Lets go! 6

Now that Shaun owned Mac's, he had rearranged the office to his liking. The ugly, old sofa where we'd first had sex had been relegated to the corner, and the desks, both his and mine, had been pushed together facing each other in the centre of the room. It was an ideal set-up since we shared a computer and phone; plus it meant I could look up and see Shaun's sexy smile any time I wanted.

Being promoted to manager had changed my workload. I spent less time behind the bar until the wee hours of the morning, and more time during the day doing paperwork in the office. Although I missed the daily bartending, I got my fix on busy nights and the occasional weekend. Shaun had hired a few new staff members, mostly guys he knew from the industry who he could trust to do the job well. So far it had been a pretty smooth transition.

I sat at my desk and tallied up the wait staff sales from the night before, trying desperately to get the columns of numbers to add up. Across from me, Shaun was going over the stock lists, making sure we were prepared for the upcoming weekend. The silence was contented and comfortable, just as it had always been between the two of us. We worked together more often now, although Shaun put in much longer hours than I did. He all but lived at the bar, and when he wasn't there he was at my place. I didn't know if he'd been around to his own apartment in weeks.

Sensing his gaze, I looked up from my paperwork to see Shaun watching me intently.

"Can I help you?" I teased, returning his broad grin.

"No. Just enjoying the view."

I laughed. "Suit yourself, you may have time to dawdle, but I have to get this done." I settled back into the mathematics, my fingers flying over the adding machine. I could feel Shaun's continued stare and tried my hardest to ignore him.

"Who was the first guy you kissed?"

My head shot up; Shaun was smiling, his hazel eyes brightly curious.

"Ryan MacKinnon, why?"

"How old were you. Who was he?"

I chuckled, shaking my head. "What is this? The Spanish Inquisition? Why do you want to know? It was a long time ago."

Shaun shrugged, but his gaze never left my face. "Just curious. I don't know a lot about your past. Humour me?"

I didn't really think the office during working hours was the most appropriate place for this conversation, but Shaun seemed determined. I recognized the look in his eyes.

"It was grade ten, so I guess I would have been fifteen. Ryan was my unwilling science partner. Our teacher decided the most diplomatic way to decide who partnered who was to pair us alphabetically, so Ryan and I were stuck with each other. I didn't like him and he didn't like me."

Shaun raised one dark eyebrow questioningly. "Why not?"

I thought about it for a moment. It seemed like a million years ago. "I guess he didn't like me because I was short and chubby with bad skin and glasses; I was painfully shy back then, and quite the bookworm. Ergo, not the most ideal partner for a fifteen-year-old boy when there was a gaggle of pretty, flirty blonds in the class."

"And him?"

I laughed. "He was some punk kid who worshipped Kurt Cobain, listened to too much grunge music, smoked pot in the parking lot at lunch, and thought he was cool." I shook my head in disbelief, I hadn't thought about Ryan in years. "The funny thing was he was just as smart as me, but he didn't want to admit it. I heard somewhere that he's an accountant now. But at the time he hated having people think he was smart, so he spent all his time making my life miserable while I did all the work. I hated him."

"But he kissed you?"

"Yeah," I ran my hand through my shoulder-length brown waves. "It was the strangest thing. We had to stay after school to finish some chemistry project. I don't remember now what it was, only that Ryan had ruined our first experiment, and the teacher thought to make him stay late with me to complete the project was a suitable punishment for his crime. I resented her so much for punishing me too."

"And?"

"And there we were, bent over the Bunsen burner, the teacher had left the room for some reason or another, and Ryan just leaned in and kissed me. I was so shocked you could have knocked me over with a feather."

Shaun laughed but said nothing. The memories rushed back to me.

"I could hardly believe it. I thought he hated me and there he was, kissing me. And it was nice, really nice. Not at all the way I would have thought Ryan would kiss. He was sweet, gentle. Turned my knees to jelly, actually."

"And then?"

