Keep Me (Shelter Me #3) (15 page)

“You sure?”

“Positive,” I whisper, never looking away from him as I speak my next words.

“I have envisioned this moment with you for a long time. I want to see your face when we make love, Antonio.”

His expression softens. He turns around as he unties his wet shorts and guides them down his long legs. He steps out of them and strides in my direction. I swallow as I get a look at how long and thick he is. Then I lay back, lifting my arms up for him to come to me.

And he does.

Several minutes pass with Antonio stroking my hair, my cheek, grazing his thumb over my lips.

“I think I’m more nervous than you are,” my confident man says, causing me to smile.

It’s crazy how right at this moment the jokes and smart ass comments we banter back and forth with each other pop into my head when we are about to connect in the most intimate way two people can. My playful man has a serious and affectionate side to him as well, which in this moment makes me fall even more for him.

“I’m not nervous,” I retort.

“You’re not?”

He shoots up from beside me, rolling me onto my back. My hands drift to massage the muscles in his lower back. He fits perfectly on top of me.

“You amaze me, you know that?”

“Mmm hmm,” is all I can get out, as he starts to grind himself up against my pelvis.

“Shit,” he growls.

“What?”

He doesn’t answer right away as he reaches over my head and grabs a piece of paper on the nightstand next to the bed.

“What’s that?” I ask as he clears his throat.

He turns it so I can read it. My eyes go wide, instantly snapping back to his. My expression goes soft.

“You haven’t been with anyone since you met me. You went and got tested. You did all of this for me. Why?”

I am so touched by him doing this but I need to know why he would.

“I told you a few minutes ago. I have no explanation for it whatsoever. All I know is... I’m falling for you. I’m sure I started to fall the first day I met you.”

Oh, shit. I don’t know what to say. A single tear starts to roll down my face. He swipes it away with a flick of his thumb.

“Babe,” he whispers. “Please tell me the first time I make love to the woman I am falling for, I don’t have to wear a condom.”

His plea about does me in. There is one more thing I have left to talk to him about, but not now when we are about to become one for the first time.

“You have nothing to worry about.”

And he doesn’t.

“Thank Christ.”

His hips begin to move again, as well as his hands, touching me tenderly. His tongue enters my mouth, where I suck it in farther. He groans. Hands drift down as he presses two fingers inside my already weeping wet center.

“Fuck, you feel like silk,” he hisses, pumping in and out of me.

Then his fingers are gone and I feel him at my entrance. Our eyes lock and in one rapid thrust, he enters me.

He stills himself as I wince slightly at the intrusion, my muscles tightening around his dick. Antonio sucks in a sharp breath. The discomfort decreases in an instant; I never knew pain like this could feel so good. No words need to be spoken as he begins to move slowly in and out of me. Both a physical and emotional connection flowing from him to me. My hips move with him, my nails claw into his ass.

“Oh, my God.”

Nothing can describe the way this feels. I’m floating. He’s making love to me nice and slow. I love that about him. I shout when his thumb touches my clit, making his penetration more pleasurable.

“Shelby. I am not going to last long at all, sweetheart.”

His voice sounds strained. He bends his head and kisses me deeply, never once stopping his movement inside of me. My orgasm hits me like a riptide as I cry out his name with his mouth still covering mine. His head lifts and he slams into me one last time, my name escaping his lips, his warm release spilling inside of me.

Tenderly easing out of me, he rolls over onto his back. I’m grateful for the silence as my mind takes in this intimate moment between the two of us. I smile as my subconscious screams, “Let’s do it again!”

“That good, huh?”

Antonio rolls over onto his side facing me, placing his arm around my stomach as he draws me close.

“Yeah.”

I lay my head on his chest while he skims his hand up and down my arm.

“Me too, baby. It’s still quite early. Would you like to sit in the hot tub for a while and have a glass of wine or something, since I acted like a horny teenager when I saw your sexy self standing in front of me naked?” he chuckles.

