by Marilyn Lee
She stared up at him, begging with her eyes for him to take her to bed and love her.
He kissed her again, licking and biting gently at her bottom lip. "I'll see you in the morning."
Alone in the middle room, she stared at her reflection in the vanity mirror. She had the same green eyes and auburn hair that men found so fascinating on Karen. The same dimple in her right cheek. Damon had spent the last six weeks wining and dining Karen and falling under her spell. She had a single weekend to get to know him. She hated to admit it, but she'd counted on sex making it easier for her to tell him the truth. Now she'd have to find another way.
She stripped down to her panties and bra, and climbed into bed. She laid there for a long time, relishing the memory of Damon's kisses, taunted by the notion that he was so close and yet out of her reach. After the pleasure they'd given each other earlier, she'd been so sure that the night would find them tasting the ultimate delight together.
Early the next morning, she turned on the percolator, set the table in the kitchen, filled two cups with coffee, and tapped on Damon's bedroom door.
"Come in."
Going into the bedroom of a man that she didn't know was not something she'd done before. But then before yesterday, she'd never let a strange man give her oral sex. Besides, she had to make the most of all her opportunities.
Her eyes were immediately drawn to the big bed. He had broad, muscular shoulders and a big chest covered by a mass of fine, dark hair. He looked so sexy that she felt her stomach muscles tightening. There was a sheet drawn up to his waist hiding the rest of his body. But she knew the delights the sheet covered and she couldn't take her eyes off him.
He smiled. "Coffee?" When she nodded, he patted the bed. "Come share it with me."
"I…I don't think…I should…"
"Probably not." He sounded amused. "Come anyway. I won't bite you…well, not much."
Now was the time to stop this madness before it got completely out of hand. She'd desperately wanted to sleep with him the night before. For reasons of his own, he'd ignored her blatant invitation. So no real harm had been done. Yet. She only had to put the cup down and walk out. Instead, she sat on the side of the bed and gave him the cup. "It's black, no sugar."
"Thank you." After sipping for a moment, he set the cup down. "That was nice, but it only served to whet my appetite for other things." His voice was soft, suggestive.
"Oh," she said weakly. "What…other things?"
"I seem to remember you mentioning a delightful treasure called Damon's Pussy." He brushed the back of his fingers against her cheek. "We discussed introducing it to my cock. You still interested?"
A flash of heat warmed her face, but she didn't look away. She nodded silently.
He trailed a finger along her slightly parted lips. "Are you sure? I want you to be sure."
Even contemplating sleeping with him was beyond insane. Nevertheless, she'd never been surer of anything. She nodded again.
He took the untouched cup from her trembling fingers and gently drew her onto the bed. "I'll be gentle." He spoke against her open mouth as he stretched out on the bed, taking her with him.
She kicked the sheet away and sucked in her breath. The only thing under the sheet was his hard, beautiful body. She allowed herself several moments to stare at the object of her fantasies, his cock rising fully erect from his dark pubic hair. Not only was it a very nice size, but it had a big head and was thick. God, but she was in for a treat.
She closed both hands around him. "Oh Damon! I-I…I want you."
"I'm all yours, sweetheart," he whispered in a deep, husky voice.
She wanted to make quick, passionate love, but he had other ideas. He rained sweet, hot, hungry kisses against her mouth, her neck, her breasts, her stomach, before finally burying his mouth and face between her thighs.
His tongue, fingers, and teeth invoked intense, almost unbearably luscious sensations all throughout her body. Her heart thumped, the breath caught in her throat, and her pussy gushed as she came and came.
He cupped her butt in his hands, lifted her hips against his mouth and eagerly sucked at the juices flowing from her satisfied cunt. Stunned by the force of her response to him, she moaned and clutched his head between her legs. He kept kissing and stroking her until she fell back against the bed, gasping for breath.
He lay with his face pressed against her stomach, gently stroking her thighs, while her heartbeat returned to normal. Only then did he lay on top of her, pushing her legs apart to make room for him. She felt his cock throbbing, hard and warm at the entrance of her drenched channel and her heart began to beat a new tattoo of desire against her chest.