"And then we heard the teacher coming back into the room. We finished our experiment in silence and never, ever spoke of what happened. The next term his father was transferred to another job and Ryan moved away. I never saw him again."

Shaun's expression was thoughtful. "That sort of sad."

"Yeah, I guess it is. It's not like we would ever have had any sort of relationship. I still can't believe he kissed me, but it made me feel wanted, pretty. For the first time in my life a guy liked me, even if it was only for a second. That was huge for me."

"And the first guy you slept with?"

"Craig Wilson; the summer between high school and university."

"He was your boyfriend?"

"Yeah. My parents hated him, therein lay the appeal, I suppose. He was a bit of a bad-boy; motorcycle and everything. I don't think he really understood me, or even cared all that much about me. At the time I thought he hung the moon, so I didn't seem to notice."

Shaun smiled, reaching across the desk to touch my hand. "Did you love him?"

"I was eighteen, so yeah, I thought I did."

"Do you regret it?"

"Sometimes." I sighed, feeling all the old resentment bubble to the surface. Just because it was an old mistake, that didn't make it any easier to live with, even years later. "We were in his parents' rec room making out on the couch. I don't know where his parents were, probably out for the night, they did that a lot. Craig had his hand down my pants, and I liked it. I liked when he kissed me and played with my breasts, I even liked going down on him; I'd done that a few times when he asked me. I guess I figured letting him fuck me was the next step in our relationship; I'd even gone on the pill. I wasn't scared and at the time it's what I thought I wanted."

I paused and Shaun waited quietly.

"Everyone said it would hurt, but it didn't. It felt weird having someone inside of me, but it didn't hurt. Craig wasn't really all that well endowed, but at the time I didn't know that. All I can remember thinking was that it felt strange; not good or bad, just strange, alien almost. He didn't take long, and then we were done. We did it a few more times before I went away to school, but I never could figure out what all the fuss was about. I guess I'd built it up in my head to be this wonderful, amazing thing; and then when it wasn't I was more disappointed than anything.

"And then we both went away to school and that was that." I shrugged. "There were a couple of guys in university; none of whom are worth remembering. Dave, I guess stands out. We had great chemistry, but like Ryan, I didn't really like him all that much. He was the first guy to make me come. That seemed pretty significant at the time. And Steve, for a long time I thought he was 'the one'; smart, artsy, sensitive, terribly good looking."

"But?" Shaun laughed, sensing there was more to the story.

"But he cheated on me."

"I'm sorry," Shaun frowned, looking dangerous and making me glad that Steve wasn't in the room.

"With a guy."

Shaun's mouth dropped open. I laughed. "I guess girls weren't his thing. Apparently, everyone knew it but me and him. The joke was on me, I suppose. My parents loved him; I still haven't told them Steve is gay. He's been with the same guy ever since. We still talk from time to time."

Shaun shook his head, laughing. "You don't seem to have good luck with men."

"You're telling me." I joined in the laughter. "Peter was the worst of the lot, but you know how he was."

"I never did figure out why you were with him, and why you stayed as long as you did." Shaun smiled encouragingly at me. It was strange to think he'd been watching me have a relationship with another guy for all that time when we'd someday end up together.

"It seemed easier than breaking up. Having a boyfriend was something I thought I had to do. All my friends were getting married and having babies, buying homes together, all that grown-up stuff. And here I was with a deadbeat boyfriend who loved his Xbox more than me, but at least I wasn't alone. Finally breaking up with him was the second-best thing I've ever done."

Shaun cocked an eyebrow. "Second best?"

I smiled, pushing back my chair and crossing around to sit on the edge of his desk. "Yeah, kissing you that night was the best thing."

"Hell, yeah!" Shaun laughed, his voice was husky and his hazel eyes were dark. "So, no regrets?"

I reached out and smoothed down a wayward curl from Shaun's forehead. "Where you're concerned there's only one."

"One?" Shaun looked worried.

