sylvia's breathing deepened as his palm cupped her breast, the pad of his thumb rubbing the sensitive tip of her nipple, making her shiver, moan and throb even more. Her hips began gyrating of their own accord, she felt herself wet and ready as she moved closer to him, wanting him to climb up top now. His hand went to her other breast doing the same. He could feel her movements building to a feverish pitch, breaking the kiss, he couldn't wait to taste her breast and brought her hard nipple into his mouth to suckle.

"Ooooh, Shawn...ooooh, ssssss…emmmm…pleeease." She needed him inside of her, but he had his own agenda. Ignoring her plea, he sucked and savored as his hand went down her belly to her hairy mound. Immediately Sylvia spread her thighs for him, her pelvis thrusting up with so much need, her head tossed from side to side as she bit into her lip. "Shawn…please!" His fingers found her liquid heat. "Oh, wow...you are soaked. Has it been
that
long?"

"Please," she begged, wiggling and gripping his probing fingers. She felt him turn from her, heard the distinctive sound of a condom wrapper being torn open. A moment later, he was climbing on top of her, the tip of his penis rubbing her wetness as his palms cupped her face, he started kissing her again, using his erection to stir her even more. Rubbing her below, not yet willing to fully impale her. Sylvie thrust upward, desperate and hungry for him.

"Please…please, Shawn!" she cried, panting, her hands gripping his thick strong arms as her legs rose up on either side of his hips, needing him to enter her he was making her so crazy. Finally he reached down between them and guided the thick head of him to her entrance and surged forward to enter her snug tunnel. So crazy with need, Sylvia thrust up too fast and hard to meet him and caused herself discomfort.

"Oh!" she cried out as his entire length filled her. "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Too much, too much, too much!" she panted. Shawn laid his heavy body on hers and withdrew a bit of his length, holding slightly still until her discomfort faded to be replaced with desire once again.

"Careful...careful...move slow...I'm not going…anywhere," he coaxed, promising to give her what she needed, and began stroking slowly back and forward.

"Oh…my…god…you feel so goood," Sylvia gasped, moving carefully, gripping the thick length of him. Her head spinning crazy as she folded her legs across his buttocks. Her hands moving up and down his arms, up to his shoulders, gripping his head and kissing him on and off. The heels of her feet caressing the cheeks of his butt, down the back of his thighs, across his calves and back up again as they both began matching a rhythm.

Shawn worked to insert more of his length slowly with each stroke, testing how much she could take before it hurt, rotating his hips in circular thrusts that further sent her into madness. Everything he did, he did with such torturous slowness, that it wasn't long before he felt the signs of her approaching climax; her muscles tensing, her legs and arms gripping him tighter, her body honed, her facial expression one of absolute focus and then, "Shawn..."

He slowed his thrusts so she could really grip him, letting her draw him in to the spot that would send her over the edge. "Shawn!" She was shaking. "Shawn! Oh god, Shawn, I'm coming…Shawn, oh…shi-i-i-it…oh go-o-o-od! Ohhh-ohhh-ohhh..." Her body quaked as one shocking tremor after another had her head tossing and turning so she was on the verge of sobbing from a climax that wouldn't let her go, seeming to go on and on.

Shawn was flying high seeing it, instantly all that it took to get her to this, went through his mind and he loved her more, he wasn't about to do anything to break into this victory cry. It was pure heaven to see someone who had been so strict, rigid, hardcore determined to keep him away, melting, crying dissolving into such orgasmic bliss - losing all of her inhibitions as pleasure washed over her like being reborn. He waited for her to come down from the heavenly trip he felt elated about sending her on. When she could finally see and hear again, her body ultra-sensitive, she turned to look up at him, tears were coursing from the corners of her eyes.

"Wow...that was something to see," he informed her softly. "I love you...always know that...that I love you." He went down and began kissing her, moving still. Sylvia wrapped her arms around him, gripping his head while sealing their lips. Now that she'd reached her climax, the sheer size of him and his increasing thrusts were letting her know she was possibly in for more than she'd bargained for. He was a big man, tall of stature; heavy powerful body, and every bit of it was pressing into her, the most intense part of him hammering deep into her body, pushing against her so she could no longer bite her lip in silence. His entire body, from his head, neck, down his back, buttocks, legs to feet was a tight, contracted, hardened muscle all centered on his thrusts, slamming against her.