Authors: Mercedes Keyes
"A mans gotta have at least a little say in his home, Sylvie." He whispered gently, using a voice that was guaranteed to sooth her, and it was working. She hated it, but he had a certain control over her body aside from whatever thoughts might be on her mind. Making things tougher, he began caressing her gently, touching her as if to sooth an unpredictable mare. Whispering little soft words over her as he touched her, "If I were any other way... than the way I am now... would you respect me? Hm?" He asked at her neck, his warm breath stirring her. "Would you look up to me Sylvie...hm?" He squeezed her shoulder and then went beneath the covers. "Or down your nose in disdain... were I any other way? Hm?" He kissed her neck and her head shifted just enough to show, he was gaining on her. She felt his hand on her thigh, pushing her top up her hip, his body slowly grinding up behind her so she could feel him nudging her, prodding... he was hard.
She closed her eyes hating it as heat and moisture gripped her, making her throb and swell with each touch of the dull head. Then there was his hands... the moment they touched her like this, some weird malfunction happened in her brain, scrambling all thought and reasoning. He was pushing her to her stomach, coaxing her to turn over, and she did as he moved her pillow aside so she could lay flat... her breathing growing deeper as he worked her night shirt up her back... kissing each new inch of exposed skin. He shifted and took her hem and lifted it up and off of her, pulling it free of her arms, leaving her with only her panties on as his hands touched her back, the tips of his fingers massaging, caressing, kissing. "You... you lady... you know what you do to me." He breathed in deep inhaling the scent of her as he kissed down her back, his tongue flicking into the column of her spine, his hand pushing now at her underwear as his mouth tasted further. "Sylvie..." His kissed and inhaled the scent of her clean skin, touching it with his tongue, "Sylvie... you're mine..." His voice filled with passion, pushing her underwear down to her knees, then catching them with his toes and pushing them the rest of the way off, leaving her splendidly naked and at his mercy.
"You're mine Sylvie... don't ever... forget that." He declared, massaging the cheeks of her butt, staring at the way her hips flared from her small waist, entranced by the brown round smooth perfection of her rear. Sylvia bit into her bottom lip as his caressed her skin, rubbing the cheeks of his face on the cheeks of her rump, tasting her skin there, and slowly, with no hurry... he worshipped her by kissing every inch of her round bottom, driving her insane as her breathing changed to small pants or passion. Slowly, unwilling to hurry, he moved further down and separated her thighs.
"Shawn..." She gasped grabbing the pillow beside her, pulling it back to her to grip and bite into as her mind turned to mush.
"What..."
She whimpered as she felt her thighs being moved wider apart, and the heat of his mouth was there, and then the first stab and flick of his tongue, "What Sylvie..." He asked again, hearing her gasp, her hips began squirming. "You know what I like about you... you're always... always... clean... and smell so good, I love the scent of you." His tongue probed and laved her until she thought she would lose her mind, he waited until she was on the brink and then leaned up and ordered, "Grab the ring... lub it... I need to be inside you." He instructed. She could barely catch her breath as she reached over to their bedside table, trying to ignore his fingers that were rubbing her moist wetness, caressing over her entrance as she opened the drawer and went toward the back of it. He came up over her back, kissing still, his middle fingers stroking her fires as she gyrated against them. He shifted, left off touching her to remove his briefs, kissing her back and rubbing his erection against her rear, then down against her wet clenching nether lips. She shook, trying to add lubricate to the ring he bought, finally, shaking she passed it to him, he slid it on and down his length to the base, then realigned his body, lowering himself, he entered her from behind.
"ACH! Oh - hell...oh... Shawn..." Sylvia shook her head, gasping from that first initial penetration of him, the size of him making her gasp every time.