"Yeah," I leaned in closer, brushing my lips against his. "That we didn't do this sooner."

Shaun's mouth claimed mine, driving all the air from my lungs. Instantly, desire shot straight to my toes. No other guy had ever been like this. He pulled me closer to sit on his lap, easing me from the desk so I straddled him. His hand crept slowly under my t-shirt, playing with my hardened nipple through my bra, making me moan.

I loved kissing Shaun; I could do it all day. I could feel his erection through the fabric of our pants; its steel length pressed into me, warming me. I knew my own panties would be damp with answered arousal. Making out with Shaun in the office was madness and completely unprofessional; and neither of us cared. The only thing that mattered at that moment was the two of us and the amazing spark we had between us.

The intercom buzzed. Our earth-shattering kiss ended.

"Fuck," Shaun muttered, leaning his forehead briefly against my own; his breathing was ragged. He pressed the green button on the intercom terminal. "What?" He snapped.

Bear, the day bartender answered blithely. "Guinness delivery is here." His voice sounded metallic and hollow over the intercom, even though he was just in the other room.

"Fine, be right there." Shaun growled, lifting me tenderly off of his lap and helping me stand. He stood too, rearranging himself, trying to hide the bulge in his jeans. I couldn't help but laugh at the predicament. Shaun kissed me again, more briefly this time although not without passion. The heat flickered again between us; Shaun tore himself away with a moan. "I'll be back and we'll finish this," he promised before leaving the room.

I settled myself back down at my desk to resume my forgotten paperwork. I could feel my blood gradually cool. A glance at the clock told me that we'd soon be able to sneak home for a quick 'lunch'; I didn't think I'd be able to get anything accomplished in my distracted state until we did.

Below me I could hear the faint rumble and thud of kegs being delivered to the basement. Shaun was certain to be down there, giving the delivery guy a hand and making sure the order was complete. He'd organize the kegs in the particular way he liked too, before emerging from the basement.

The meditative click of the adding machine and the long columns of numbers plunged me into a haze of mathematics; half my mind focussed on the task at hand, the other praying everything would add up the first time, so I wouldn't have to struggle through it all again.

A tentative knock on the open door of the office snapped my attention. I expected to see one of the waitstaff or Bear coming to ask a question, so the little, red-haired lady in the doorway was a bit of a shock.

"Hello." Her smile was wide and friendly, there was something familiar about it.

"Can I help you?" I asked, rising from my chair.

"I'm lookin' for Shaun." There was a faint hint of Irish brogue in her voice. With a shock akin to being hit by lightning, I realized who she was. Shaun's mother. Holy shit.

"H-he's downstairs supervising the beer delivery. Would you like to have a seat?" I gestured towards the beat-up old sofa, and hoped fervently she wouldn't guess what Shaun and I normally used it for.

She settled into the sofa's ugly cushions and patted the empty space beside her companionably. I sat, unable to resist the broad grin on her face; it was an echo of Shaun's own, minus the sexy quirk.

"I'm going ta venture a guess and say you must be Shaun's new lady. I'm Margaret O'Brien." She held out one tiny hand; she was incredibly petite, shorter even than me. It seemed impossible such a small woman had given birth to such a large son. Smiling, I introduced myself and shook her hand; Mrs O'Brien refused to let it go, instead she gave my hand a reassuring little pat and held it.

"You're even prettier than I thought you'd be." She smiled, giving my hand a squeeze. Something about her exuded friendliness, I'd always assumed meeting Shaun's mother would be nerve-racking and torturous, mothers usually were. But Mrs O'Brien had an air about her that immediately put a person at ease. "Shaun's told me all about ye."

My breath caught in my throat, and I must have looked panicked because Mrs O'Brien laughed. "Only good things, Love. Only good things. I've been wantin' to meet ye for a while now, but since that ass of a child of mine is never home to answer the phone, I decided to take matters into my own hands and pop in for a wee visit."