“I would love that. No wine for me, though. Just water.”

I pepper tender kisses across his smooth chest.

“I’ll give you some time to clean up and meet you in there,” he says, drawing me on top of him. “But first... I need to kiss you.”

This funny, sweet man kisses me just as slowly and affectionately as when he made love to me. I feel him getting hard again. I am a woman who likes to be in control, and he’s a man who like to be in control. I am dying to find out exactly how much of his control I can make his lose.

Chapter Sixteen

Antonio

I have never been more nervous in all my life as I was about taking Shelby’s virginity. I felt like a teenager all over again, not knowing what to say or do. When she walked into the solarium I knew she didn’t have anything on underneath her towel, and fuck, the minute I saw those long shapely legs, my cock was hard. It didn’t go down until after we had made love, and still I wanted more.

There really is a difference between fucking and making love. I don’t give two fucks what anyone says. Fucking is fucking, hell I don’t know. All I do know is being with her, listening to her call out my name when she came and knowing it was real and not a ‘hey, let’s get my rocks off and be done’ session, sent an jolt straight to my heart. I’m in love with her. And fuck me to the depths of hell, I am vulnerable when it comes to her solely because she exists.

Now she’s sitting next to me tucked into my side naked, and all I can think about is how good she tastes, how good she smells, and how good she felt wrapped around my cock with nothing in between us.

At thirty years old I have never had sex with a woman without using a condom. They were all meaningless fucks; they wanted the same thing I did... to get off without the commitment of a long-term relationship. I can’t have that with her, so even though I knew I was safe, I needed to prove to her I was serious about her.

When she told me we were covered and I slipped inside of her tight pussy for the first time, without a shadow of a doubt I knew I loved her. Not because of her giving me her virginity. Christ, I don’t know what the hell I am thinking right at the moment. I am all kinds of screwed up with these unknown feelings.

“You okay?”

Shelby’s eyes wander down my chest. Her face flushes pink when she realizes I caught her looking. My dick twitches, then deflates when I regard her timid, fearful look.

“What’s wrong?” I ask gravely, afraid she’s hurting.

Her expression goes tight. She sets her sight on one of the windows steamed up from the heat in the room.

“I...”

“You what, Shelby? Did I hurt you?”

She shakes her head no, still not looking at me, then takes a deep breath.

“I need to be honest with you. When I told you earlier we were safe without using a condom, I’m sure the reason you think we were safe is because I’m on some sort of birth control.”

My eyebrows draw up in a flash, stunned into disbelief.

“Are you telling me you’re not and you lied to me?”

The anger in my tone is unmistakable.

“Absolutely not, Antonio. I didn’t lie to you, not in the way you think, anyway.”

“Excuse me, then would you mind enlightening me on what it is you think you know what I was thinking, because right at this moment, I am thinking you lied.”

My blood is boiling. When I go to stand up, her hand darts out and catches me by the wrist. I look down and see silent tears flowing down her face and I know that whatever it is, it’s not good. She’s in pain and having a hard time telling me whatever it is.

“Please,” is all she says.

I sit back down only this time a few more inches away from her as I watch her struggle with what she has to say.

“When I was thirteen and started my period-” She pauses. “They were bad. I mean, really bad. I missed a lot of school, usually the first day it started every month because I bled so much.”

She pauses again, only this time her lips start trembling. I don’t know if I should go to her and hold her or wait and let her get it all out. Something tells me she needs her space when she takes another breath and continues.

“After three of four months of this, my Grandma finally made a doctor’s appointment. I begged her not to tell Erin. Erin was so busy with her schoolwork. She and I have always been close, but Erin has always been a worrier, so I didn’t want this weighing on her shoulders. Anyway.”

She lifts her hand out of the water and skims it across the surface.

“They diagnosed me with endometriosis.”

