Shame
I couldn’t wait to be inside of her, to feel her clench and pull me in, to the place where I was all that existed in her world, as she only existed in mine. We worked at one anther's belts not willing to break this single kiss. I flipped Cassa's jeans free in record time and slid down her pants. When I did break the kiss I felt how warm and slick she was for me and only me. Cassa hissed and arched back when I found her clit and the man in desperate love roared.
I knew she was ready for me, but I couldn’t help but linger, I wanted to hear her cry out and watch her come, from just touching her but my body was impatient. I dropped to my knees and removed her wet jeans. I could feel the gooseflesh and knew she was cold. I slipped my shirt off so that she could find heat against me, then hitched her thigh over mine and looked at her.
"I want this...." I slipped inside her with grace that I didn’t even know I possessed. I spoke to her, against her mouth and below her ear. "It's not about your pussy, or the way you cry when you come...." I drove in deep as my hand gripped the back of her head and pulled her to my mouth.
She let me engulf her mouth, and take her good and hard in deep strokes. "It's you." I said and then let her hair go so I could grip her hips with both hands, going deeper and deeper. "Oh, God it's you Cass." I looked at her deep in the eyes and growled when she scored her nails down my back.
“It’s this irresistible combo of you when your beneath me, your skin against mine and my mouth fusing to yours babe. Perfect storm.”
I used one hand to go under her wet shirt, then hissed when I felt her nipple, so puckered from the cold. I lifted her shirt and sucked the bud of her breast into my mouth and moaned at the taste of her skin. Then she moaned and gripped her fingers into the back of my very short hair and I went wild inside knowing that I could draw these sounds and this reaction from her.
She wrapped her other leg around my waist and rocked her hips against me. "Faster Shame." She cried and tried to arch against the wall of the boathouse.
What my lady wants, she damn well fucking gets.
I rocked into her pussy in a relentless rhythm. The wetness of our bodies made a slapping sound with each slide. I knew the minute that Cassa came. Not because of her relentless cry, but because we were so deeply connected that I felt her tighten against me and knew I had taken her where we both needed.
I felt my heart stop when I saw the look on her face as she came. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and I knew I was nothing without her. Fear that she didn’t know how deeply I loved her I whispered my desperate plea. "Don’t ever hide from me again baby please. I cant find a word to tell you how deep I feel. Love isn’t enough. Forever isn’t enough, but you being my everything, and I mean everything baby, is close." I looked at her then when she looked up as I spoke and kept her locked in my gaze. "Marry me...." I said so low I am not even sure she heard me. I was still deep inside, still moving her body against that wooden wall. I kept her gaze locked to mine until I came inside of her, begging even louder. “Marry me Sassy!”
*
Cassa
Shamus sat next to me curled under a blanket leaning against the boathouse watching the rain. “Are you cold Baby?” He asked his arm around me still. It was the first thing he spoke since asking me to marry him.
“Yea.” I laughed and felt my heart melt at the high of knowing we were finally on the same page, of the same book by the same author. I was naked and so was he and we both were too cold to put the wet clothes back on. So we sat laughing and kissing and touching under the blanket while we watched the rain.
“Think any neighbors watched us?” Shamus asked while he kissed below my ear making me shiver.
I laughed a nervous laugh that turned to a giggle when his breath hit my neck. “Is it bad if I say I hope so? Sex that good deserves viewers.”
“We could give them another show.” He said and slid his fingers between my legs. He looked under the blanket and laughed. “No matter how bad I want to fuck the daylight out of you, this cold is causing some major shrinkage.”
“Take me inside then because I want you to fuck the daylight out of me.” I clamped my legs shut when he found my clit and pressed.
“We could make some memories in the basement.”
I give him my most endearing WTF look. “Why the basement?”
Shamus sat up surprised. “You haven’t been in the basement?”
He was standing before I had a chance to answer. “No basements are creepy.”
“Not anymore.” He put his shirt back on and cried out a loud “Fuck that’s cold.” Before extending his hand to me. “C’mon.”
I took his hand and he wrapped me in the blanket and then lifted and ran for the back doors the rain drenching us again blanket be damned.
We got inside and he looked at me. My lips were chattering and I was shaking. He took the blanket from me and grabbed my hand and dashed for the basement door. I wasn’t prepared for what waited in the basement.
Shamus flicked on a light and I stood shaking the cold off. Shamus had remodeled the basement at some point. I hadn’t been down here in so long that I couldn’t tell when or why he did it. He had three spate sets of drum kits, various guitars and microphones. I walked around taking in the look of the former concrete walls that were now carpeted with glass office partition to the left of a small sound stage.
“What is this? When did you do this?” I ask, the excitement in my voice making me smile. He had built a studio in Jerry’s basement, something Jerry wanted him to do but I never knew he had told Shame that. He had wanted Shame home as bad as me and on various occasions when he would drunk dial his son, it was to ask about the studio and when he was building it.
“I started building up plans about six months before he passed. He makes his way to his pearl white Yamaha set and grabs his drum sticks and sits in the stool. His hands are faster than what I can follow as he beats against the symbols creating a soft melody from that alone. Once done showing off, smiling wide he laughs and shrugs his shoulder. “I call it raindrops…it seemed appropriate.”
He is so undeniably sexy in this element, happy and excited that I can barely breathe overwhelmed by him and all he is to me.
