LOVING HER SOUL MATE (36 page)

“This is it,” she said.
 
“Poor thing did her best to keep it up, but I
think as her health suffered, so did this place.”

John looked at her.
 
“You’re serious about living here
permanently?”

“Yes, John, I’m serious.
 
It just needs some TLC, that’s all.”

“I understand that.
 
But the neighborhood, Shay---”

“Is bad.
 
I know.
 
But
there’s
a lot of
good people here too.
 
And the good
outweighs the bad by a long shot, trust me.”
 
She said this as she reached behind her shoulder and grabbed a small
box.
 
John’s eyes stared at the nipples
jutting out from underneath her t-shirt as she reached.
 
And just like that he was getting a hard-on.

“Look,” she said, handing him the
box.

“What is it?”

“Open it.”

He did.
 
A small pair of pink,
knitted gloves were
inside.

“The neighbor next door gave them
to me.”

“Next door?
 
Where
all of those hooligans are hanging out?”

“That’s her grandson and his
friends.
 
They’re harmless.”

John looked at her.
 
“And you know this how?”

“I knew Ricky when I used to come
over and visit Aunt Rae.
 
He’s cool.
  
He really liked Aunt Rae and she liked
him.
 
The only person uptight around here
is you.”

John snorted.
 
She may have a point there.
 

He looked at her.
 
And began to rub her hair.
 
“You’re a wonderful sight after a horrible
day, you know that?”

Shay smiled.
 
“You aren’t so bad yourself.”

John couldn’t even manage a weak
smile.
 
Not because he wasn’t pleased
that she thought so, but because his mind was still on her.
 
And her beauty.
 
And her sweetness.
 
And the fact that the
outline of her gorgeous nipples were poking against her thin shirt and driving
him insane.
 
He moved closer to
her, and kissed her on the lips.

Shay returned his kiss.
 
Gladly.
 
It had been a long day for her too, a
horrible day just as his had been.
 
And
she needed a release.
 
She needed it
badly.

“Oh, you taste so sweet,” John
said as he kissed her.
 
He pulled her
into his arms and deepened his kiss.
 

Shay moaned too as he moved down,
from her face to her neck, and down further, which, she had suspected, was his
intention all along.
 
Because he lifted
her blouse and attacked her breasts.
 
Kissing and sucking her nipples, running his tongue along her mounds,
drinking up every ounce of her chocolate sweetness.
 

“Oh, Shay,” he said as he pulled
her onto his lap, tossing her shirt completely off, and lapping on her breasts,
unable to stop sucking them.
 
Shay leaned
back and let him suck.
 
It had been so
long.
 
Now it felt so good.
 
She lifted her breasts higher, so that his
mouth could enjoy them in full.
 
And he
did.
 
He couldn’t get enough of her.
 

He lifted her and carried her to
the bedroom.
 
She had to direct him, when
he’d come up for air long enough to pay attention.
 
He wanted her so badly he could hardly think
straight.
  
He just had to get inside of
her.
 
That was the only thing on his
mind.
 
Find relief inside of her.
 

It was a small bedroom, less than a third of his
own massive master, but Shay had already cleaned it and made it her own.
 
He laid her on the bed and undressed himself
quickly, placing his gun and holster on the nightstand, his eyes never leaving
hers.
 
And when he removed his pants and
briefs, revealing a penis so thick and stiff, her womanhood began to
tingle.
 

He leaned over and removed her shorts, rendering
her naked too.
 
When her womanhood jutted
out of her panties like a welcoming delicacy, she could see that lustful look
drape his sweet blue eyes.
 

“Oh, baby,” he said as if he hurt, as he moved
halfway on top of her and grabbed her nipple with his mouth.
 
His hand began massaging the second breast,
causing her to squirm with delight and move her body closer to him.
 
She felt that warm sensation pierce through
her as his tongue continued to caress her nipples, moving around the outer edges
and then licking the inner hub.
 

But he didn’t stop there.
 
His mouth moved up, to her mouth, and began
kissing her so passionately that he moved her body further onto the bed.
 
He
crawled
his naked
body completely on top of hers, his tongue intermingling with her tongue in a
long, passionate kiss that had her hand slicing through every inch of his silky
brown hair.
 
He wrapped his arms
completely around her as he kissed her.
 
She felt his stiff penis against her womanhood, as he rubbed it against
her, as he kissed her in a way that she had never experienced.
 
If she had any idea a night with John Malone
would be this deliciously intense, she jokingly thought, she would have been
back long ago.

After his kiss finally eased enough for her to
catch air again, he moved over, to her ear, to the side of her neck, and moved,
once again, down to those ripe nipples of hers.
 
He seemed to be a major league breast man, as he seemed unable to get
enough of her breasts.
  
He sucked them
and licked them and fondled them.
 
He
moved back up to her mouth, kissing her there, because he loved her taste too,
but he always returned to her breasts.
 