I understand and I don’t understand. The sadness and despair in her expression leaves me to believe this is why Shelby has never surrendered completely to another man. I’m selfish for feeling elated that she didn’t. I mean, I believe in God, and fate. There’s a reason why she was brought into my life; now is not the time to try and dissect it. I shift my focus back on her.

“It caused a lot of damage to my fallopian tubes, as well as my uterus and my ovaries, so I very rarely ovulate. Which means I can’t get pregnant. There is no cure for it.”

Christ, what am I supposed to say to her? Of course I want to have children, but having Shelby in my life is more important than anything else right now. Jesus. She has lived with this for twelve years or so. My hands run through my hair and down my face as I contemplate my words.

“I’m not sure what to say, Shelby.”

I reach out and pull her closer to me by placing one hand on her tiny waist, the other around her neck. She needs to know I can handle this, that it doesn’t change my feelings for her whatsoever. I place my hands on each side of her face. She doesn’t even flinch when water drips from my hands onto her skin. The turmoil racing through her eyes sears into me, causing pain to shoot straight to my heart.

“There isn’t anything you can say,” she shrugs. “I’ve accepted the fact I will never be a mother.”

She’s lying. I can tell by the sorrow in her features, the way her shoulders slump forward, and the look of loss already set deeply into her eyes.

“What? Don’t say that. Things have changed so much in the medical world. I’m no doctor. I don’t know anything about this stuff, but Shelby, even if you were never to be able to conceive a child, there are options out there, kids who need a good home. A woman like you to be their mother. Do you want to be a mother?”

The air around our deep conversation is thick. In a matter of one day, I have learned so much about her. I want to know more. No. I need to know more. When her demeanor changes, the thickness in the air dissipates, it’s as if we can both breathe again when she cracks a smile.

“I want to be a mother more than anything. I haven’t ruled out adoption. I’ve just always wanted to have someone to share the joys of parenting with.”

My stomach is in knots, and I feel a strong urge to call my brother and ask him if I have lost my fucking mind. Knowing the truth, even I am afraid to admit it out loud at first, but... I’m in love with her. Right here, right now when she confesses what has to be the hardest thing she has ever been through in her life, this is the moment I realize it. I understand it’s way too early to tell her my feelings, but nevertheless, there isn’t a time stamp on love. Who says I can’t be in love with a woman I have hardly spent any time with. When you know, you know.

“You will be the perfect mother.”

She grins back at me, then lays her head on my chest, shaking it back and forth ever so slightly.

“What now?” I ask her gently.

“Just thinking that in less than twenty four hours you have learned so much about me. All my hidden secrets. I’m not sure whether I want to laugh or cry.”

I’m openly amused by her thoughts as they mimic my own.

“Well, you know a lot about me, too.”

Shelby’s attention comes back to me. When she lifts her head I see clarity, where minutes ago there was grief. Her arms slink around my neck and her naked body presses against mine

“Whatever. I do not.”

“No?” I ask wickedly, pressing my cock into her. “What do you want to know, then?”

She grinds back.

“Everything.”

I grind once more, my hands gripping her ass to pull her into me more.

“
Everything
can be arranged, Firecracker, but if we keep doing this, we will not be talking,” I warn, brushing my lips tenderly across hers.

“Let’s make a plan, then.”

Her eyes sparkle, her face beaming.

“I’m game,” I reply. “You take me to the bedroom and let me explore this incredible body, and tomorrow we stay inside all day learning everything we can about each other.”

“I’ll agree under one condition.”

“What?”

“I make the rules on how we get to know each other.”

I stand up and dry us both off, kissing her all the way to my room, where I lay her down in the middle of the bed, climb in beside her, and place my hands behind my head and like the cocky guy I am.

“Have at it, gorgeous.”