I laughed and blushed at the same time. Mrs O'Brien gave my hand another pat.

"I'm not blamin' ye, Love. Personally I'm glad he's finally gotten himself a nice gal with a head on her shoulders. It's about time. I'm not gettin' any younger and I'll be wantin' grandchildren eventually."

Holy shit. I must have blanched because Mrs O'Brien laughed again.

"For Christ's sake, Mum," Shaun drawled from the doorway where he leaned against the frame, arms crossed over his broad chest. His smile was wide.

"Shaun!" Mrs O'Brien and I cried together; I'd heard worse language from him over the years, but never thought he'd swear in front of his mother.

"Relax, Sweetheart," Shaun crossed the room to plant a kiss on top of my head before doing the same to his mother. "Who do you think I learned it from?"

Mrs O'Brien chuckled, swatting Shaun soundly on the arm. He wheeled his desk chair over to the sofa and sank into it with a sigh. His shirtsleeves were rolled up and his hair was a curly mess. It was easy to see he'd been wrangling full kegs; physical activity suited him, I could feel a flutter in my chest as the spark lit between us again with no more than a look. He was so damn sexy.

Mrs O'Brien considered the two of us with warm hazel eyes, the smile on her face grew even broader. She patted Shaun on the knee. "I like her, Shaun." The way she said his name was beautiful, her faint accent thickened the middle letters, drawing the word out like music.

I shook my head in dazed amazement. I hadn't even said a dozen words to the woman. Shaun's own answered smile was equally as bright as his mother's. "I like her too, Mum. Glad you approve. Would you like a cuppa?"

Mrs O'Brien shook her bright red head, curls bouncing. "Na thank ye. I can see ye two have other things to do. I thought I'd pop by the shops while I was in town. I just wanted to come by and see the place and your wee, pretty lass." She stood swiftly, releasing my hand with another chummy squeeze. "Ye will come 'round for dinner next Sunday, both of ye?"

I nodded my assent, mentally juggling the work schedule so we could manage it. I already wanted to see more of her.

"Good. I'll dig out all of his naked baby pictures and cook ye a nice, big meal." She leaned over to kiss Shaun on the forehead; seated, he was just barely shorter than her. "I'm proud of ye, Darlin'. I like your place and I like your girl." Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial undertone, but I could still hear every word. "Don't fuck this one up," she whispered to Shaun, and with a cheery wave and a cheeky wink my direction she waltzed from the room, closing the door behind her.

I sat in stunned silence on the sofa. Shaun was laughing as he settled himself beside me. "And that's my Mum."

"She's something else!" I gasped when I could; my mind was spinning.

Shaun's expression was half amused and half concerned. He stroked the length of my cheek before tucking a wayward strand of my hair behind my ear. "You look tired. Why don't you take the rest of the day off?"

"What about the paperwork?" I asked breathlessly as Shaun's finger continued its route across my cheek and over my lips, making them tingle.

"Fuck the paperwork. It'll be here tomorrow." He leaned in to kiss me softly. "I've been working you too hard."

"What about you? You're here more than me."

Shaun shrugged. "Don't worry about me. Go home and take it easy; I'll get out of here as quickly as I can and come by and we'll finish what we started." His hazel eyes flashed with desire and a little spark I didn't recognize.

"Alright, you're the boss." I smiled, excited about the prospect of some time off. I had been spending a lot of time at the bar, but with Shaun around it didn't seem a hardship. Still, there were a million things I could be doing at home. "I'll see you later then?"

Shaun kissed me again before helping me to my feet. He watched as I collected my purse and jacket and then walked me to the door.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked again, feeling slightly guilty for abandoning him.

Shaun laughed. "Yes!" His touch against the back of my neck was light but sent shivers down my spine. "I like picturing you at home waiting for me." His tone was teasing as his touch heated up.

I snorted derisively. "Hate to disappoint, Babe. But I'm not the domestic type."

