At last she stopped shuddering, slumping down on me, our mixed heartbeats thundering together at the force and depth of the orgasm we’d just shared. Eventually Shari recovered enough to lean up and kiss me softly, gently, sweetly.
“You’re mine now, Bobby Davies!” she grinned, “If you think I’m letting you go after that you’re sadly mistaken! You were wonderful, baby, thank you!”
I kissed her back, and wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly against me.
“Thank you, Shari!” I grinned, “thank you for showing me, and for being so wonderful, I’m not letting you go either, you’re mine now, too!”
Shari twinkled at me, and kissed me again on the lips, then once on the end of my nose.
“Well, now that’s finally settled, tomorrow we need to either get a bigger bed in here, or move rooms!”
I woke in daylight, and immediately panicked; I was supposed to be at work! Then a soft sigh made me stiffen, and memory flooded back as a warm, soft hand slipped around my waist. I turned around gently to see Shari asleep next to me, her face calm and relaxed, and utterly, stunningly beautiful; with her dark Titian hair spread in a mass of tumbled waves against the crisp white of the pillowcase, and her long, sooty eyelashes contrasting against the creamy whiteness of her cheek, she looked like a painting by one of the pre-Raphaelite masters, serene, beautiful, almost ethereal in her repose. I wondered that someone as special, as lovely, as truly wonderful as she was could feel anything for someone like me, especially after such a short time, but she seemed sure in what she wanted, and, much to my eternal astonishment, that was me.
She seemed to sense my scrutiny, after just a moment her eyes flickered open, and she smiled sleepily at me.
“Hello baby!” she murmured, her hand sliding up my chest to cup my chin and brush my lips with her fingertips. I responded by sliding back down into the bed and hugging her to me, feeling her warmth as she draped her leg over my hip and rubbed her foot up and down my leg.
“Mmm, this feels nice!” she smiled, “You’re so nice and warm, Bobby, I could lie here like this all day! Come closer baby, warm me up some more!”
She turned and spooned against me, while my arm went around her to cup her soft, firm stomach, holding her gently as she snuggled back against me. It felt so wonderful to lie there like that, no pressure, no need to do anything except enjoy the comforting warmth and drift slowly into a light, relaxed, almost trance state, truly at peace for perhaps the first time in my life.
Shari’s breathing slowed and deepened, telling me she was asleep again, and I smiled happily as I reflected on how much she’d turned my life around, in just a few days yanking me back from that edge I had been looking over and waiting for the right time to jump, and transforming me from a bitter, uncaring loner to someone who was, at last, more concerned about other people than himself. She’d saved me from myself, a cliche, I know, but true all the same.
I must have finally fallen asleep again, only waking up when my erection finally prodded me awake, the urge to wake Shari and explore some more fighting with the need to relieve a bladder that felt swollen beyond belief; the call of nature won, and I slid carefully out of bed and into the small bathroom in the main bedroom via the connecting door.
When I returned, Shari was awake, her eyes still blurred with sleep, but her smile sweet and welcoming.
“Come back to bed, Bobby, you’re lovely and warm, much better than a hot-water bottle, and I don’t want to get up just yet!” she grinned, and I smiled back, sliding in next to her. As I did, her arms wrapped around me, warm and inviting, warming me up from my brief exposure to the morning chill. Once again, she snuggled up against me, her lips soft on my neck and the base of my throat. I was still having trouble taking in what had happened; three days ago I’d never seen or heard of this girl, then all of a sudden she’s my sister, and now she’s my bed-mate, and it made no sense; but then, I didn’t care; she was frankly gorgeous, she was obviously into me, and she actually seemed to like me for myself, as though she could see or sense a part of me that made her feel I was worth her time and effort, a part of me that was still locked away from me.