He kissed her, the scent of her on his lips. He rubbed the head of his cock against the length of her vagina, starting a fire raging in the pit of her stomach. "Are you ready to be introduced?" he asked softly.
"Yes." She slipped her arms around his neck. "Oh yes, please!"
Kneeling on his knees, he began to push into her. She'd never had a lover as big or as thick as him. She moaned, feeling her tunnel stretching to accommodate him. With just the head of his cock resting in her, he paused and looked down at her. "Are you all right?"
She nodded, lifting her hips to urge him on. He kissed her gently, rested more of his weight on her, and pushed against her. This time he didn't stop until his entire cock was buried deep inside her. She sucked in short, gasping breaths through her mouth.
He lifted his head and stared down at her. "Am I hurting you? Do you want me to pull out some?"
She'd never felt so full before. It did hurt a little, but good lord, it was a nice hurt. "No."
"Are you sure?" He brushed his lips against her neck. "I don't need to be all the way in you."
She ran her fingers through the short hair beginning to silver at his temples. "Don't you want to be all the way inside me?"
"God, yes!" He moved his hips gently against her, sending a thrill from her stuffed pussy to her toes. "But not if it's uncomfortable for you. I want you to enjoy this too."
She had the sweetest cock she'd ever had in her. How could she not enjoy it? She reached out and drew him down to her until his chest lay against her breasts. "Oh, I intend to enjoy every inch of your delicious cock. Now please—stop talking and make love to me."
He kissed her again, this time his mouth hard and demanding. He withdrew from the warmth of her clinging body, and then shoved his hips forward, sinking all the way back into her. Shuddering on the verge of another climax, she surrendered completely to him, holding nothing of herself back, giving him full and complete access of her pussy and her heart.
The touch of his lips, the thrill of his hands caressing her, the rhythmic thrusts of cock in and out of her pussy took her to a level of pleasure she'd never felt or expected. She lost track of how many times she came around him before he finally bit into the side of her neck as he shuddered and climaxed.
While she lay in his arms marveling at how satisfied she was, he began to kiss and caress her again. This time they made love even more slowly, but just as satisfyingly.
Afterwards, she pressed herself in his arms and fell asleep with his whispered words of endearment in her ear.
* * * * *
"Hey, are you planning to sleep all day?"
Sighing contentedly, Kelly opened her eyes.
Damon stood over her with a tray. He had shaved and was dressed in a pair of shorts and a pullover. "Hungry?"
She sat up slowly, holding the sheet against her bare, rather sore breasts. She'd have to get used to having them sucked again. Not that any man had ever seemed to find that half as delightful as Damon had.
She smiled at him. "Starving."
He put the tray on the night table and sat on the bed. "No wonder. It's nearly eleven." He leaned over and kissed her. "I thought I'd go for a walk on the beach. Join me?"
She nodded happily. "Give me half an hour." She sniffed the tray. "It smells good."
"It's my s
pecialty, a spicy egg and sausage omelet." He kissed her again several times, slowly and warmly, before getting to his feet. "I'd better wait for you outside. Otherwise I'll be joining you in bed again."
She grinned at him. "Now there's an idea I like, cowboy."
His eyes darkened. "Don't tempt me." He pressed a warm, lingering kiss against her mouth before leaving her alone in the room.
They went to Atlantic City that night. Over dinner she found him watching her with a weary look on his face. "What's wrong? Is my nose shiny or something?" Or had she somehow given herself away?
He shook his head slowly. "No. I'm just wondering why you have to settle for a weekend with a man thirteen years your senior."
She relaxed and met his gaze. "I consider being here with you a privilege, Damon, not settling. Besides, I know lots of women who'd love to be in my shoes." Not to mention filled with that luscious cock of his.
"Do you?" She felt his shoe gently touch hers under the table. "These are the only shoes I'm interested in."