"I know, but a guy can fantasize can't he?"

I shook my head, laughing. "Should I be clad in little more than an apron and high heels when you do come home?"

"Hell, yeah!" Shaun whispered against my lips as he kissed me goodbye.

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I hummed to myself as I puttered around my kitchen, emptying the dishwasher and wiping down the stove. I kept trying to tell myself that I was doing the housework, but really I was listening for Shaun's tread on the stairs. It was late and he'd been at the bar all day.

I, on the other hand, had enjoyed a lovely afternoon off on Shaun's orders, filled with all the necessities of living: banking, shopping, laundry, vacuuming, and toilet scrubbing. Generally I wasn't much of a 'Martha Stewart' around the house, but I did enjoy putting things in order, especially when I had someone else to take care of too.

It was Tequila, my cat, who heard Shaun first. His tabby head swung round to stare expectantly at the door; it was the first sign I'd had all day that the fat, lazy feline was still alive. Smiling, I patted his soft head and stared just as expectantly.

Shaun burst in with a hardy laugh, shaking the spring drizzle from his shaggy curls. He kicked off his shoes and threw down his jacket before sweeping me dramatically into his arms and kissing me soundly. He was still laughing when he set me upright, steadying my wobbliness with strong hands on my arms.

"Good day?" I asked dazed, my head swimming.

"Great day!" Shaun grinned broadly and handed me a magazine, the cover of which announced it was the city's summer tourist guide. Summer hadn't started yet, but I guess it pays to be ahead of the game. "This came this afternoon after you left. Page thirty-seven."

I flipped past glossy photos of the city waterfront and parks, and lists of hotels and shops before finding page thirty-seven, cleverly entitled 'Night Life'. Halfway down was a short paragraph, circled enthusiastically in red pen.

"Mac's Pub, 118 Main Street. Recently under new management, this lively, atmospheric pub is the place to be any night of the week. The food is standard pub fare, but quite excellent. Best Yorkshire Pudding outside of the UK. Live music on weekends which you cannot miss. The service is first-rate and the prices moderate. Free parking. If you only visit one bar in town, it must be this one." I looked up into Shaun's ecstatic face. "That's wonderful, Honey."

"Wonderful?" Shaun picked me up and swung me around. "It's more than wonderful. Tourists: hundreds of them, maybe thousands. Just think about how good this could be for us!"

Us: I liked the way that sounded. Laughing, I held on to Shaun's broad shoulders for dear life. "I am thinking about it, only my brain is a little dizzy right now." We stopped spinning, but my head didn't. "Is this why you were late? Had to spread the news, huh?"

Shaun shrugged, leaning down to kiss the top of my head. "Perhaps. And then some of the guys bought me a pint."

I glanced up into Shaun's face. I thought he'd seemed a little more chipper than usual. I didn't think I'd ever seen him drunk, but it was nice to know he wasn't completely impervious to alcohol. I didn't have it in me to be mad at him; he relaxed so rarely now that he owned the bar.

"I suppose you're hungry then? Would you like a sandwich?"

Shaun hugged me again and kissed me thoroughly. "Hell, yeah!" He seated himself at my kitchen island, watching eagerly as I pulled sandwich fixings from the fridge.

One of the nice things about Shaun was that he wasn't a picky eater, which was lucky for both of us since I wasn't much of a cook. I did have two specialities, lasagne and sandwiches, although you were taking your chances with the former, since I sometimes burned the bottom. Sandwiches however were practically foolproof.

I plunked a huge roast beef sandwich down in front of Shaun, chuckling as his hazel eyes grew wide. "Do you want a beer with that?"

He shook his head. "Milk please."

"Chocolate milk?"

"Ah, the nectar of the gods. Yes, please."

I poured one for him and one for myself then settled in on the stool next to Shaun to watch him eat. He didn't so much as eat the sandwich as he did inhale it; I couldn't help but wonder if he'd had any dinner. Without being asked I fixed another sandwich, only to watch it disappear in the same manner.

