"You push and you pull and you pull me right in…"
The sound of music reached Lily's ears as she stepped from the shower. She tilted her head, listened and smiled. Shawn had put one of his group's CDs on. She'd recognize his voice anywhere, but she didn't recognize the song. A new demo or album that had yet to be released, perhaps?
Emerging from the bathroom, Lily followed the sound of Shawn's voice into the living room. She stood in the doorway and watched him as he plucked the strings of his guitar and crooned along with his own voice coming from the stereo speakers on the wall. He must have sensed her presence, lifting his head he snared her with his gaze as he continued to sing.
"It's the give and the take and the love that we make…"
His voice washed over her, the music pulsed through her, and Lily had to lean against the doorjamb when her knees went weak. Just when she thought there was nothing more he could pull from her he'd catch her off guard with a look, a smile, the sound of his voice as he sang. She knew she was the center of his world. It was such serendipity to have somehow captured this amazing man's attention, and then his love, when she had given up on the hope of ever finding "the ONE."
Her gaze drifted to his long, elegant fingers as they stroked a response from his guitar. Mesmerized she couldn't help the erotic images that swarmed her brain as she watched each sensuous movement of his fingers along the taut strings. Her mind reminding her of how the calluses along his fingertips rasped against her much softer skin was pure sensory memory. She made a visual journey along his body, stopping to admire the flexing of his forearms as he played, the bunch of his shoulders as he shifted his position, the expanse of exposed skin along his naked torso that never failed to capture her attention. When she reached his face again the voluptuous curve of his lower lip had her biting her own as she felt the heat of his gaze from across the room. When the last strains of the song faded she leaned her head against the doorjamb and quirked a brow at him.
"That's a new one," she said. He nodded, his gaze moving over her face and to her hair. He had once told her that her hair was what had caught his attention with its "wild and windblown" look. He'd even admitted that he had wanted to see it spread across his pillow from that moment on. "What's it called?" she asked. Shawn looked perplexed for a moment, then seemed to remember what they had been discussing before his attention had wandered to her hair.
"Lily's Rhapsody," he replied a bit hesitantly.
She blinked surprised that he would name a song for her… WRITE a song for her. He'd said he loved her, had proven it on more than one occasion, but it had never occurred to her that he would write a song. She mentally rolled her eyes; he was a singer and a songwriter. How else would he express his feelings to her?
Shawn grimaced and Lily realized that she hadn't commented. The uncertainty in his eyes galvanized her. Pushing away from the doorway, she moved across to where he was perched on the ottoman in front of the couch. She gently pulled the guitar from his hands and placed it behind her, propping it against the end table. Smiling softly she stepped into the space between his knees and brushed her fingers through his soft, curly hair. His black lashes fluttered over his icy blue eyes when her nails rasped along his scalp.
"What exactly do you have on under my shirt?" Shawn asked suddenly, his raspy voice sending electricity through her veins. His hands moved up along the outside of her thighs and under the tails of his dress shirt without waiting for her reply. He groaned when his questing fingers found bare skin. Another tremor jolted through her when his hands stroked beneath the curves where her ass met the backs of her thighs.
Shawn leaned forward and nuzzled his face between her breasts moving the shirt out of his way. She'd only buttoned two buttons and the soft cotton gave way to his persistent movements baring her breast to his questing mouth. Her head dropped back as he took the nipple between his lips and began a slow, erotic torture that turned her knees back to the consistency of Jell-O. Cream slid from her pussy and coated her thighs as the insistent tug of his hands at the back of her thighs coupled with the moist draw of his mouth on her breast threw her off balance enough that she propped one knee on the ottoman next to his hip. The movement opened her further for Shawn's fingers to slide along her weeping slit.
Lily bucked against his fingers and placed her other knee alongside him. Straddling his lap she grasped his head between her palms as the assault on her senses continued. He thrust two fingers into her pussy from behind, and she gasped at the hard, sudden intrusion. But, it wasn't enough; those two fingers didn't fill her enough, stretch her as he did. She tugged at his hair insistently, and Shawn understood what she couldn't put into words.
His hands moved between their bodies, and she felt him release the button fly on his jeans. When the knuckle of one of his fingers grazed her clit sending a current of sensation through her, she couldn't hold still. She moaned and rubbed her soaked pussy against the hard ridges of his abdomen as he struggled to release his cock from his jeans. Her ragged cry as he finally succeeded and surged up into her grasping channel echoed in the room around them. Shawn gripped her hips and slid her slowly back up his cock until only the rounded head remained inside of her. Then he slowly pulled her back down onto him, thrusting just before he was fully embedded inside her, hitting that marvelous bundle of nerves deep inside of her. The slow thrust and retreat nearly drove her insane, pushing her toward release but keeping her hanging on the edge without sending her over.
Lily lifted her head and looked down into eyes that were studying her with fierce concentration. He was holding himself back and she couldn't have that. He must have seen a betraying gleam in her eye for he tried to control her movements. However his clenching fingers couldn't prevent her from twisting her hips slightly just before the down stroke. Fierce satisfaction raced through her when his eyes fluttered and rolled back in his head. A couple more twists and he lost whatever hold he had on his control.
Shawn surged upward and bore her back to the overstuffed couch behind her. He shoved his arms beneath her shoulders, propping himself on his forearms as he pounded in and out of her body. Lily arched her back and cried out as her orgasm washed over her. A moment later she felt Shawn's cock buck inside her and he abruptly stiffened as her womb was bathed in the warmth of his release. He collapsed over her and panted in her ear as they both continued to shudder from the aftershocks of orgasm. He nuzzled his face into the curve of her neck and chuckled.
"I take it you liked the song," he murmured. She laughed as she realized that the shirt she wore still had one button fastened and hung from her shoulder lopsidedly. A shift of her legs told her that his jeans were barely clinging to his hips. She hummed her approval into his shoulder.
"It was beautiful," she whispered.
About the Author: Kealie Shay is the alter-ego of a shy, quiet stay-at-home-mom by day. By night she transforms into a wild woman writing of wicked men and women. She is a sex-crazed nympho who routinely holds bondage parties in her garage, owns a Great Dane named Brock, and plays regularly with Juan, her Cabana Boy. She does all this while wearing a pair of red, thigh-high, stiletto boots. Who cares if it's all in her imagination! Visit Kealie at her website and blog.