"What..." He asked sliding himself in slowly, his eyes squeezing shut from the incredible sensation of her hot body sucking him in as she tightly gripped him. "Oh my god... you - feel - so good baby... you feel so good, oh yeah ... grip me, squeeze me... ah yeah... like that." He pulled up trying to coax her to her knees, Sylvia shifted her rear high for him so he could kneel behind her and enjoy himself. With her heart pounding she pushed up onto her elbows, biting her tongue not to make a sound from the pleasure, with him moving in and out so slow and practiced, touching her as well, it was a struggle to keep quiet, her gasps and pants could not be stifled. He was in the mood that night to have her as long as he could, changing positions and withdrawing to touch her and drive her crazy again until she was squirming and whimpering for relief only for him to put her on her side with one leg up as he slid in, for the first time in some time, going a bit unrestrained, the moment she made indication of discomfort, he checked himself, wanting only to please her. He drug it out as long as he dared, finally ending with him on top and her legs down straight to minimize the amount pumping into her because Shawn was caught up in that old vinegar stroke, his body glistening with sweat, his back arching, tensed as he forced his groans to remain low, his hips rolling forward against her and back. Sylvia grabbed the pillow shoving it into her mouth, biting down hard as her body lost control, snapped and exploded - coming so hard she cried out into the pillow as madness and nothing else gripped her making her convulse, trembling with shivers to hear Shawn follow her, grunting deep and long as he too came.
They were both blowing and gasping for air when he collapsed beside her, "You okay?" He asked.
She smiled and nodded, unable to speak, still throbbing and sensitive. He looked down at himself and sighed, "You know what sucks... that I gotta get up and wash this thing now that we're done... my legs feel like rubber." He whispered chuckling, speaking of the ring.
"Stay there, I'll be right back." Sylvia whispered, climbing out of the bed and then stumbled realizing she too was a bit wobbly and dizzy, they both laughed. "Shhh you... be right back." She called grinning. He laid on his back with his arm over his head, a moment later she came out with a warm, wet, soapy cloth, and another one to dry him. Walking over to his side of the bed, she surprised him by gently cleaning him up, using careful, caring cicular motions, her hand cupping his testies and soft length; the warm soapy towel with her caressing hand sent Shawn into blissful euphoria; all done she removed the ring as well.
"There... good as new."
"Aaah hell, you can do that all night... Godalmighty it must have been wonderful as a babe having your balls washed." Shawn groaned in bliss.
"Shawn!" Sylvia burst with laughter trying to cover her mouth not to laugh out loud.
"Please baby... wash'em again... I think you missed a spot... one more time... please? You can do that every time."
"I don't think so, I'm done washing your balls tonight. Be happy for that one treat." She grinned after drying him, and went back to the bathroom picking up her night shirt on the way. She was in there for about fifteen minutes and then came out with her night shirt back on, flicking off the bathroom light as she left it. She climbed back in bed with Shawn holding the covers open for her to climb in, he was still naked. He pulled her against him, hugging her close as if she were a life size teddy bear. "Sylvie?" He called her name sleepily.
"Yes Shawn." She answered and then yawned.
"I promise you, I'll be careful with it. Trust me please with this one."
She was quiet for sometime, he squeezed her again.
"Please..." He asked her again.
"Okay Shawn... okay."
"I love you Sylvie."
"I love you too Shawn... more than you'll ever know, please believe me that I do. I - I - can't live - without you Shawn... I can't live without you." Tears were rolling from her eyes when he grabbed her, squeezing her until she was breathless, kissing all over her face, that simple declaration gripped him so hard, he was kissing her mouth, tasting her tears. "Say it again Sylvie... say it just like that."
"I can't...live without you... I love you so much... I can't live without you." She sniffed and didn't care anymore because she knew it was true. Part of her fear was Jake, she hadn't told him and couldn't bring herself to. She felt ashamed of herself and guilty for it but she reasoned that they would be okay... no one would come between them. They settled down and was dozing off with Shawn's hand on her lower belly and suddenly his eyes popped open.
"Hey! We never got a call!" He realized.
"No we didn't." Sylvia realized too that her test must have come back normal and started grinning and snickering to keep quiet as Shawn went down her body to whisper, "Hey Lil'man! This is your dad talking... hang in there - it's only gonna be seven more months, and then we meet, I can't wait. And umm, you gotta excuse your ol'man tonight, I was feeling a bit randy, didn't mean to crowd you..."
Sylvia had both hands clamped tightly over her mouth laughing like crazy.