"Better?" I asked as Shaun rose to put his dirty plate in the dishwasher.

"Much, thank you." Shaun came around the island to stand in front of me. He reached down and entwined his fingers in the hair at the nape of my neck, tilting my head towards him. He kissed me lightly, building the pressure as the kiss deepened. I could feel my heart accelerate as it always did when we kissed. I marvelled that the intensity of his passion still had the power to shake me to the core.

"I love you." Shaun whispered, his lips hovering above my own, his gaze was fixed intently on me; the hazel depths of his eyes flickered and darkened.

I couldn't speak, couldn't move.

Shaun kissed me again with lingering sweetness; he tasted of chocolate milk and promise.

I broke the kiss this time with a gasp. There was a flicker of uncertainty on Shaun's face that twisted my heart painfully. How funny that he didn't already know how I felt; I was fairly certain I'd been blatantly obvious these past few weeks. Smiling, I reached up and brushed a wayward curl from his forehead. Shaun closed his eyes, leaning into my caress. I could hear his breath hitch in his chest.

"I love you, too."

Shaun's eyes flew open, brightly hazel this time, lit with a spark of wondrous disbelief; but he said nothing. We stared at each other for a time in silence. It was strange that such a conversation could take place with so few words and somewhere as mundane as my kitchen. I felt as if we should be on some remote tropical island, or a windswept beach, or atop the Eiffel Tower; anywhere but my tiny kitchen. It was odd how the most romantic things could happen at the most unexpected moments and in the strangest places.

"It was the sandwich, wasn't it?" I joked after a time, watching Shaun break into the cocky grin I knew and loved.

"Well..." Shaun laughed. "That and you're the most amazing woman I've ever met."

"So it was the sandwich; I should have made it sooner."

"I should have told you sooner."

I brushed my finger across Shaun's stubbled jaw. He hadn't shaved for a few days and I was surprised how much I liked the texture of it: rough and soft at the same time. "Your timing was perfect. You're perfect."

Shaun chuckled. "Hardly." He turned his head to kiss the palm of my hand; pleasure sparked in my chest. There was an answered flicker of response on Shaun's face. How easy it was between us to light that spark; how lucky we were.

"Come on." Shaun reached for my hand, pulling me to my feet and leading me towards the bedroom. "I love you, now I think I should prove it."

"Hell, yeah! But payback for the sandwich? That won't come cheap!" I followed eagerly, already feeling my body respond to the mere suggestion.

Shaun undressed me with swift hands, stopping only briefly to admire my bright red bra and panties. He shook his head and chuckled as he divested me of those too; then he wrapped his hands around my waist and literally tossed me on the bed.

I landed with a squealing bounce, laughing hard as my ambitiously domestic attempt to make the bed that morning was erased in a split second of flying limbs and bouncing breasts. Shaun stumbled as he tried to remove his socks, causing me to laugh all the harder. Grimacing he tackled his belt buckle, his fingers fumbling.

"How come you can undress me with no problem, but you can't manage yourself?" I teased. I wiggled to the edge of the bed and sat back on my heels to watch him struggle.

"More motivation?" Shaun asked. "I like what's under your clothes more than what's under mine."

I giggled. "That's funny, I feel the opposite." I reached out and covered his hand with my own, stopping his awkward attempt at freeing himself from his pants. "Let me do it before you hurt yourself."

Shaun shrugged good-naturedly, giving himself over to my attentions with willing eyes. I wrestled with the stubborn belt buckle, laughing triumphantly as I bested it. With equal determination I tackled the barrier of Shaun's fly. Freed, I pulled his jeans off with a swift tug, laughing as the bulge in his boxers was revealed.

"I didn't even do anything yet!" I chided, testing the heat of his cock through his boxers; it leapt at my touch.

