Chapter 26 Wesley #2
Her face lights up. “Oh my God, I love it.” She grabs my arm, pulling me closer.
“Look, Wesley, it has a basket, and the colour will match the bungalow.” The salesman eyes me, but I just scowl at him, throwing him a warning never to question her in front of me.
He clears his throat and reels off all the different specs of the bike, which is pointless because as long as it has a basket and matches the bungalow, Shannon really doesn’t give a shit.
“It’s called the Beach it’s like when she talks about the glamping site.
Her whole face lights up. I pull her close, her back pressed firmly against my chest, my arms wrapping around her in a tight grip.
Leaning down, I tilt my head and place a soft kiss below her ear, then rest my head on her shoulder.
“Well? What do you think?” I ask softly, letting my hands wander over her soft curves.
“I love it, Wesley.” She turns her head to the side and kisses my cheek.
“I really do, but you don’t have to buy me anything.
” Dropping my hands to her hips, I spin her around to face me, sighing, because we’ve been over this, it’s something I want to do.
I’ll be buying her more gifts, just so I can see her face light up, even if it gets her back up.
“What did I tell you? We’ve been over this and I am buying you the bike.” I take her hand, discussion over, she won’t win this time. “Come on, we need to get you some safety gear.”
“Safety gear?” She fixes me with a scowl. If she thinks she’s riding this fucking thing without a helmet, she’s dead wrong.
“Yep.”
We walk further down the aisle, passing a full display of helmets in every colour imaginable, with matching arm bands and knee pads, all different styles and sizes. They even have matching bells and lights.
Tossing a few packs of reflectors and lights into a basket, I point to the helmets.
“Pick one.” Shannon pulls a blue one from the shelf then takes it to her new bike, of course, it’s got to bloody match.
My heart feels as full as the smile on her face when she looks at me for approval, not that she’d need it, but I nod anyway.
Curling my finger, I gesture to her to come back to me. “Come here.” When she’s standing in front of me, looking up at me with her bright dark eyes, I take the helmet from her and place it on her head, then fix the straps under her chin.
“How does it feel?” I ask. “Good.” She kisses me again.
“Thank you, Wesley.” My fingers grip her gently.
“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” I can’t wait to get out of here and take her home, the excitement on her face gets me every time.
It’s making me want to drag her out the shop and finish off where we left off this morning, naked in my bed.
I’m glad when the salesman taps me on the shoulder. “How are you guys getting on?”
Shannon’s face is beat red as she tries to control her breathing.
“Hmm… we’ll take it,” I say around a grin and wait for him to unclip the bike from its security chain.
When we arrive home and I’ve put her new bike in my garage, I grab her hand, pulling her into the house, then spin around to kick the door shut, it slams, rattling the frame.
I don’t wait for an invitation into her space, I just press her up against the kitchen island, my palms sliding up her thighs, dragging her dress up with the movement.
“Take these off,” I order, plucking her panties away from her skin.
“You want them off, then you can take them off.” She’s being extra feisty today but I love every side of Shannon.
I bend down, pressing my knees into the floor, fingers still hooked into the sides of her underwear, and I slide them down.
Shannon tousles her fingers into my hair, pulling it, forcing me to look up at her. Her seductive voice teases me.
“If you take them off, Wesley Parker, you better fuck me hard.” Christ, she knows what she does to me when she talks like that.
“You’ve got yourself a deal, sweetheart.
” I don’t hesitate, yanking her panties down the rest of the way, then pulling them off and flinging them over my shoulder across the kitchen.
Standing back up, I shove my body close to hers and whisper, “Turn around and put your palms flat on the worktop.” She obeys without hesitating, leaning forwards so her body curves over the surface, her arse lifting, grazing against the front of my jeans.
I back away, tugging off my boots, jeans, shirt until I’m completely naked, Shannon glances over her shoulder, eyes fixed on me.
“Are you trying to ruin me, Wesley Parker?” Not giving her a chance to say anything else, I stalk behind her, snaking my arm around her neck then covering her mouth with my hand and I lean over her shoulder pressing my hard cock into her arse.
“That’s the plan, sweetheart.” I drop my hand, teasing her clit.
“I’ve been hard since we left the shop.” Lowering my hand, I gather up her dress, bunching it around her waist. She looks fucking beautiful like this, arse on full display, her pussy still glistening.
Crouching down, I tap the inside of her thigh.
“Spread your legs.” Her legs part, her arse right in my face.
I kiss each cheek, then drop down lower, dipping my tongue between her open slit, catching the single strand of wetness trailing from her tight hole, with one deep stroke of my flattened tongue.
I swallow down, savouring the scent and flavour of her.
“Wesley…” she moans my name as my finger slides inside her, right up to the knuckle. My eyes stay fixed on the way her pussy stretches, sucking me in, she’s fucking drenched.
“I can’t get enough of you,” I say, twisting my finger, drawing it halfway out, before pushing it back in again, the wet, slick sounds making my cock pulse.
