by Marilyn Lee
"And what did you want, Sherlyn?"
"A tiny waist, a pretty face…"
"And?" He prodded.
I knew what he wanted to hear and I wasn't averse to saying it. "They had you and at the time, I wanted you," I admitted.
"At the time? And now?"
"And now I'm older and no longer in love with you."
He inhaled slowly before speaking. "I'm currently between lovers. And just so you know, I don't date skinny blondes exclusively."
"I've never seen you with any woman who wasn't skinny and blonde."
"That doesn't mean that's all I date. It just means it's all you've ever seen me date. You have to admit, we haven't seen much of each other for the last few years. I've dated many women who weren't blonde or thin."
I stared at him, surprised. "You have?"
"I have."
"But you prefer skinny blondes. Don't you?"
He shrugged. "I've dated a lot of them, but have never fallen in love with one."
I wasn't sure what to make of the turn the conversation had taken.
"I have no desire to talk about other women. You have my exclusive attention now." He slid his hand down to caress my pussy. "Since neither of us is seeing anyone special, there's no reason why we can't do this again and again. Is there?"
"None what so ever," I whispered and rolled onto my back, and parted my legs. I rubbed my pussy with one hand and brushed the fingers of the other along his groin.
"I like the way you think," he said and slipped between my thighs.
Feeling his warm shaft pressed along my slit, I stroked my hands down his back to his tight ass. How long would I be able to enjoy the sheer magic of this delicious intimacy with him? "You're already hard."
"I've been thinking of diving back into your pussy from the moment I woke up an hour earlier."
"You've been thinking and playing with yourself for an hour?"
"It was either that or dive bomb your pussy as you slept."
"Not that the need will arise, but for future reference, I don't like men who think they can take me while I'm asleep."
"The need will arise and for your future reference, I take what I want when I want it, girl. If I decide I want it badly enough, that would include your pussy."
I supposed I should have argued the point with him but I had other things on my mind—like the cock pressed against my body. And sometimes there was just nothing wrong with letting the man in your life have the last word even when he was wrong.
"You must be nice and hard by now."
"Rock hard. Want to test how hard I am?"
Damn right I did. Recalling the sheer madness of our conduct the previous night, I forced myself to be sensible before I surrendered to desire. "Do you have a condom?"
He brushed his warm lips against mine. "I have one left."
Thank God. I parted my lips and pressed a quick, warm kiss against his mouth.
"Want to use it?" he asked.
"Yes, oh yes, Thomas," I said, rubbing my pussy against him.
"Are you sure?"
I frowned. "Of course I'm sure."
"You don't sound totally sure and if you're not, we could live for the moment and go gloriously raw for real," he suggested, pressing the big pulsing head of his shaft at my entrance.
I tensed, longing to moan yes and welcome his bare shaft inside me.
He took advantage of my moment of weakness and pushed his cock into me.
I gasped.
Pressing his weight down on me, he pinned me to the mattress. Then, kissing my neck and shoulders, he gently moved his shaft slowly in and out of me. "I want to fuck you just like this, sweet girl."
"No," I moaned.
"Yes and when we both come, it will be inside your pussy. That would make a perfect start to the day following an almost perfect night."
My stomach muscles clenched and I swear I felt as if my entire body was on fire. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me raw. Do it. Take me as if my pussy is your exclusive property. I pressed my hands against his shoulders. "I know I behaved like a complete nut last night but that's not happening today."
"Why not? Last night was almost perfect. Or don't you agree?"
I did but I wasn't going to admit it to him and give him ammunition to use against me and commonsense. "I've never had to live in fear after sex because I don't have it unless I'm as protected as possible. Last night notwithstanding, I do not have unprotected sex," I said in a warning voice.
He sighed. "Neither do I, but damn I ache to drill you raw."
Once upon a time when I was in love with him, I would have happily allowed that. But now this was all about deliciously safe sex. "Last night's madness was as close as you're going to come to that." I shoved against his shoulders. "Pull out of me, cover that sweet dick of yours and come give me a good morning fuck."
He cupped his hands over my hips and gave me another few thrusts of sheer bliss in the form of his bare shaft sliding ever so deliciously in and out of me. "Are you sure we can't go gloriously raw?"
"I'm positive, Darkwater."
"I need your pussy just like this."
"No. You want it but you can't have it. Now pull out."
"I could change your mind."
I shook my head and gave him a resolute stare. "No you couldn't."
"You tempt me to prove I can."
"I'm not going to change my mind. If you refuse to pull out a second longer I'm going to view your refusal in a very bad light."
"What the hell does that mean?"
"I'd feel as if you'd be forcing yourself on me."
He stiffened, stilled his cock, and stared down at me. "You think I'd rape you? That is what you mean by force. Isn't it?"
"No. That was a bad choice of words."
He sighed. "Good. I need you to know I'd never willingly do anything to hurt you."
"I won't feel as if I'd been raped, but that doesn't change the fact that I want you to pull out. If you don't, I won't forgive you or forget your lack of respect for my feelings and wishes. I shouldn't have to ask you more than once. Now please pull out before we're both beyond commonsense."
"If you insist."