"You don't have to do anything," Shaun moaned as my exploration grew bolder. "You just have to be around and it does that."

I smiled slowly, leaning in to kiss him once through the fabric of his boxer shorts before I pulled them down too. His lovely erection was formidable and it made my heart race just to see it. I wrapped my hand around its generous girth and leaning in further, ran my tongue around the swollen head.

"What are you doing?" Shaun gasped, touching my hair softly, holding my head gently in place. "I'm supposed to be paying you back."

"I'm making friends. I'm sure I owe you one from some time before. Besides, I enjoy it." I circled the head of his cock with my tongue again, revelling in his indrawn breath. A small drop of moisture rewarded my efforts; I wiped it away with my tongue.

"You enjoy it? I didn't think nice girls enjoyed it." Shaun's voice was gruff, but I knew he was teasing.

"Well, I'm not exactly a nice girl." I picked up the pace of my attentions to his cock, just to prove the point.

Shaun's fingers were woven into my dark waves, grasping the back of my head with iron tenacity. I let him guide my movements as his erection slipped past my lips and into the heat of my mouth, past the writhing wetness of my tongue. A long, constant moan tumbled from Shaun's lips, louder than the noises he usually made; I knew I must be doing something right.

I continued to lick and suck his cock, trying to get as much of his formidable eight inches in my mouth as possible; it always seemed that much bigger when I was trying valiantly to get it in my throat. Shaun's length was hot and steely, and growing bigger every moment.

Glancing up through my lashes I could see Shaun watching me, a look of studied concentration on his face. Beneath his intense gaze I could sense a little glimmer of another emotion which I now recognized for what it was: love.

Somehow that made every physical moment between us more important, more significant. I'd hardly been a virgin before I met Shaun, but I'd never been with a guy who I really and truly loved the way I loved Shaun; it coloured everything between us with a vitality I hadn't known was possible. It was wonderful and I wanted him to feel everything I felt, as brilliantly as I felt it.

"Stop, stop!" Shaun gasped, pulling my mouth from his cock slowly, watching my face as he emerged from between my lips.

I smiled saucily but said nothing; I already missing the solid length of him and the sense of fullness it gave me.

"You are trouble," Shaun laughed, grinning widely. His breathing was rapid, and I could see the rhythm of his quickened pulse beneath the wonderfully delicate skin of his erection. "You're rushing things again."

"I am?" I giggled, watching with greedy eyes as Shaun sat down on the bed beside me and caressed my thigh. "I'm still on simmer over here, you're the one rushing things."

Shaun's chuckle shot right through me. "I beg to differ. I'm just going to have to even the score."

Laughing, I laid down on the bed, stretching my curves out, loving the way the soft duvet felt under my naked back. Shaun watched my progress with lust darkened eyes, reaching out to touch my nipple gently; it hardened instantly, drawing a deep chuckle from him.

"I love your tits." Shaun confessed, moving closer and running both hands possessively over my D-cup breasts. "I love the rest of you too, but I really love your tits." There was a playful edge on his voice that made me laugh.

"I'm so glad you approve," I giggled, watching with bated breath as Shaun bent his head to my breast. "Because they're attached, you see; so they're not going anywhere."

"Thank goodness!" Shaun laved my nipple with the rough flat of his tongue, laughing deep in his chest as the groan I couldn't stop was torn from my lungs.

"I think they like you too," I gasped, feeling every pass of his tongue ripple down to my toes. The warm heat between my legs flared up under Shaun's practised touch.

His response was an unintelligible murmur into the flesh of my breast, but I was beyond caring about words. Every sensation was focussed on the apex of my breast and the pleasure of Shaun's mouth on me; it made my toes curl. He continued to suck my nipples for a time, and I held my breath as he switched periodically from one to the other. The air in my bedroom felt cool against the dampened skin Shaun left behind when he moved to the opposite breast, but his fingers were hot as they took the place of his tongue. I couldn't keep quiet or still.