God Almighty. This woman is not modest at all. She straddles me, her naked and pink pussy staring me in the face, her tits on full display. My fingers spasm to reach out and touch her. Fuck me. When I look down at her she is taking her hair down out of the thick mass piled on top of her head. She shakes it seductively, bends down, and kisses me at the base of my neck, hands resting at her sides on the bed.

My eyes want to close so I can relish in the bliss she is bringing me, but no way in hell do I want to miss her ministrations. Fuck, no. She kisses my neck, across to my shoulders, down to my chest, licking my nipples.

Damn, her lips feel so fucking good. She’s quiet except for a little ‘Mmm’ here and there, while I am struck fucking tongue tied the closer she gets to my straining dick. She kisses and licks everything from my abs to my inner thighs, all the way down my left leg, then switches to my right. Her slow and deliberate movements don’t miss an inch.

When her small hand grips the base of my cock, she looks up at me with a mischievous look, letting me know she is enjoying her exploration.

“Shelby,” I warn.

When her brow lifts, her hand pumps softly.

“Shh,” she says.

Her hair is shielding my view. Unclenching my hands from behind my head, I grab it in my hands and pull it away so I can watch her. When her pink tongue darts out of her mouth to lick the base of my dick, I am dumbstruck. She glides it lightly up and down the entire shaft, rotating around every side.

“Jesus Christ,
bella petardo
,” I hiss through clenched teeth.

Her eyes lift in a challenging way.

“Come again?”

“I’m going to, before you even get him in your mouth.”

“I’m just getting started with my exploration down here, and I must say, out of all my senses, taste is the one calling your name right now.”

My head goes back on my pillow my eyeballs roll in the back of my head. As soon as her warm, wet mouth kisses the tip and it enters her mouth I let go of  her hair, grip the sheets, and resist the urge to make her take all of it inside. 

Fuck, her tongue is amazing, the way she swirls it around my shaft the farther she takes me in. This is the best blowjob of my life, and no way in hell am I going to miss it. Raising my head, I fist her hair again and watch her take her free hand and cup my balls while her other hand starts to pump my shaft in unison with the movements of her head slowly bobbing up and down.

“Hell, Shelby. That feels so good.”

Her moans and whimpers along with her sucking on my cock have me reduced to rubble. I’m so drunk on this woman. She’s pure fucking perfection. All mine. I’m the luckiest bastard on this earth. Not because of this. Well, okay, yes, partly it is. I am a man after all, a man who has a woman in this bed for the very first time who at every turn never ceases to amaze me.

My feisty girl is a giver, a pleaser, and right now with the way she is looking up at me, I can see she is enjoying herself just as much as I am enjoying the feeling of her wrapped around me. Dreaming of her doing this to me so many times doesn’t even come to close to the real thing. Thank God we left the lights on. Seeing her seductive look with her ass in the air, the view of her perfect tits on display, and her blonde hair fisted in my hand as she continues to bob and lick, giving me the perfect blowjob, has my balls tightening.

“Baby, I’m going to come,” I advise her.

“Shelby,” I say when she doesn’t answer me. “Fuck!”

My come spills out in one long, hard spurt. Shelby stops all her movements and swallows every last bit. My chest is heaving and so is hers. She bends her body leaning back on her knees, looking at me with a grin on her face.

“Get your sexy, sassy, smart ass up here,” I command after I fucking catch my breath.

She’s moving a little too slowly for my taste. I bend forward and snatch her by her arms, draping her across my lap and palming her ass in my hand. Her shiny blonde hair fans out underneath her, intermingling with the white sheets of the bed. I trace my finger across the length of her delicate collarbone.

“You having your pretty little mouth all over my cock has me thinking we are going to screw being logical tomorrow with our little game of show and tell.”

Her fingers skim across my bare chest, her touch sending a charge straight to my dick.
Down, boy.

“We never said we were playing show and tell,” she observes.

“No, we didn’t. However I do recall saying I make the rules, which you then said nothing in return, so I’m telling you now we are playing show and tell in this bed naked all day long.”