CHAPTER 9
The sun had already set by the time DeShaun and I made it back to the hotel.
My instincts told me we should take separate routes to his room, but saying so felt like too much of an admission I was still officially in a relationship with Joe.
I didn't want to kill the evolving chemistry between us, so I followed him into the elevator.
He pressed his fingers between my legs the moment the doors slid shut, grasping my clit beneath the tight PVC confines of my shorts.
I gasped into him, pressing my face between his strong shoulder and neck. I inhaled his new cologne and found it an instant aphrodisiac.
He slipped his free hand to my rear and pawed at my little buttocks.
“I'm all yours, DeShaun,” I whispered, moving my lips towards his. “Every part of me.”
He led me a passionate kiss.
My sex strained against the PVC to meet his touch, as my own hands clawed at his muscular upper body.
DeShaun swirled my tongue between his mouth and my own, spinning me into a frizz.
I didn't feel the change in gravity as the elevator slid to a stop.
The doors opened on us.
We kept kissing and grabbing at each other.
I was lost in this man.
He came to his senses first.
I sensed the change in him, and opened my eyes.
He released me, then backed away.
I looked past him, feeling relief when the corridor behind him was clear.
I dragged DeShaun into his hotel room, letting the door slide shut behind him. I knew we'd been reckless, but too much of me didn't care. I needed to finally feel him inside me.
“I want you so much, Sasha,” he rasped, running his hands through my hair.
I looked up into his eyes and just knew everything I ever needed to know. No matter the consequences, everything that was somehow wrong about betraying Joe felt right because it meant being with DeShaun.
“What are you thinking right now?”
I smiled. “How good you make me feel about myself,” I said.
He kissed me.
All my anger issues over my husband's death, my self-loathing, self-hatred and craving of the most destructive crude, kinky and sometimes even violent sex had vanished.
I wished only for affection, passion and desire.
And in DeShaun's arms I felt only these things.
It was as if he'd finally helped mend me into the person I used to be before Aroon died.
DeShaun's fingers stroked down the back of my top, lifting it above my ass.
I hauled his top over his head.
He slid my PVC shorts below the bottom of my buttocks.
I pressed my palms onto his biceps, then wheezed at the feel of his flesh.
DeShaun slapped his hands onto my ass cheeks, squeezing them. “Your skin's so soft, Sasha.”
I ran my fingers across his upper body, exploring every magnificent part of his beautiful, toned body. “You've no idea how attracted I am to you, DeShaun.”
He took hold of my new g-string, then pulled it tight against my anus and strained my growing erection at the front.
I bit his chest.
His throat rumbled, just lower than a growl.
I licked his skin, soothing the area I'd marked. “I want to call you mine,” I whispered.
He dug his thumbs into the sides of my shorts, then pulled them further down until they freed some of the pressure on my sex.
I felt the PVC slide to my feet, then stepped my six-inch heels out of them.
He hooked my underwear.
I slipped my hands quickly to his arms. “No, wait.”
He hesitated.
“I want to get you naked first.” For once, I almost added.
He grinned, then gently pulled at my top, as if asking if he could remove it.
I nodded, then lifted my arms so he could tug it over my head. I shook my hair back into shape when he had. My breasts stood naked and free, having foregone my bra since my earlier shopping spree.
DeShaun leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth.
I moaned with delight, cradling the back of his head. “You're so good to me.”
He suckled at it, as my chest heaved with a deeper intake of breath.
I unbuckled his belt, then pulled it free from his jeans.
He swapped one nipple for the other.
I dragged down his fly, then slipped my hand inside to feel the outside of his hardness. “You're not wearing any underwear!”
“I knew the sight of you outdoors all day would kill me, no matter what you wore,” he said, then took my nipple between his front teeth.
I lifted his long, hard cock out from inside his jeans and slowly ran my hand back and forth on it.
DeShaun let his jeans fall to the floor.
My man was naked before me, and I was relishing every second of it. I pulled his erection against the outside of my panties, deliberately poking my sex with his. “The difference in size is staggering.”
He released my nipple, then stood up straight. “I like that.”
“You would.” I squeezed his firmness. “Being this big.”
He caressed the sides of my tiny waist. “No, Sasha, I mean I like the size difference being what it is.” His fingers strayed to the waist of my underwear. “It shows I'm the man.” He lowered my g-string, unveiling my little sex. “And you're my girl... My sissy, little girl.”
Oh my God! No man had ever called me a sissy before. It would've sounded so demeaning on any other's lips. I melted.
He kissed my forehead.
“My black Adonis,” I cooed.
“My sissy,” he said again, then kissed down the front of my nose to my lips.