"I do." But only because I had to.
"Far be it from me to deny you anything you really want, Sherlyn."
What a joke. He'd been doing just that for years. "Pull out."
He eased out of me.
I sighed with a combination of relief and regret.
He lay still beside me for what felt like an hour.
I lay with my hands clenched into fists at my sides, disappointed and hurt that he was apparently a man who had to have his way or else.
He sighed before finally reaching for the condom that rested on the nightstand. He handed it to me.
My hands trembled. After tearing it open, I kissed his cock and balls before rolling on the condom.
"Satisfied now?"
"I'll be satisfied when you stop talking and start fucking," I said annoyed by the irritation I heard in his voice.
He erupted into laughter. "Damn I had no idea you were so…"
"So what?" I asked cautiously.
"So damned sexy. You might not think you're pretty or attractive—"
"Do you think I'm either of those things, Thomas?"
"Maybe not in the traditional sense, but you're sensually beautiful."
"Finally. You've noticed," I said, using amusement to conceal how much his words touched me.
He laughed. "I would tell you I noticed long before now but I don't feel like arguing the point with you. Just know that long after most women's physical beauty has faded, your sensual beauty will be just as potent then as it is now…and just as irresistible."
Damn did he know how to make a nice recovery or what? "Oh, Thomas."
"Oh, sweet girl." He kissed my breasts and then slowly pushed his lovely big cock into my pussy.
I shivered. "Oh…"
"Damn," he groaned. "Your pussy feels so good…you feel good."
I tingled all over in anticipation of another wonderful fuck. "So does your cock."
He ground his hips against mine, allowing me to feel every wonderful inch of his shaft. "At the moment, it's your dick, sweet girl. All yours."
Although I generally object to being called girl, he made sweet girl sound like a cherished endearment. I smiled up at him. "Then give it all to me every hard, thick inch."
He pushed in deeper. "Like this, sweet girl?"
Oh. Fuck. "Yes. Just like that, Thomas. Oh…Thomas. Oh,…Yes. I love having you so deep inside me."
"And I love being inside you. So we're on the same page." He paused to kiss me before lifting his head to look down at me. "Let's stay on it for as long as possible."
Of course, that was his roundabout way of telling me what I already knew—this wouldn't last. "What do you mean?"
"You don't think I'm going to be satisfied with last night's and this morning's fuck, do you?"
"Aren't you?" I whispered in a bemused voice.
"No," he eased his shaft out and then slowly pushed back into me. "My cock is on fire for you. And so am I. Damn, girl, you make me burn like no other woman ever has."
"Really?"
"I've never needed to lie to get what I want. Yes, Sherlyn, really. I'm burning for you."
"Then let me put your fire out, handsome boy." Cupping my palms over his face, I urged his head down so I could taste his warm lips and grant him free access to my mouth.
He accepted the invitation, kissing me with a deep enjoyment and fucking me with slow, wonderful strokes that made my back arch and my toes curl.
Granted I'd only had a few lovers but I had a hard time believing any other man could feel as right and wonderful inside me as he did. I squeezed my vaginal muscles around him with a greedy hunger.
Oh God, he felt so good inside me. How was I ever going to give this and him up?
You will because you'll have to. He won't give you any choice. This is great but it's still just sex. Don't lose your grip on reality again. Despite what he says, you know this will not last. Although the part of the old me who had loved him so deeply and desperately for so long ached at the reality of the situation, I had to face facts.
Even as he fucked me to another blistering climax, I knew at some point in the not too distant future he'd revert to type and want a skinny ass, silicone filled blonde in his bed. But until then or until I fell for someone else I was going to continue enjoying living for the moment with him and hope to God this sweet madness ended before he shattered my heart again.
After we'd both come, he removed the condom, positioned us both on our sides, spooned me, and slowly pushed his bare cock back inside me.
Oh God! I shuddered and struggled not to wiggle my hips or tighten my vaginal muscles or do anything that would encourage him to fuck me raw. Even though I'd never wanted anything more.
No matter how much you want it, you have to stop the madness of having him inside you without a condom.
He placed a hand on my belly and brushed his lips against my ear. "At this rate, you're going to wear me the fuck out," he said, sounding amused but satisfied.
I smiled. "I know the feeling. I need a quick nap."
"So nap."
"After you pull out of my pussy."
He sighed with contentment and touched my clit. "There's the rub, sweet girl. What makes you think this is still your pussy and not mine?"
How I wish he really wanted that. "Pull out, Darkwater."
"Calling me Darkwater at a time like this isn't very helpful."
"Thomas. Pull out, Thomas. Please."
He kissed my neck. "I've already given you my word that I won't fuck you raw. And I won't unless we both agree that's what we want. Unless you're going to make an issue of it, I'm going to continue enjoying lying inside you like this after sex. Damn, girl, this feels almost as good as fucking you."
I should have made an issue and insisted he pull out of me immediately because he was probably leaking cum inside me. It would serve the thoughtless bastard right if something went wrong and I ended up pregnant.
Still, after that bit of sweet nonsense what could I do except let him have his way? I closed my eyes and slumped back against him. I drifted to sleep with his cock still inside me.