"...I'll try to keep the visits down, but if you see me coming... you better move your little ass over. Now... goodnight, get some sleep... so are we."
Sylvia was still laughing as he came back up top laughing as well.
"I should be ashamed of myself... I could'ah poke Lil'man's eye out." He lamented. Sylvia was out of control in a fit of giggles and laughter, "Sylvie that's not funny... Lil'man be laying in his crib with an eye patch on." She turned to her side laughing into the pillow, trying to keep quiet, Shawn was laughing too even though he was trying to make it out like it was just her. "Poor thing, I probably gave Lil'man his first piggy back ride."
"Don't say no more Shawn! Go to sleep... my po'baby... he probably gone have nightmares."
"That's okay, we'll let him sleep with us." He said.
"Oh no we not gone start that."
"Oh come on Sylvie please."
"No Shawn... in his crib."
"That's mean... hmph... we'll see." He muttered yawning, saying as he did, "We'll save that fight for another night... goodnight my wife."
"Goodnight... my husband."
Earlier that same night...
Gert and Shanna stood in the McPherson farmhouse dinning-room wrapping gifts for Shawn and Sylvia's wedding, with Shanna discussing the idea that Shawn wished for her to move onto his property so that she would be better protected.
"Well, where you live my daughter is up to you. I'm glad you put your foot down with him and now at least its better than him going off half cocked looking for him."
"I'm just glad for that. I don't know momma, I look at Shawn now, the way he is, and the way he used to be when we was growing up - I don't understand it, why is he like that? He always seems to be ... I don't know, tense, braced, on the edge."
Gert sighed thinking about that, about her children, especially her sons. Had she known way back when, what she knew now, the two may have turned out differently, Shawn and Jake. From the time of Jake being ten years old, he'd set out to irritate Shawn, harassing him every opportunity that was available until Shawn grew fed up, chased him down, wrestled him to the ground and pinned him, locking him into a painful position that made Jake finally cry out, promising to leave him alone. She stood there before Shanna almost in a trance as her mind replayed images of her young Shawn. Seeing him as he had been then, she pinpointed the change in him as taking place somewhere around 11 to 12 years old. She had always figured that he might have peaked early into puberty, but now, she wasn't so sure. While Bart had indeed put a great deal on him, he at least seemed carefree up to those years.
"What are you thinking momma?"
"Ooooh, things. Things I suppose its too late to worry about now." She muttered low, again reflecting back so many years in her life, before she and Bart married and then after. Their relationship had been precarious, very rocky in the beginning, mirroring that time period back in the 60's.
"You know Shanna... my son has known nothing - but turmoil, back even to his early days in the womb." Gert said out of the thoughtful stillness, speaking about Shawn.
"You were just 16 when you had Shawn... my goodness momma."
"I know, that first year of his life, I was a lousy mother to him. Always taking off and leaving him with my momma and Ruthie." She thought about that time, looking up at her daughter, there was so much of her life her children knew nothing about... not even her daughters, some things she was proud of, some things not.
Shanna looked up realizing her mother was about to reveal something. That was rare. Her parents had a certain rule about sharing matters between them with their children. They just never did, and although her mother had always been open, funny and giving to them, the peace keeper, trying to do right by everyone, there was still quite a bit of mystery to her. Shanna waited giving her mother her full attention, she didn't have to wait long, she could see that Gert needed to talk.
"As you know, when your daddy and I started out, he'd been drafted into the army already, they plucked him clean out of high school. The Kennedy's were all the talk and their was a buzz about us getting involved in the Vietnam war, another one of America's nightmares. As for me, Martin Luther King was my passion, I wanted to be everywhere he was, and stand at every place he spoke... oh Shanna... he was something to hear, something to see. He - was one of the reasons I was determined that my children would always have a choice of marrying who they wanted. During that time period, I was so wild and unrestrained. All I cared about was being apart of that. Resenting your daddy the same time I thought I loved him. I wanted to save him you see, I wanted him to be apart of the movement. Where having mixed babies was the thing, you know... I wanted one too - just didn't turn out that way for me. Anyway, Bart had a struggle with that in the early days, he was divided. He always thought like should be with like."