Mmmmmm...
A pair of soft lips was being pressed against his neck and in such a sensuous manner that his cock stirred in life. He kept his eyes closed, allowing his senses to awaken along the tongue's wet trail across the sensitive flesh behind his ear, swirling gently. The lips moved along the line of his ear, alternately nibbling and licking, the breath hot tickling in his hair.
"Are you awake, love?"
The sound of Jaime's husky voice sent tingles through his skin. "Now, I am." Without opening his eyes, Shane reached for his lover, tangling his fingers in the soft, dark waves of hair and melting into the heat of his scalp. Their mouths touched and tongues connected, hands roaming and caressing skin and muscle alike. He felt as if he was still dreaming; never could he have imagined that the dream he was living was truly happening. Jaime's hard naked length was pressed against him, his velvet-encased steel muscle poking his thigh.
"I want you," Jaime whispered. "Inside me."
"No." Shane pulled back, sleepily blinking into Jaime's face. "We stick to our agreement."
Jaime looked hurt. "But I want... "
Shane grabbed Jaime's jaw, bringing his eyes up. "I don't want our first time to be in a hotel room, Jai. I want to be in my bed, looking into your eyes when I cum inside you. It just feels wrong."
Jaime curled around him, trembling with disappointment. "Oh, Shane... " Shane wrapped his arms around him. "I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize, baby." Shane kissed Jaime's forehead. "But I want our first time to be special. I want it to be something that we'll look back on and remember forever."
Jaime's dark eyes filled with tears. "I love you, Shane."
"I know, Jai. I love you, too." Shane lifted his friend's hand and slid his high school football championship ring onto Jaime's hand. "Until I can buy you one when we get home, will this do?"
Time stood still. Jaime felt the cool metal slide over his knuckle, grabbing onto muscle as it came to a stop at the base of his finger. It was a perfect fit. Jaime turned to Shane, the realization hitting them at the same time and smiles forming on their faces. It was meant to be.
It was meant to be.
The phone rang, startling them back into reality. Shane broke into guilty giggles, hugging Jaime to him who couldn't control his own, and reached for the instrument.
"Hello?"
"Good morning, Shane. It's James." James Weathers sighed in blessed delight, his body aching but cocooned by the warm body of his soul mate. Beverly's head was resting over his heart, her hands pressed together in a child's prayer and her exotic brown eyes closed. "Did I wake you?"
"No." Shane giggled again, grinning harder than he had in a long time.
"Good. Listen, I was just about to wake Beverly. Would you and Jaime like to join us for breakfast on the veranda?"
"Sure."
"About twenty minutes?"
"Sounds great."
"Okay. I'll call down and reserve the table."
"Cool." Jaime bent and bit Shane's ear. "Uh, James?"
"Yes?"
"Should we call Kevin, Kelly Jo and Ashley?"
"I don't know. I thought about giving Kevin a call, but I wasn't sure of what to say."
"Would you like me to call him?"
James thought for a moment, pausing in his tactile study of her soft, brown skin. "You wouldn't mind?"
"No. Kevin was very kind to me."
"All right. Give me a call back."
"Okay. 'Bye."
"'Bye."
James hung up the phone and turned on his side, carefully sliding his shoulder from underneath her and letting his eyes glide over the beauty of her sleeping face. Her black wavy hair was tumbled all over, partially covering her shoulders and hiding the bottom of her chin and part of her mouth. He didn't need to see her mouth to remember its sensual contours. One of the most exciting parts of last evening was when she had him sit on the edge of the bed, stroked him to a state of petrified wood and knelt between his legs. Just before she took him into her mouth, she applied lipstick, a deep red cherry color, and proceeded to give him an inspired blowjob.
He would never forget the sight of his white cock sliding past her ruby-red lips, her brown-skinned hand wrapped around the base. She had only smiled.
I told you I watched a lot of pornos.
Beverly had eagerly stepped into the role of a whore, sloppily sucking him to a mind-blowing climax courtesy of garish makeup and a lover's intuition.
She sighed deeply and yawned, her tawny eyes blinking at him. An instant and easy smile lit her features. "Hi."
"Hi, yourself." He pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. "Hungry?"
Beverly laughed. "Jesus, James! Can't you give a girl a break?"
He smiled, running his fingers along the round of her shoulder and down to her hand. "I always have room for you, Beverly, but I was actually talking about breakfast. I called Shane and invited Jaime and him to join us. Was that okay?"
"Yes." Her smile was heartwarming and James felt like he was looking into the face of the sun. "I'm famished. You wore me out, white boy."
James threw his head back and shouted in laughter. "I could say the same, black girl." He sank down into the pillows, rubbing his nose against her and inhaling her vanilla musk scent. "I don't have words to express to you about what last night meant to me." He pulled back, searching her soft eyes and she stopped him with a fingertip.
"James, last night was the most wonderful night of my life." She rubbed her finger across his pursed lips. "I thank you for it, but please don't make any promises you can't keep."
He started to open his mouth but closed it when he realized that she was right. He loved her but he had always remained a bachelor. He knew the rightness of their relationship but he was still reluctant to believe in the trueness of it. And she knew. "Bev... "
The phone rang a second time and Shane was on the other end. "Hey, James. I talked with Ashley and she wants to have breakfast, but she wanted to know if the veranda was enclosed. You know, private."
"I don't know. Let me give the front desk a call and I'll call you right back."
"Okay." Shane hung up the phone and gazed at Jaime's beautiful form. He was lying on his stomach and Shane couldn't help but run his hand over his body from shoulder to hip, pausing to stroke his furred buttocks, to run his finger along the crease where buttock and leg meet and to trace the deep furrow of his spinal column.
"I'm glad I'm not a girl."
