Twists and Curves - A Sexy BWWM Interracial BBW Romance Novella from Steam Books (Romantica) (8 page)

...A feeling utterly obliterated by the way Shane was caressing her. Clearly he liked what he saw. He loved it. Again, Yolanda squirmed and gasped, feeling herself slipping away, though she did nothing to stop him, allowing him to undo her pants and slip his hand beneath her underwear, searching between the moist folds of skin to find the nub hidden there, at once coaxing it into full bloom, before abandoning it to slip a finger inside her.

“Oh my God…” she let out.  It was all breath, no voice, but it was still loud enough to be clearly audible over the rain.

She placed her hands on his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin and biting her lips to suppress her cries as she felt the pleasure build, gathering into a storm. She could not suppress them for long, though and she felt them spilling out, drowning out the sound of the rain, as he brought her closer and closer to the heights of pleasure, his finger moving faster in and out of her.

He was looking down at her, watching her intently, seemingly waiting for her to lose control, and she blushed. She wanted to tell him to stop watching her but before she could say a word, she felt the storm breaking inside of her and she simply closed her eyes as she allowed herself to be swept away, her whole body shaking from the force of her orgasm.

She couldn’t tell how long she was drifting on that tide of exquisite ecstasy but when she opened her eyes, she found him still looking at her, this time smiling.

She, too, felt the corners of her mouth curve up into a smile, which was the only thing she felt she could do. Then, when she had recovered some of her strength and caught her breath, she sat up, pushing him down on the hay.

It was her turn now.

As if he knew it, he simply lay still, allowing her to run her hands across his bare chest, grazing his nipples, and to trace the muscles of his taut abdomen before stopping at the waistband of his jeans. She glanced up at him before undoing the lone button there and then pulling the zipper down, revealing the grey boxers underneath.

She reached inside, feeling her breath catch when her fingers came in contact with his bare skin. He, too, gasped, and then grunted as she wrapped her fingers around his cock and brought it out of his boxers.

It was not yet completely erect and yet, she found herself impressed by it that she could not help but stare at it for a moment, this peach-colored piece of man, before kissing the tip reverently as she moved her fingers up and down. Then, she dipped the tip of her tongue onto the slit before licking under the crown and then all along the length of him down to the base, tracing every vein and making him fully hard.   

He wasn’t too large, she thought, closer to average perhaps, but she did not mind, wrapping her lips around the tip as she began to take him slowly inside her mouth. It was beautiful. He was beautiful. This man had opened himself up to her, completely secure with himself and his decision to be with her, gave her full access to the most private, most sensitive part of him, and entrusted her to handle it.

When she had managed to fit every inch, she swallowed around him, making him give another grunt. Then, she started moving her mouth up and down as she used her hand to cup his balls gently.

After a while, he tugged on her arm and at first, and she thought he was asking her to stop, which she wasn’t ready to just yet. Then she realized he was asking her to switch positions so that she was straddling him, and so she did.

She continued to suck him as he removed her pants, which took a bit of effort. Then, her underwear came off next and before she knew it, she felt his breath on the most delicate part of her, still sensitive from having just orgasmed minutes ago.

As if he knew it, he stroked her slowly, carefully, touching her with moistened fingers. Then, something else touched her – something more moist and warm and slippery.

His tongue.

As he licked her, she felt a shiver and she stopped sucking him, losing to the pleasure that was spreading through her own body. After a while, though, she regained her senses and determined not to lose – she hated losing, after all – she sucked him more vigorously, moving her head up and down faster.

By the way his pace had staggered, she could tell she was succeeding, though when his tongue entered her, she lost it again, her mind seemingly being wrapped in a haze of pleasure that was making her dizzy. Still, she continued, alternating between thorough licks and hard sucks, paying special attention to the tip every now and then.

In spite of her efforts, he didn’t let up and she was starting to think she was going to come twice before he came even once, when he finally stopped, gently pulling her away and pushing her down on the hay-covered ground.

