Protecting Her: A Romance Bundle

Without saying a word, he took my hand and led me down the hallway to the bedroom. It was like taking a walk back in time.

14

Annabel

Shane led me into his room and closed the door, which was odd because we were the only living souls in the house other than the dog. Maybe he wanted to keep the ghosts of his parents out of the room. Or at least not disturb them with our humanly grunts and moans. He sat on the edge of the bed with me standing in front of him. He switched on the lamp on the nightstand and the room was bathed in the dusty yellow glow of the old bulb. I reached out and brushed my fingertips down his cheek.

“So, you really missed me?” I asked.

“More than you’ll ever know,” he said as his fingers moved to my waist. He pulled me to him and pressed his face between my breasts. His hands slid around to my ass. His strong fingers clutched at my ass, pulling me even closer. He looked up and smiled. “Did you miss me?”

“Yes. More than you’ll ever know.”

“Show me,” he said, letting go of my ass and leaning back on his elbows. “Take your clothes off. Let me look at the grownup you… sexy…”

I glanced down at the hard bulge in the front of his jeans. It made me swallow hard. I could feel the hot juices soaking my panties. I was wearing a pink scrub shirt and scrub pants that had little cartoon pups and kittens on them, and a pair of pink Crocs. My hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail and what little makeup I’d applied early that morning had long since worn away. Sexy, was not a word I would use to describe my appearance. But if the size of Shane’s cock pushing against the front of his jeans was any indication, it was doing the trick for him.

I pulled the scrunchee out of my ponytail and let my long hair fall around my shoulders. I tugged the scrub shirt over my head. I was wearing a black sports bra that compressed my tits like a sausage casing. The last time Shane saw my tits they were barely there. I got my boobs a year after he left home. It was like Shane was leaving and I needed something to play with, so my body gave me boobs. The timing sucked, but now I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he got a gander at them today.

“When did you get boobs?” he asked playfully.

“After you left,” I said, hooking my fingers in the sports back to pull it out and over my big tits and over my head. My boobs bounced on my chest, like large honey-colored melons with dark areolas and plump nipples. Shane’s expression was priceless. He licked his lips as he watched me cup my boobs in my hands. He sucked in a quick breath when I took my nipples between two fingers and game them a squeeze.

“You like?” I asked.

“Very much.” He nodded at the scrub pants. “Show me more.”

“You’re gonna love this,” I said with a smile as I hooked my thumbs into the waist of the scrub pants and panties and pushed them down over my legs. I stepped out of the Crocs and kicked my clothes and shoes to the side.

“My, my…” Shane said, the low light bouncing in his eyes as he stared at my shaved pussy. “So, you got boobs and lost your pussy hair while I was away.”

“Something like that,” I said, sliding my fingers from my tits to my pussy. I used a finger on each side to pull back the hood of my clit. “I just hate it when hair gets in the way. Don’t you?”

“I do,” Shane said as he watched my fingers dip down into my already sopping wet pussy. I slid a finger in all the way to the knuckle, then held it out to him. “Want a taste?”

Shane leaned up and wrapped his lips around my finger and sucked it dry. Just watching his lips move up and down my finger was enough to make me cum on the spot. I was rubbing my clit with my free hand. I felt the orgasm hit quickly, shuddering through me, making me moan. I could smell the pungent aroma of the juices oozing from my cunt.

“I want to see your cock,” I said, the breath quivering from my lips. “Show me.”

“Show yourself,” he said, leaning back on his elbows again. I leaned down to unbuckle his belt and open his jeans. It was all I could do not to rub his cock through the jeans. I stepped back and he lifted each leg so I could tug off his boots and socks. Then I grabbed hold of each pants leg and tugged the jeans down his long, thick legs. The only thing holding his big cock in check was a pair of thin boxer shorts. There was a large circle of precum on the shorts where his cock had oozed in anticipation of fucking me. I leaned down and pulled the boxers down his legs. His cock sprang free: long, thick, veiny, hard. The head was red and swollen, like a water balloon about to pop.

“Hello old friend,” I said, getting to my knees at the edge of the bed. I wrapped the fingers of one hand around the long shaft and gently massaged his balls with the other hand. “It’s so good to see you again.”

“He is happy to see you, too,” Shane said, tugging off his t-shirt and lying back with his hands behind his head and a smile on his face. “Feel free to give him a little kiss hello.”

“With pleasure,” I said, lowering my lips to the tip of his cock, teasing the little slit with my tongue. God, it had been so long since I’d felt so alive, so hot, so fucking turned on. Sex with Bradley was always just okay. Sex with Shane was always motherfucking amazing. Shane had set the bar high and Bradley never even got close to it.

I milked the full length of his shaft while sucking on the head like a lollipop. I could taste his precum, hot, salty, oily on my tongue. I watched his muscular chest rise and fall as I worked my lips and tongue around the head, teasing the little bundle of nerves where the shaft met the slit. Shane moaned, just like the old days.

“Fuck, Annabel… you are… amazing… my cock… fucking loves… your mouth…”

“My mouth loves your cock,” I said, leaning up to take him all the way to the back of my throat, something I

had not done since trying it with him at the Sonic Drive-In all those years ago. I was proud of the fact that I didn’t gag. I was prouder still that Shane’s moans were becoming deep grunts. He loved what I was doing. No other woman could make him feel this way. I knew he belonged to me. And I belonged to him.

“Fuck… don’t make me cum…” he said, reaching for me. “Come here… it’s my turn to taste you.”

Shane took my hands and pulled me onto the bed, positioning me so that I was sitting on his face, my dripping pussy hovering above his hungry mouth and my clit touching his nose. He dug his fingers into my ass and he pulled my pussy down onto his mouth. A thousand bolts of lightning shot through my body, causing every muscle to tense as Shane’s tongue probed deep inside me. I had not been eaten out or fucked in over a year. Even then, it was nothing compared to this. I wanted to shoot myself for missing out on ten years of Shane’s talented tongue.