While I was thinking about her, a detached part of me had been running its hands over her smooth, soft skin and revelling in the feel of her warm femininity, the rustle of her hair, the warmth of her breath, and the feel of her smooth stomach pressed against mine as she hugged me close. I could feel myself getting hard again, obviously she could as well, as she gave a little wriggle, rubbing her damp labia against me, her nipples stiffening as they poked into my bare chest like two little baby fingertips.
“Bobby…!” she murmured, and as I wrenched myself back to reality, her lips found mine, and we stayed that way for what felt like hours, her lips moving with mine as our tongues rubbed, fenced and tasted each other. As we kissed her hands began to work on me, just the touch of her fingers enough to draw me up to full mast, aching, pulsing with the need for her.
“Make love to me, baby, let me hold you this time!” she whispered.
She lay back and pulled me to her, her lips drawing me in, and before I knew it, I was kissing her while I squeezed and massaged her breasts, enjoying the feel of her nipples between my fingertips, and the way her hand squeezed and pumped me. With a little assistance from her, I managed to find and lightly rub her clitoris, feeling the little pearl grow and stiffen as I, somewhat hesitantly, frigged her, enjoying the little sounds she made as I did something she especially liked.
We kept on like this for a while, both of us exploring and learning what the other liked, until Shari let go of me and pulled me completely on top of her. As I did so, she opened her legs so I was lying between her thighs, our kiss unbroken. Instinct now took over, with me raising up on my elbows as Shari reached under to take hold of me and rub my sensitive head a few times against her wet gash, making me groan with the feel of her wetness and heat against my already overheated cock-head.
“Now, Bobby, please…!” she murmured, her eyes closed and her lovely rosebud lips parted as I slowly pushed forward, instinct again showing me what to do. Shari hissed in satisfaction as I slid into her, the sensation of her hot tightness surrounding me almost knocking me out as my brain tried to overload.
“That’s it Bobby, yesss, like that, ooohhh, yesss!” she breathed lifting up her hips as I slid back out then pushed into her again, instinct pushing and priming me, showing me what to do. The sensations I was getting were out of this world, plus the visual stimulus of Shari, her beautiful eyes fixed on me as she urged me on, her parted lips an incitement to kiss and taste, her breasts dancing as I thrust into her with ever-increasing force as my confidence in what I was doing grew. Added to this the feeling as Shari rhythmically clenched and relaxed her pussy as I thrust into her, alternately squeezing and releasing me, and I was fast approaching orgasm.
Shari could feel it too, and her thrusting against me became firmer, faster, her pussy tightening more and more around me, and her eyes shutting as she clamped her lip between her teeth. We continued like this, pumping together faster and faster, my head nearly exploding with all the new and wonderful things I was feeling, until at last I couldn’t take any more.
“Shari… I’m… Oh God!” I gasped as I came, spunk hosing out of me in what felt like an endless torrent, long pulses that went on and on. Shari screamed into my shoulder, her pussy clamping down tightly on me, causing me to ejaculate even more as I realised that she was orgasming too, that I’d made her come. We strained against each other as our mutual orgasms flared and peaked, then slowly died back, finally slumping down to lie together, drained, sweaty, but very, very happy!
Shari finally stirred, kissing the base of my throat and then reaching up to pull me down for a very hot, sexy, and invigorating kiss.
“Thank you, Bobby, that was incredible, that’s why I’m keeping you!” she smiled, stroking my hair as my hands once more explored and touched her, enjoying all over again the silky, satiny feel of her skin, her warmth, and the firm plumpness of her sexy little bottom, each cheek a perfect handful for me.
“Like those, don’t you!” she grinned, “All in good time, baby, all in good time!” a statement that puzzled me somewhat, meaning nothing to me just then, but I ignored it as I concentrated on fondling, squeezing and touching this beautiful, exotic, ivory-skinned goddess who’d decided to share my bed.
Shari was doing a little exploring of her own, her hands coming back to my cock and balls again and again, holding, gently rubbing, squeezing lightly, all the while kissing me.