NANNY FOR MENDES.

Hundred-seven

As soon as we step in our house, Shawn pins me against the wall and crashes his lips on mine.

I pull apart, and laugh. "At least close the door."

He slams the door shut, and gets back to me. He takes my face in his hands and claims my lips to his.
His hands slide down my body....he cups my ass.

He pulls me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist.

"I. Miss. You." Shawn says between kisses.

"Let's make out."

He nods, and takes us to our room. All along, his mouth not leaving mine.

Shawn leans his body down, over the bed, and puts me on it, gently.
The look in his eyes is dangerous. Mischievous.

"You look so sexy, right now, Mendes."

He leans down, and brushes his lips over mine.
"I love you, Soph. So damn much, it hurts."

His words make me groan.

He starts kissing my neck. And, bites.

"Are you trying to give me a hickey, Mendes?" I say, breathless.

"What if I am?" He challenges.

So he bites, hard.

"Ouch!"

He instantly gets off of me, and says gently, "are you okay? Did I bite too hard?"

I cup his face, "don't be too sensitive with me, Shawn. You can go hard with me."

He nods.

"Go on, Shawn." I urge him.

He nods again, and smirks.

I arch my back, take my shirt off, and say, "come here."

I take his face in my hands; I lick his lips, then kiss him, his tongue, welcoming, inviting mine.

Then, he trails kisses down my neck, my chest, my abdomen. He didn't touch my boobs.

I bury my hands in his hair.

His mouth is on the very bottom of my abdomen; almost at my waistband.

That's when—where—he retreats, and comes claim my mouth again.

"I. Love. You." I say, between kisses.

I arch my back, and adjust myself into a seating position. Shawn gets off of me and gives me a look of confusion, but before he has a chance to speak, I say, "sit with your back against the headboard."

He smiles mischievously, and does what I tell him. I, then, straddle him.

"You're driving me crazy." He says in this sexy voice.

"I know, daddy."

He groans, puts a hand over the back of my neck, and crushes his lips to mine. Hard. Tongues touching and teasing each other.

His other hand slides down my back, all the way down to my ass. He squeezes one buttock cheek so hard, it almost hurts.

He deepens our kiss, then, pulls back, tugging on my bottom lip with his teeth.

"I know I'm going hard, but if I don't, I'll go too far."

I nod, cupping his cheek. It's okay. You don't have to always be gentle."

He nods, then say, "let's eat."

"Eat me."

He glares at me. "Come on. Let's find something to eat in the kitchen."

I scowl, then say, "fine."

He rolls his eyes, but takes my hand, pushes me off of the bed, then walk us to the kitchen.

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We ended up ordering Chinese. I was too lazy and tired to cook.

Now, we're cuddling in bed, watching a movie on his computer: Fifty Shades Darker.

It's erotic as hell, and.... let's say that I'm thinking, about Shawn's and my sex life—our non-existent sex life.

I yawn, and my eyes get sleepy.

"Let's sleep."

"Okay." He turns off his computer and puts it on the ground, next to our bed.

"I finally get to sleep in your arms again." I say.

"Fuck yes."

We both lie down; I lean into him, and he wraps his arms around me.

"You don't wanna make out some more?"

"Again?"

"Yes, again, Shawn. It's very natural for couples to kiss and make out and have sex, too."

I know he's rolling his eyes.

"Until marriage, Soph."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"It's... private."

"Go ahead."

"Have you.... masturbated since the beginning of our relationship?"

"Oh..."

"You don't have to answer."

"Yes, I have."

"When was that exactly?"

"When I realized I had feelings for you."

"That was before we started dating."

"Yes."

Weird....

"And... have you ever... you know... masturbated... since Christina?"

"My sexual needs were the least thing I could care about back then. I started... getting them again when we met."

"Oh... so basically... you didn't have sex since Christina. And you wanna wait until marriage. How can you be so... patient? You're a man, Mendes. How can you... not have sex for—how long, now?—two years."

"Soph."

"And when was the last time you masturbated?"

"That one time when I realized I had feelings for you."

"What? Damn."

"I don't why you're under the impression that men can't live without sex. Believe me, they can."

"Shawn, we can have sex, I mean it. It's fine."

"Soph, last time we tried it, you reacted negatively. You stiffened. And you admitted you wanted to wait until marriage."

I nod.

"I'm not discussing this again with you, Soph."

I nod again.

"Let's sleep, Shawn. I'm tired."

"Let's sleep, babe."

I lift my head, and kiss him twice.

"Goodnight, handsome."

"Goodnight, beautiful."