Page 51 of Naughty by Nature

Sheridan chuckled, pressing kisses up the line of her neck. “I’m not offended. Are you serious? I love that I can get you wet.”

He stroked her again with his middle finger. His touch was still outside the swimsuit, but Cheyenne knew it was enough to bring her pleasure. She shifted against his hand, covered it with her own, guiding him in how to touch her.

“You are stunning,” he sighed against her.

Cheyenne let him stroke and play, let him carry her pleasure, but she became frustrated. “Stroke your finger inside my suit, please,” she whispered.

Sheridan didn’t need to be told twice. Pulling the fabric to the side, he eased his middle finger into her slickness. They groaned together and stilled, breathing together. Cheyenne’s skin was swollen and pulsing. She was so close to orgasm. But Sheridan was taking it easy with her, guiding her slowly.

Wondering if she was the only one, she reached out blindly. Her palm found his erection almost perfectly, the hot, hard length of him longer than her hand. Cheyenne curled her fingers around what she could and he panted. “You don’t want to do that,” he said softly. He flicked his finger inside her, reminding her that they were both vulnerable.

Cheyenne couldn’t help herself though. She squeezed, dancing her fingers over the whole of him behind the fabric of his trunks. And he continued to swirl his finger around her clit.

In the end, they each serviced the other.

Cheyenne lost herself to the feel of his touch. He didn’t hesitate or ask— he knew exactly what she seemed to need, the strokes going longer and deeper in time with her breaths. It was a challenge to keep her own hand moving on him, but they managed. An incredible thing happened though. As her orgasm crested and the pleasure swallowed her, her hand stilled, but it didn’t matter. Vaguely, as she tried not to cry out too loud, she felt heat spread across the front of his swim trunks, then a subtle grinding.

Sheridan had come with barely a touch from her. Oh, damn, that was so very sexy.

Their mouths found each other, moving back and forth, their lips clicking as they separated. Cheyenne couldn’t believe how easy it was for her to be with him. In her wildest dreams, she couldn’t have imagined ever being with another man, but all that had flown out the window.

Even as relaxation settled into her bones, the need for more began to build. Cheyenne was torn, because she was enjoying the after languor, but there was a hollowness deep in her womb. She wanted more than what she’d gotten.

When had she become so greedy?

When Sheridan Lane reminded her what being a woman meant.

Sheridan wrapped his arm around her, pulling her chest to his and kissing the top of her head. “I think we better go in,” he murmured.

Sighing, Cheyenne nodded, though she was reluctant to move. What a crazy up and down day this had been.

Once they were covered, towels wrapped around each of them, they entered the house. It was exceedingly quiet inside, so the kids were still in bed.

In the soft, ambient light from the kitchen, Cheyenne looked up at Sheridan.

His thick dark hair was messy, a scruff of beard on his face, but his eyes were glowing with happiness. His glance slid down her front, then back up. “I just want you to know how much I enjoyed tonight,” he whispered. “Your taste, your feel, the little cry you make as you orgasm. It’s all incredibly sexy.”

She ran a finger down the center of his chest. “Thank you for taking your time and paying attention to my needs. It’s been a long time since anyone has done that.”

“I don’t know what you have planned for tomorrow, but maybe we can meet up same time, same place tomorrow night?”

She nodded quickly. “I have to call Payton about Chad and Lora’s shower, but that won’t take long. And maybe call my parents, but that’s it.”

“Okay. I need to finish mowing the front yard, but that won’t take long either.”

His eyes were eager and they were both almost panting. The next day hadn’t even started yet and she wanted to fast-forward to the night.

They parted with a long, final kiss.

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Sheridan shuckedoff his swim trunks into the corner and turned on the shower. Those needed to be washed ASAP. He’d start some laundry in the morning.

He couldn’t believe he’d come in his pants like a boy. What the hell? Yes, it had been a long time, like, years actually, since he’d had attention, but jeez! He did regular maintenance on himself, so he thought he’d be able to control himself. Obviously, not.

She had been more beautiful, more open than he ever could have hoped. He hadn’t even really expected her to take him up on the swimming offer, but she had.

That blue suit had left nothing to the imagination. She may have thought it covered her well, but every delectable curve and angle of her body was outlined. In all honesty, he’d been hard from the time she stepped out onto the patio to when he kissed her good night.

He looked down. Till now, he thought with a laugh.

Stepping into the shower he rinsed quickly, then climbed out. It had been a long day and he needed to get to bed.

Thoughts of Cheyenne kept him awake though. Over the years he’d watched her from afar, waiting for her to find someone to be with, but she never had. So he didn’t know what she would do when he started touching her. He was so conscious of what she had been through before and he didn’t want to traumatize her any further. She’d been open, though, to everything they’d done. He would wait for the next step until she advanced. There was no way he was going to ruin this brand new relationship by rushing her.

And had he actually proposed marriage? What the fuck had he been thinking? All of the steps were out of sync.

But, their situation didn’t allow for normal.

They would just have to play everything by ear, and if he had to come in his shorts for the next six months, or year, or six years, they wouldn’t do anything else until she was ready.

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