And then he started moving down, to her stomach, to
her outer thighs, and then to her womanhood.
 
He loved the look of her sensually smooth brown skin as he kissed her,
as he moved from her thigh to the outer folds of her vagina.
 
And then, to her eternal delight, his tongue
moved in.

Shay thought she was not going to be able to bear
it when she felt him glide over her clit with tongue lashes that made her want
to scream.
 
He knew what he was
doing.
 
Of all the men she’d had in her
entire life, none of them could compare to the way John Malone made her feel.
 

John felt the same way about Shay.
 
He’d sexed more women than he ever cared to
admit, but Shay was doing something to him.
 
She was making him feel passion again.
 
Not the kind born out of boredom or a need to feel he was not alone, but
the kind born out of love and the need to know that he could actually
love.
 
Because he loved
Shay.
 
He probably knew it years
ago, when he first laid eyes on her.
 
And
all he could think about, as she explained why she beat up her boyfriend, was
why in the world was this sweet, young girl making his heart hammer?
 
He loved her.
 
And the way she made him feel as he made love to her only confirmed that
love.
 

He continued to kiss and suck her clit in such an
intense way that Shay’s body was lifting off of the bed in tremors of
delight.
 
He couldn’t stop sucking and
licking her.
 
He squeezed her ass as he
tongue-fucked her.
 
And all of her grunts
and groans didn’t make him ease up, as he knew he should, but it made him lick
and suck and fuck her harder.
 
So hard that even he couldn’t bear it anymore.

He moved up her slender, naked body, and shoved his
dick in her with an urgency that bordered on panic.
 

He closed his eyes as his penis felt her pussy for
the first time in nearly two years.
 
And
as he began to move inside of her, deepening his penetration, he wrapped her in
his arms again.
 
Shay closed her eyes
too, enraptured by the feeling.
 
She knew
it would be intense and passionate and downright sensual.
 
But she had no idea it would be this
incredible.
   

His massive tool felt so full inside of her.
 
It felt as if he was massaging every inch of
her vagina.
 
And all she wanted to do was
move to the rhythm of his gyrations.
 
And
they moved.
 
In unison they moved.
 
A slow motion dance so sensual, so intense,
that John kept holding her tighter and tighter as he fucked her.
 
He couldn’t let her go.

Shay loved the way he held her.
 
She loved the way he knew how to slide in at
just the right angles, with just the right gyrations that hit her on the spot
every time he slung that rod.
 
It was as
if he couldn’t miss.
 
Her folds caved in
around his thickness, creating such a resistance that his every movement felt
so sharp and tight inside of her.
 
She
was, in fact, amazed at how he kept expanding.
 
Just when she thought he could not possible engorge any larger, he
did.
 
The further he pushed inside of
her, the larger he became.
 

And when he released, when they came, it felt like
a drenching to Shay.
 
John even screamed
out a scream so primal and loud that she wondered if the neighbors could hear
him.
 
And his gyrations began to
increase.
 
She screamed too, when he
increased, as the intensity became too much.
 

“I can’t take it, John!” she yelled.

“Yes, you can, baby,” he said as he pounded
her.
 
“Yes, you can, babe!”
 

And she did take it.
 
He didn’t stop, not for a
moment,
he didn’t slow down, either.
 
He couldn’t
even if he tried.
 
Because
it felt so good.
 
And it felt so
right.
 
This was the woman he
wanted.
 
And he thrashed her with his
love.
 

When the feelings
pulsated
their last gasp and ebbed, they both felt as if they had just run a
marathon.
 
They felt exhausted.
 
They felt drained.
 
But they felt so triumphant that it thrilled
and enthralled them.
 

Afterwards, as they lay arm in
arm, both so drained that they could hardly move, John began to feel a tension
began to settle in Shay’s naked body.
 
He
looked at her.
 
When he lifted her chin
to his face, he saw a troubled look in her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asked her.
 

But she didn’t say anything.

“What is it, Shay?
 
Don’t tell me you’re regretting what we just
did?”

“No, no.
 
Not at all.
 
I’m glad we’re back together.”

“Then what is it?”
 
When she still wouldn’t say, and that
troubled look only heightened, he guessed.
 
“Is it this house, this neighborhood?”

“No, John, it’s nothing like
that.
 
I like it here.
 
There’s a nice spirit in this place.”

“Then what?”
 
He thought about it.
 
“Is it that meeting you had with Barrington?”

And as soon as he said it, the
look in her eyes confirmed it.
 
“Yes,”
she admitted.

John’s heart began to race.
 
“What happened?”
 
Nothing from Shay.
 
“He took you back, didn’t he?”
 
Surely, John figured, even an idiot like Ed
would gladly rehire his best reporter.
 

But Shay moved over onto her back,
her face now looking up at her high ceiling.
 
“No,” she said.
 
“He wouldn’t take
me back.”

John frowned.
 
“Why the hell not?
 
What happened?”