He took off his pants and his boxers and knelt between her legs, then bent down to capture her lips in a tender kiss, shorter and not as fierce as the last but one that made her heart race just the same. When the kiss broke, he pressed his cheek against hers. 

Then, he whispered in her ear, “I love you, Yolanda.”

Before the words could even register completely in her haze-filled mind, before she could think of an answer, he pushed his hips forward, entering her.

She squeezed her eyes shut even as her lips parted to let out a silent scream. Then, she clung to him as she waited for the discomfort to pass, so that she could be left only with the feeling of him inside her, of their bodies connected in the most intimate of ways.

When it did, she opened her eyes, the love she felt from his gaze stealing what was left of her breath. As he moved in and out of her, she clung to him even tighter, a part of her never wanting to let go.

I love you too, Shane.

She wanted to tell him the words, to shout them, but all that came out of her mouth were whimpers and moans as he picked up his pace, reaching into the very depths of her and rubbing her in all the right spots, the friction making her feel as if they would both burn.

She moved her hands to the curve of his buttocks, urging him forward, deeper, harder, faster, until finally, she felt the storm sweeping her away a second time, this time so strong that she could not help but cry out his name, screaming it as she closed her eyes and allowed herself to drift off to the distant shores of ecstasy.

“Shane!”

Again, she could not tell how long she drifted about, feeling as if she had passed out, but when she lifted her heavy eyelids, he was still above her and vaguely, she felt him move in and out of her, managing a few more thrusts before he let out a loud groan as he filled her, burying himself deep inside her before collapsing on top of her.

She stroked his hair in the silence that ensued, punctuated only by their harsh breathing now that the rain had stopped. Then, he lifted himself to pull out of her and lay beside her, turning his head towards her as he reached for her hand.

“Do you still think we’re not right for each other?”

She didn’t answer immediately, wondering what was the right thing to say, to do. Should she still try to stay away from him even after discovering how much she loved him, how much they loved each other?

“No,” she answered, following the voice in her heart. “I’m sorry I said that. I guess I’m just scared.”

“Are you still scared?” he asked.

She shook her head. Strangely, all her fear had vanished and as they did, it was as if her mind had cleared, as if she could think straight for the first time, and she realized how wrong she had been to try to stay away from him. She had wanted to keep from getting hurt and yet she had been about to hurt him herself, perhaps more painfully than Roy could ever do.

She pressed his hand to her cheek. “I’m not scared anymore.”

“Good,” he said. “Because there’s nothing to be afraid of. I’m here. As long as we’re together, everything will be alright.”

~ ~ ~

They spent the rest of the afternoon happily, Yolanda feeling as if the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders. On the way home, she debated whether or not to tell Shane about Roy, just as Deana had suggested, until she finally decided that she would tell him the whole story when they reached his house, thinking it was best to be honest with each other. As soon as they got out of his car, however, Jill came to greet them with an expression of worry.

“What’s wrong?” Shane asked her.

“There’s a story on the news.”

“What story?” Yolanda asked, suddenly worried as well.

Jill glanced at Yolanda then turned back to look at Shane. “About you having an illegitimate child named Christina from California.”

At once, Yolanda gritted her teeth. So Roy did not waste time going after Shane, after all.

“Don’t worry about it,” she told Shane, holding his hand. “I know a lot of people in the media and we can just ask them to air your statement, let everyone know it’s not true and…” She stopped talking when she realized his expression was somber rather than angry. “Shane?”

He looked at her and spoke slowly. 

“It’s true, Yolanda.”

Chapter Six

“Shane McFiggins has confirmed that Christina Morales, a seven year-old girl from Milpitas, California, is indeed his child, having had a relationship with her mother, Isabelle Morales, in the past.”

Yolanda turned off the television, not wanting to watch the news any longer. She sat on the couch, sighing as she hugged a pillow to her chest.