Chapter Five
Sherlyn
When Darkwater woke me later with a warm kiss, he was fully dressed. His hair was damp.
He looked ready to say goodbye and go. Damn. I guess he'd finally had enough. Unfortunately, I hadn't.
He sat on the side of the bed and placed a tray on my nightstand. "'Morning."
"'Morning," I said, feeling shy.
"Hungry?"
For food and for more of him. I nodded, reaching down to pull the sheet tangled at my feet up to cover my naked body.
Although he narrowed his gaze, he said nothing.
My nostrils twitched. "Something smells delicious."
"Yes, it does but I doubt you'll want to eat your own pussy." He smiled and caressed my cheek. "That's my job, sweet girl."
With those five simple words, he brightened my day considerably. "Lord what a one track mind you have."
"I'm a hungry man too long denied what I wanted."
I looked at him. I was almost beginning to believe he actually had been interested in at least a sexual relationship with me at some point in the past. "How long have you wanted it?"
"It?"
"Okay. How long have you wanted me?"
"Long enough for it to be very uncomfortable."
"How long is that?" Remembering Don's questions after they'd met, I decided to probe further. "Did you feel this way while I was engaged to Don?"
After a noticeable pause, he nodded.
So Don had been right all along. "I don't understand. If you felt that way while I was engaged, why didn't you do something about it after Don's death?" Like comfort me when I needed it most? And then tell me how you felt when my grief had dulled?
"I told you my reasons."
Yes, but I hadn't believed them.
Almost as if he'd read my mind, he shook his head. "I didn't want to hurt you."
Meaning he'd only wanted then what he wanted now—meaningless sex. He was right. Although I was prepared to accept that now, before Don, it would have shattered me. I sighed and leaned back against the headboard. "I honestly never thought I'd be the object of your desire on that one track mind of yours."
He shrugged, rose and walked over to the window to look out.
Not sure what to make of his silence or the ambivalence I felt, I tucked the sheet under my arms and behind my back before lifting the tray onto my lap. He'd scrambled eggs and made toast and coffee.
As I ate, I stared at his back. What was he thinking? What was he feeling? Did he regret last night? Was he now looking for a graceful way out without actually looking like he was? I sighed. I should probably count myself lucky that I hadn't awakened to find him long gone and a dear Sherlyn note on my pillow.
He hadn't managed to stay single for so long by hanging around being touchy feely after he'd gotten what he wanted. God knows I'd given him everything he wanted except full-fledged raw sex. If he'd pushed me long and hard enough, I might have given him that as well.
He suddenly turned and caught me staring at him.
I met his gaze, my thoughts on the joys of happily bouncing up and down on him. Lord I could get use to starting the morning with a pussy full of his cock. Too bad it wasn't in his game plan.
"What are you thinking, Sherlyn?"
"Nothing much," I lied.
He crossed the room to sit on the side of the bed. "Would you like to know what I'm thinking?"
"Yes." I nodded and then frowned. "At least I think I do."
He touched my cheek. "I think I'd like to start my mornings off fucking you for some time to come," he said in a matter of fact voice that I found a little unsettling.
Yes, I know it was all about sex but I didn't want him to make me feel l
ike his latest ho of the month by constantly talking about fucking and never making love.
"Would that prospect interest you?"
"I'm not going to live with you, Thomas."
He arched a brow. "I don't recall asking you to, Sherlyn."
I blushed.
He shook his head. "Don't misunderstand me. We can spend as many nights together as we want without living together. If you're interested, I can stay here some nights. Other nights you can stay with me. On still other nights, we can sleep separately in our own beds."
The thought of spending the night at his house excited me.
"Are you interested in extending last night indefinitely?" he asked.
If I'd had half a working brain cell left, I would have said no. However, I had no way of knowing what lay ahead for either of us. All I knew at the time was that I wasn't ready for the sweetest fantasy of my life to end.
"Yes? No?" he asked when I didn't respond immediately.
I bit my lip. Neither of our hearts was involved but the sex was white hot. I still wanted to sleep with him. I would be okay as long as I didn't deceive myself into thinking we were forging a lasting or even a real relationship. That morning and the previous night had been strictly about sex. I was at a point in my life where I could accept that.
He was never going to love me and I no longer loved him. But God knew I wanted the freedom of fucking him a couple hundred more times before he tired of me.
"Sherlyn? Do you need time to think about it? Shall I leave you alone and call you later?"
I shook my head. "No."
He stiffened. "No? Are you sure?"
I might later regret not being satisfied with last night's bliss, but I'd worry about that when and if that happened. "I'm very sure."
"You are? Damn."
"Yes. I am."
He rose. "Then I won't take up any more of your time."
I stared up at him frowning until I realized he must have misunderstood me. I reached out to catch his hand in mine as he started to turn away. "I meant no. Wait! Yes. Oh, hell. When I said no, I meant I didn't need any time to think about it. I meant yes I'm not ready for this to end."
His shoulders relaxed and he smiled and sat back down on the side of the bed. "I'm very relieved to hear that."
I frowned. Had he been unsure of himself or of my answer? I decided to test my theory. "I'm interested as long as…"
