He palmed my breast as if testing the weight, his callused hand gentle
as his thumb traced back and forth across the pebbled hardness of my 
nipple. I closed my eyes and felt the erotic tug of my taut flesh being 
surrounded by the heated warmth of his mouth, crying out at the flash 
of intense heat that pooled in my belly then spread with hot warmth 
through my limbs. 

My senses spun and I gripped his shoulders for balance when he paid
equal attention to my other breast. Time slipped away, as did the long 
lonely days since I'd last experienced anything as remotely beautiful 
as Shane making love to me. Only Shane existed, and the unselfish 
sharing of their bodies for the sole purpose of experiencing pure, 
exquisite pleasure. 

A moan erupted from somewhere deep inside me at the welcome intrusion.
He stroked me, lovingly, gently, bringing me to the brink of pleasure 
with little effort. It'd been so long since I'd made love, the tension 
built inside me, hard, fast. I came almost instantly in a wild, primal 
rush, my back arching off the bed as I flew apart in his arms. 

Clinging to him, I cried out from the pleasure, my body convulsing hotly
around his hand. 

I slided my hands into his hair and guided his mouth back to mine for a
long, hard, deep kiss. With the tips of his fingers, he skimmed over my 
rib cage; slowly inching his way toward where I wanted, needed him to 
touch me the most. 

As if he were opening a treasured gift, he gently parted my legs, then
slid his fingers through my curls, down to my hot, wet center. Open and 
vulnerable, I silently offered him my trust as he slowly eased his 
finger into my moist heat. 

With one trust he was inside and I arched back to let him all the way
in. I closed my eyes and wrapping my legs around his began moving with 
him. In a way it wasn't exactly about Shane and me having a 
relationship, I guess I'm just scared of commitment in a relationship. 
Especially where Shane is concerned, if I put too much hope into this 
thing we had going, somehow I knew it wouldn't last and might even end 
up with us having brutal verbal words with each other. That's not 
exactly what I wanted in a relationship, so I decided to tell right 
after tonight... 

Even before I opened my eyes the next morning I knew he wasn't beside
me. Every muscle in my body cried out, stretching to its limit. After 
what we had done yesterday night, I don't think I was even in the mood 
to get out of bed. My body was tensed from last night and each turn or 
twist ended up in getting a small wince out of me. 

He was by the window; his whole body covered the sun from view and left
the room partly dark. His form looked very outlandishinly intimidating 
and fearful. His figure was still and calm and after a few minutes he 
turned my way and I closed my eyes. I wasn't looking forward to facing 
him this morning as yesterday was a bit too raw and wild for a meeting 
today. 

Throughout the night we'd made love not once did he put up the
possibility of us slowing down. he'd pulled and suckled on my breast, 
tugging and biting on it. I'd pulled on his head harder at each bite 
and he in turn bit each nipple. 

i hungered for him and wanted him inside me. "relax." he said "we're
getting there." 

After a few teasing he pushed my legs aside and settled in between me.
with a hard thrust he was inside. my legs wrapped around his hips and 
our breathing entwined with the rythm our love making was making. 

A few times I insisted we stop, but with each joining he would grow
rougher (not that I'm complaining!). After each climax he'd go towards 
building another. And just when I thought we were done, he pulled me on 
top of him, driving me to do the work. I moaned that I was too weak but 
I after a few pushes I could feel that unmistakeable feeling coming 
through. I fell on top of him after that and was on the verge of 
falling asleep when he decided he wanted another round with me on top 
again. 

All that sex had giving me an inner prospective of what to expect from
Shane. I had shamelessly giving into him again and again and didn't 
mind one bit. Except for the fact that now all my muscles were sore and 
I didn't feel like facing him this morning. Not with the way I cried 
wantonly throughout the night!! 

"I know you're awake." He said settling into the bed with me. 

I looked at him with an eye open, grinned and turned towards the wall.
His hands went up and down my thigh which was sticking out from the 
sheets. 

"I look horrible." I said 

"Doesn't everyone when they get out of bed? Besides you weren't
expecting to have your whole self intact this morning, not after last 
night." He said then drew me in for a kiss. 

I struggled to get out of bed and untangling myself from the sheets,
went to the mirror. My whole hair was in disarray and my face looked 
like a scarlet slut! "Shane! I look like a hooker!" 

He laughed and stood up and went to me. "If you'd just kept still last
night, you won't have been like this, this morning." 

"Easy for you to say, you weren't the one with a load of 240 pounds on
you body!" I said then turned to look at him "anyway I've to go. My 
aunt would want me to help her in the store." I kissed him, then headed 
for the bathroom. My body was truly soaked by the time he got in. "hey! 
Do I know you." I cried. 

"Not as much as I want you to." He answered. I giggled and splashed
water on him. We played a while in the bathroom then went to serious 
business. He pulled me up against the wall, and with my legs wrapped 
around him, bracing myself against it. With one slow thrust he was 
inside, and it felt just right and permanent with him inside me. 

The whole day was spent either making love or eating and then making
love. We went from the kitchen to the parlour to his bedroom and back 
to the storage room. Before we'd start our lovemaking, he'd take my 
pussy in his mouth and start flicking round it. teasing me and amking 
my head spin. 

i screamed at him to fuck me with his dick. which after a while he did.
he was the best lover i'd eva had (though he's the only lover i've eva 
had). i knew i couldn't jsut let this thing go. at the back of my head 
i knew we were made for each other! 

Just after mid day, I'd called my aunt to tell her where I was and shane
assured her that he'd bring me back, he brought up the subject, the one 
I'd been dreading for hours now. 

"what's gonna happen between us now?" he asked in between kisses. 

"nothing has to happen." I said. Me and my realistic nature, I wondered
why I couldn't live for the moment. But then again this is shane I'm 
talking about. He looked at me intensely. "I know you're scared. We can 
take this slow if you want." 

"When you go..." 

"You can come to, you know. Apply for a school there or something." He
butted in quick. 

"what about my aunt?" I wasn't ready to give in. 

"she wouldn't mind, I know she's been wanting to get you out of the PJ's
for a while. This would be a good enough excuse..." The clamness was 
undeniable inevitable. I was going... 

it's dedicated to all my fans who wrote to me, encouraging me to bring
out keisha III. so i just wanna say "one love."