“I’m greedy for this pussy, Shannon.” She cries out, louder now we’re alone.
Withdrawing my finger, I rub it over the head of my cock, mixing her scent with mine.
“Fuck, Shan… I need to fuck you.” My voice hoarse as I lift myself off the floor and position myself behind her.
She rises onto her tiptoes as I take a step closer between her legs, leaning over to kiss the curve of her back.
One hand grips her hip, my fingers digging into her soft skin.
Guiding my cock to her wet entrance, sliding the thick purple head between her slickness before easing the tip in slowly, she takes me, inch by inch, until I’m fully inside her.
“Christ, you’re always so fucking tight,” I say, my voice rough and ragged with the feel of her. She gasps for breath, as I pull all the way out slowly and then slam back in deeper and more desperate.
“Ahh, shit, Wesley,” she pants, her voice straining with pleasure as I thrust into her harder this time.
“You want me to fuck you harder?” I snap my hips forward not giving her a chance to reply, pounding into her. Fucking her with every ounce of force I can.
I watch the way my cock pushes into her, stretching her tight pussy, then glides out smoothly, shiny and thick, covered in her arousal.
“God…” she cries out, her cheek pressed hard against the cold marble.
My hips roll, giving her every inch, my bollocks slapping against her arse with each thrust. I don’t let up.
Sweat trickles down my face, hair falling into my eyes and my dirty work boots scrape against the floor each time I shift to fuck into her deeper.
Shannon’s moans echo around the kitchen, her tits rubbing against the worktop as I slam her forward with hard, relentless thrusts.
She clenches around me, her grip tight, and I’m clinging to the very edge of my release.
Fingers digging into her hips, squeezing the flesh, like I’m holding on for dear life.
“Fuck, gonna come.” I barely manage to warn her.
My legs burn from bending. I give her a few more hard thrusts, and I explode deep inside of her.
My cock twitches with the final pulse of my release.
Our ragged breathing fills the kitchen, thick and heavy.
Running my hands over her arse, whispering praises.
I ease out slowly, watching as my cock, slick with come, slips free, followed by a trail of my release.
Shannon’s breathless when I hook an arm under her hips and bring her back against me, she turns in my arms, glancing up at me, her face flushed and blotchy, eyes glassy, lips parted. I lower my head to kiss her forehead, then slide both my hands to the back of her neck.
“So beautiful… so fucking beautiful,” I tell her firmly, not letting her look away from me.
“Stay with me… please?” I almost beg, fighting back the desperate tone in my voice.
She doesn’t say a word, just slips her hand from my waist, reaches up, and pulls my palm free, lacing her fingers with my own.
She leads me to my bathroom, and without a word she turns the shower on, adjusting the temperature until it’s just right.
Steam fills the room as I help her out of her dress.
She slips off her strawberry wellies, we both climb in, the spray hitting us just right.
She turns her back to me as I lather a sponge in shower gel and gently wash her skin, avoiding her hair, twisted up on the top of her head.
We don’t say a word, just take it in turns to wash each other in comfortable silence.
Once we’re done, we dry off and climb into bed.
Shannon rolls over to face me, hands tucked beneath her cheek in a prayer like pose.
One of my hands rests on her hip, the other folded under my pillow.
We lie there, naked, skin warm and quiet between the sheets.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had a cuddle in bed,” I whisper, fingers tracing soft circles over her hip.
“Lucky for you, I’m a huge fan of cuddling,” she says softly.
“I really fucking like you, Shannon.” There’s so much more I want to say, but something holds me back.
It’s not embarrassment, it’s not even fear.
It just doesn’t feel like the right time.
I just know I don’t want to be without her.
I want her here all the time. “I didn’t plan on ending up in bed with you before I took you out on a proper date,” I admit.
Shannon reaches out, pressing her fingertips gently to my lips.
“We’ve already been out on a proper date, I don’t need lavish nights out Wesley, the picnic was perfect.
Besides.” She giggles. “I think it’s best you meet my Mum and Dad first, you might change your mind about me.
” I roll her onto her back and climb over her, hands braced either side of her head, my body weight held just off her.
“You’ve already agreed to be mine, but do you think they’ll like me?” I couldn’t care less if they loved or hated me, all I care about is her, but I’d let her think I was a true gentleman, shame my thoughts were anything but.
She lifts her head to kiss me. “No, they’ll hate you. My dad will probably try to knock your block off.” She rolls her eyes, glancing up at the ceiling, then back to me. “But really… how could they not?” she whispers, fingers threading through my hair, she tugs me down, falling into her kiss.
“You’re one of the best people I know, and I…” I stop her, not because I don’t want to hear those hopeful words, but because I want to be the first to say them, and when I do, I want it to be special. She deserves that, at the very least.
“Wait until I’ve met them,” I whisper. “Before you tell me something I won’t let you take back.” I brush my fingers through her hair. “But make no mistake, Shannon Newton… you’re mine, pretty lady.” I’ve never felt so in touch with another person before until Shannon. Everything is perfect…
Until it’s not.