I whimpered as he took hold of my clit.
He stroked her softly for several seconds, then let go and took hold of me by my hips, lifting me up and carrying me deeper into the room. He lay me down on the bed on my back, then joined me, lying on top.
Wearing just my heels, my legs were spread and DeShaun was between them.
He kissed me again, as his shaft ground against my clit.
I wrapped my arms around him. “You're all I want,” I said between kisses.
He kissed me with more vigour.
I felt my sex dwarfed by his. “My man.”
DeShaun grabbed my hands suddenly in his.
I gasped, as if expecting him to pin me down.
He lovingly rubbed my hands in his.
I smiled into his kiss, then drew my legs around his waist.
His cock travelled up and down my body, caressing me from my abdomen to my crotch.
“I want you inside me,” I whispered, and flicked my eyes to the packet of condoms next to the bed.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
My eyes widened, my nod turning vociferous.
He delivered a lasting, circular lick of my lips, then reached for the condoms.
I breathed out a laborious exhalation. I was finally going to feel DeShaun inside me.
He pulled a condom from the pack, then sheathed his shaft with it. “I wanted to make love to you the first time I saw you, Sasha.”
I gulped, my thoughts populated by the very real memory of how he hadn't even known I was trans.
He took his condom-covered cock in one hand, then my sex in the other. “This only made me want you more,” he insisted, and stroked her with the most sensuous of touches.
The littlest of moisture ran from the corner of one of my eyes.
“Hey, you okay?”
I nodded. “Just so happy I've found you.” More moisture followed. “I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm getting emotional.”
“It's okay.” He kept massaging my sex. “You do know, you can tell me.”
I tried to will the lump in my throat away.
“Sasha, it's me. You can trust me. I'm not going anywhere.”
I relaxed my clitty into his grasp and groaned amorously. “It's just so hard to find someone who genuinely wants me for who I am... Not the girl they think they see when they first look at me.”
He started to rub my sex against his. “I adore all of you, Sasha.”
“Thank you, DeShaun.”
“Every part,” he added, rubbing us both together.
I pushed myself upright, then leaned my lips into his.
DeShaun took my hands and placed them around his cock and my clit. “You do it, gorgeous.”
As I started to pleasure us together, I felt the back of DeShaun's manly fingers stroke my cheek and wipe away my tear. “I'm sorry, DeShaun.”
“Don't be. Just relax. Enjoy it.”
My eyes lit up, as I tightened my grip. “Oh, I will. I am!”
“That's good... So am I.”
I stared at his broad shoulders, then the self-confidence in his face. “There's no way you've only been with trans prostitutes before.”
He shushed me, then smiled. “A conversation for another time.”
I giggled as I clutched our sexes closer together as I masturbated them. “Of course, sorry.”
He kissed me again.
I moaned into his mouth. “DeShaun,” I whispered, breaking the kiss. “I'm so turned on... I want to feel you inside me... Just...”
“Just what?” he asked, running his hands over my breasts.
I felt tremors within at the prospect. “Just take it easy, please.” I let go of my sex and held only his in my palm, wanking it slowly. “You're so big.”
“I will, Sasha. I'll never hurt you, okay?”
I nodded, then released his cock and lay slowly back on the bed.
“This way?”
“Yeah... I wanna look up at you.”
DeShaun slid his hands to the inside of my knees, then parted my legs further. “Lift your little rump up for me, babygirl.”
Babygirl! I felt precum ooze from my clitty.
He positioned himself beneath my rear, pointing his cock at my hole.
I shivered as I felt his head brush my opening. “Shouldn't you maybe lube it a little?”
DeShaun spat on his cock, then rubbed the saliva around his head.
I gulped, saying nothing more, although I wanted him to spit on my rosebud.
He placed it at my opening, then started to push.
My rectum resisted.
He gave it more strength.
I felt the walls of my anus contract, capitulating to fear.
“Relax,” he insisted. “There'll be a little pain, maybe more at first.”
I'd no doubt he'd destroyed many an asshole, and my body instinctively felt it too.
DeShaun really tried to push hard into me.
I whimpered.
“Sasha, I mean what I say, I won't hurt you. Not now. Not ever.”
I trusted him.
He kept trying.
I needed to prove it to him.
“Maybe I need more spit-”
I gasped what felt like the whole of my lungs out of my body as the head of his magnificent girth broke its way inside.
DeShaun tried to keep going.
I was in as much awe as shock as I felt this brutal invasion by invitation take place in my sanctum.
He ground to a halt inside me.
I clawed my red fingernails at the bedsheets as I sucked for air.