"Hey Shaun?" I asked breathily; Shaun raised his head, his dark eyes fixed on my flushed face. "I've been thinking."

Shaun waited patiently for me to continue, his sexy face poised just a fraction above my left breast; it was an erotic picture that practically unhinged me.

"I want you to move in with me."

Shaun's eyes flashed, his grin broadened. "What? Right now?"

I punched his rock-solid arm playfully, laughing. "Obviously not right now, you've got to finish what you started." I gestured towards my lower half and my pussy, which was dripping wet. "But then later, yeah. If-if you want to."

"Hell, yeah!" Shaun whispered before lowering his head to my breast again; his hand stroked down the length of my body to tease at the curls between my legs. The anticipation had me arching my back off the mattress; suddenly having his fingers there seemed like the most important thing in the world.

The contact of his finger against my clit made me peak loudly. Behind the brilliant flash of my orgasm I could feel Shaun move up the length of my body, fingers trailing possessively over the curves of my hips, waist, and breasts.

"So beautiful," Shaun murmured in my ear, stroking my body softly as I came down gradually from my release. "You have no idea how beautiful you are."

I smiled my response through the fog of sensation his fingers continued to create. I'd never thought of myself as beautiful until Shaun came into my life; he made me feel that way every day and I loved him for it.

"Please," I whispered, not wanting to wait a moment longer for him. I wanted him fiercely and completely and without preamble.

He rose above me, positioning himself between my spread thighs, gazing down at me with aggressive, lusty heat. His erection twitched, poised at my moist opening, its head pearled with the evidence of his own anticipation. Shaun groaned lowly, watching through heavily-lidded eyes as I writhed beneath him impatiently.

His entry was mercifully swift, the hard drive of his cock into me made me cry out. I was balanced already on the sharp edge of another orgasm; filled, so completely filled by Shaun.

"I love you," he gasped, thrusting again and again into the slick heat of my pussy. "I've always loved you." Shaun reached for my breasts, adding another layer of delicious sensation to the pressure already building deep inside of me. I could feel his generous length stroking me in places I'd never known existed before, drawing out the white heat of my impending orgasm.

I wanted to speak, to respond in kind, but every sound out of my mouth was wordless. In my head I uttered every endearment I could think of, wanting to put into words the feelings Shaun evoked with both his body and his affection. I held on to the hard, sinewy wall of his shoulders, afraid that if I let go I'd fly away.

"Still so tight," Shaun rasped gruffly, slowing his tempo, making me feel every inch of him inside me. "All this time and still so tight."

I smiled through the haze of my arousal, infinitely pleased that he was so pleased with me. He leaned in to roughly kiss my neck, just at the small, sensitive spot behind my ear. I slipped loudly over the edge, digging my fingernails into his shoulders and wailing through my orgasm as my muscles contracted in waves of pleasure.

Shaun continued his rhythm, leading me from one orgasm to another, whispering aloud the litany of my name against my neck, driving all rational thought from my head. I was suspended in a brilliant cloud of pure sensation and Shaun had taken me there.

His own release was a violent, sudden jerk; the heat of him spread quickly inside of me, pushing me again into a sharp burst of pleasure. I could feel every spasm, every contraction as we lay panting, trying to catch our breath, coming down off of the best moment we'd ever had together.

Shaun's hair was plastered sweatily against my neck and mingled with my own; his breathing harsh and quick in my ear. My own lungs were rasping in reply; my heart beating so frantically I wondered if it was audible. Shaun was a solid, reassuring blanket of weight above me, pressing me into the mattress in the most satisfying way. Everything felt so right that I didn't dare move.

"I love you Shaun," I whispered, feeling his weight change as he slipped from bliss into the soft beginning of sleep. He moved slightly to the side, wrapping me in the solid warmth of his arms, resting his head against my own; we shared one pillow.

"I love you Jackie." His reply was a faint sigh in the dark, and closing my eyes, I slept too.