Page 54 of Naughty by Nature

Sheridan’s eyes opened and she was shocked at the vulnerability she could see in his expression. “I want that too.”

Cheyenne’s heart thudded as she eased off of the lounge, then held a hand out to Sheridan. “Come on.”

He took her hand and rolled to his feet without a word, following her silently inside the house. They paused as they closed the French door to make sure no one roused, but she didn’t hear a thing other than the refrigerator running. Her heart was about to pound out of her chest. “Do you mind if we go to your room?”

He shook his head and took the lead. Angling across the living room, he headed to his bedroom, the farthest away, tugging her along behind him. She’d peeked in once, but hadn’t dared enter before now. This was his space. He closed and locked the door behind them.

Cheyenne couldn’t see much other than some big pieces of furniture. The bathroom light was on, casting a warm glow. Sheridan paused in front of the bed and turned to face her. “I promised myself last night that I wouldn’t move faster than you were able, so you have to tell me everything. I’m not going to ruin what we have by jumping the gun. Do you understand?”

Cheyenne nodded, her throat tight with emotion at his consideration. And honestly, she was kind of flying by the seat of her pants right now. Last night had been amazing, but it had left her wanting. All day today she’d been hungering for him, but she wanted complete satisfaction, not just the little snack they’d had last night.

“I want … everything,” she admitted. “I want to feel like a woman again, not an object of pity. Yes, I was traumatized by a man, but my life didn’t end there. My needs didn’t end there. I want to feel complete, again, and free of all that went before. You know what I mean?”

He nodded. “I can’t understand completely, but I promise you, I won’t hurt you, ever. You mean too much to me to ever even consider giving you less than my best. I will do everything in my power to be what you need.”

Tears blurred her vision. That statement right there was more valuable to her than any ‘I love you’.

Taking her courage in her hands, she stripped off her bathing suit, and forced herself to stand proud before him. Sheridan’s gaze followed her movements and he smiled at her, lifting his brows in question.

“I want you to touch me, damn it, and kiss me,” she hissed. “And I want to see all of you.”

Sheridan reached for his trunks and Cheyenne forgot about her embarrassment, her breath stalling in her lungs. He’d felt substantial last night, but that could have just been her. Oh my, no… it hadn’t been her imagination, not at all.

Sheridan Lane’s body was beautiful, his penis long and thick, and excruciatingly erect. He was absolutely beautiful. Unable to help herself she reached out to touch him, cup him. His head dropped back on his neck and his hands clenched at his sides, as if he wanted to stop her from exploring.

“I’m not far from the edge, Chey. I’m warning you. I thought you wanted me to touch you?”

“I forgot about that as soon as I saw you.”

With sheer force of will, Sheridan reached for her so he could kiss her. Cheyenne moaned as he cupped her head, his tongue gliding deep into her mouth. He moved inside her mouth like she knew he would move inside her body, strong and deep, careful, loving. With one hand he reached down and cupped her bottom, pulling her groin tight against his own. Her hands skirted around his back to his own behind, shaping and massaging, then up his strong, muscled back.

One of his hands crept between their bodies to fondle her nipple, massage her breast. Cheyenne panted as he shifted to the side so that he could slip a finger down lower, into her body. She was drenched, ready for anything he could give her.

Her thighs quivered as his finger massaged her clit, dragging a series of gasps and cries from her. Sheridan pulled back to grin down at her. “I think somebody was as aroused as I was today.”

He held his hand up, and it glistened in the light from the bathroom. Cheyenne shifted, rubbing her thighs together, but it just wasn’t the same as his talented hand.

“I want more,” she whispered.

Sheridan led her to the bed and lowered her down onto her back. He followed, his hand immediately going back to her slit. Cheyenne squirmed and widened herself for him, allowing him better access. His lips claimed her own as his finger sped up, circling exactly where she needed him to. Jerking her lips away, she cried out, so close to the edge. Then he bit down, ever so lightly on her hard nipple.

Cheyenne arched and cried out, her body not her own to control anymore. Sheridan held her as her pleasure crested, then eased. He laved her nipples with his tongue, and pressed kisses between her breasts. His penis was wedged against her hip, grinding carefully.

That tiny, involuntary movement reminded her of her deeper need, her need to be filled. Pushing against his heavy chest she laid him flat, then lifted one leg over top of him. Sheridan’s eyes widened, and he seemed about to say something, but she hushed him with a kiss. Reaching between them she angled his dick toward her center, and sank down.

Oh, blazes, there it was. Her body took his own in one long glide, so much easier than she’d expected. It was because of the preliminary work he’d done, getting her ready, she thought.

Cheyenne swiveled her hips, relishing the feel of the deeper, darker pleasure that was building. Sheridan groaned, his hands lifting to cup her breasts. “You are stunning,” he told her softly. “Please don’t stop.”

She had no intentions of doing anything of the sort. In fact, she needed to speed up. Cheyenne rocked herself against him, panting, reaching for that pinnacle again. Beneath her, Sheridan’s abs tightened as he rocked up into her, his breaths coming in gasps. She could tell by the way he clutched her hips in time to the movements that he was as close to orgasm as she was. Though her hips were aching and one thigh was cramping, she forced herself to move faster.

Sheridan cried out first, his body arching up off the bed and into hers even harder. That had been exactly what her body needed, that extra hardness, because her orgasm slammed into her, arching her back, almost unseating her. Only Sheridan’s strong hands kept her there as his body played out its release beneath her.

When Cheyenne finally allowed herself to lay forward, Sheridan’s strong arms around her and hearing him whisper I love you over and over again in her ear, she broke into sobs.

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