How had her life turned out to be such a mess?

Just two weeks ago, she was a successful TV show host, a woman who was content with her job, and with her life for the most part, even though she did not have a boyfriend, having fun with her best friend, doing yoga, eating good food, sleeping soundly every night. Now, she had a crazy billionaire trying to get into her pants and ruin her life at the same time, a family in crisis and a man she loved who was currently in the middle of a large-scale controversy.

It was nothing short of a nightmare.

In the silence of the apartment, she heard the phone ring but didn’t pick it up. She wasn’t really in the mood to talk to anyone right now. Besides, she needed to think.

Think.

How could she get out of the mess she was in?

The way Yolanda saw it, she had two problems. One was Roy Carmichael and the other was Shane.

Until now, she had thought she couldn’t do anything about Roy Carmichael, that he was powerful and she was helpless against him. Now, however, she wondered if perhaps she had given up too easily. There had to be some way she could fight back against him. If she could, there was a chance she could make things right with her family so that they could go back to the peaceful life they had before he ruined it.

The controversy about Shane, however, and the crimp it caused in their budding relationship, was something that could not be undone. She just had to deal with it. The question was: How?

After Jill had told them the news, she had left Shane at his house, wanting to be alone because she suddenly felt confused and hurt. For that same reason, she had not answered any of his calls.

But was she right to be mad at him, to feel betrayed? True, he had had a child with another woman, but that had happened eight years ago, back when they didn’t even know each other existed. Could you betray someone you didn’t know?

Or maybe it was the fact that it seems that nobody knew about this child aside from the woman and himself. How long had he known? Was he ashamed? Did he try to get out of child support? Or was he just paying this woman and their child under the table as long as they kept quiet? 

Ugh, Yolanda thought, that just didn’t sound like the behavior of a real man who took responsibility for things. She never would have thought Shane would be the kind of guy that would do something like that. He was different. He was…

Yolanda stopped herself at the thought. He was white. That’s why this surprised her so much. She sat down and put her head in her hands, ashamed that she would be so prejudiced against her own race, that she would find this behavior typical of a black man but scandalous for a white man, and she felt that maybe she was being a little unfair to Shane, as well: eight years ago he was a younger man, and sometimes young men—young people—do stupid things they regret. Shane didn’t seem ashamed, he didn’t try to deny it at all. Maybe he and this woman just handled the situation the simplest way they knew how?

If not by the act itself, then perhaps she felt betrayed by the fact that he had not told her of his child, whose existence he was apparently aware of all along. Why hadn’t he told her?

Then again, they hadn’t really discussed personal issues or past relationships. Heck, she didn’t even know what his favorite childhood game was, or his first crush, or his favorite color, and he definitely didn’t know hers, nor did he know about Gil or all the other guys she’d dated. So didn’t that make them even?

She sighed. No matter how hard she thought about it, she knew she didn’t want to be mad at Shane, which was probably why she couldn’t find a real reason to.

She nodded, having made up her mind.

She would talk to Shane before she went to work tomorrow. He deserved that much, at least.

~ ~ ~

Yolanda was still eating breakfast the next day when she heard the doorbell ring.

“Who is it?” she asked.

“Not the delivery man,” came the reply.

Paling, Yolanda hurried to the door, stopping only for a moment before opening it to make sure she was presentable. “Shane?”

The moment she saw him, she felt her heart melt. By the looks of it, he hadn’t slept a wink and she was tempted to ask him to rest his head on her lap and sleep on her couch, but said nothing.

“I just want to talk,” he said. “Can I come in?”

Yolanda opened the door wider.

“By the way, these are for you.” He handed her the bouquet of flowers in his hand. “I wasn’t sure what flowers you like, but I thought these sunflowers could cheer you up.”

Briefly, she was reminded of the last time she got flowers but she accepted the bouquet graciously anyway, knowing that this time, they really were from Shane. 

“Thank you. They’re lovely.”