Later that night she lay alone, hoping he'd come to her. He didn't and they spent their last night together in separate beds. She punched a fist in her pillow and turned her face in the resulting dent. What was with the man anyway? One moment he couldn't get enough of her, and the next he was quite content to leave her at the bedroom door with a series of warm, but restrained kisses.
It wasn't until she was back in the center-city Philadelphia apartment that she had shared with Karen that the reality of what she'd done hit her. She'd let Damon make love to her, thinking she was Karen. It was only a matter of time before he went to Karen's studio and found out the truth.
Then what would he think of her? How could she expect him to believe that she'd fallen in love with him the moment he kissed her, when she could hardly believe it herself?
She came home Monday night to find a dozen red roses waiting with the doorman of her apartment building. The card said simply, "Thanks for a delightful weekend. Hope to see you soon. Damon."
Why hadn't she been honest with him? If he liked Karen, why shouldn't he like her? She wasn't as outgoing or as witty as Karen, but she had her moments. And there was no question that she had pleased him in bed. So why hadn't he asked her out again? During the six weeks he and Karen had dated, he'd taken her out at least four times a week.
She desperately wanted to see him again, but it would be crazy to do so while pretending to be Karen. Nevertheless when the phone rang while she was in the shower that night, she thought it was Damon. Grabbing a towel, she rushed to snatch the phone off the cradle. "Hello!"
"Hi, Kel!"
She wrapped the towel around herself and sat down on the bed. "Kai! How is everything? Are you happy?" she asked anxiously. She'd begged Karen to get to know Mike again before taking such a big step. She was a fine one to talk about impetuousness. She and Kai were obviously more alike than she'd ever admitted.
"Yes. Oh yes, Kel. Don't worry. Everything's just great." She sighed happily. "Mike's still fantastic! It's like we haven't been apart for the last four years. The chemistry's still there. And oh, Kel, he has the most fantastic cock in the world!"
She raised a brow. She found it difficult to believe Mike was a better lover than Damon. Not that she could admit that. "Oh."
Karen spoke after a short pause. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"Well, aren't you going to reproach me for talking about cock and sex?"
Not when she'd thought of very little but Damon's cock since she’d met him. "No. If you say Mike's the best lover in the world, who am I to disagree?"
Karen laughed. "Oh Kel. Life is better than good. It's great!"
She smiled. "I'm so happy for you, Kai. I was so worried."
"I know Kel, but you didn't need to be. I know you think it was foolish to elope with Mike after a four year separation, but Kel, sometimes you just know something is right. And when I saw him again…I just knew. Can you understand?"
Oh boy could she understand. She nodded. "Yes. And I'm so happy for you, Kai."
"Listen, we're getting ready to go to dinner, but I wanted to talk to you about Damon first."
She bit her lip. "Damon? What about him?"
"Well, Mike said it wasn't fair for me to ask you to tell Damon about us. He insisted that I tell Damon myself when we get back."
There was her opening to ask Karen if she and Damon had been lovers and to tell her about the weekend she'd spent with him. But she couldn't. Not over the phone. "Oh," she said weakly.
"I'm glad I caught you before you went to see him. I know how much you were dreading it. By the way, where have you been? I've been trying to call you all weekend between love sessions with my adorable husband."
"I-I've been on the go…" She bit her lip again. There was no reason or need to lie to Karen. Damon wasn't the first of Karen's castoffs that she'd coveted. He was just the only one that really mattered—and the only one she’d done anything about.
"It's about time. I hope you enjoyed yourself."
"I did." She silently prayed that Karen wouldn't ask her anything else that would lead to yet another lie.
"Well, I have to run. I just wanted to take the load off. Love you!"
"Love you," she echoed and hung up.
* * * * *
She was on her second cup of coffee when Damon called the next morning. "Listen, I know it's short notice, but I was hoping you'd have dinner with me tonight."
All her good intentions and common sense flew out the window. She'd be sensible some other time. "I'd like that."
"Great. I'll pick you up at work at say five-thirty?"
She fought back panic. "Oh, no! No. I'll…I'll need to change first. Uh, pick me up at home at six-thirty?"
"Fine. I'll see you later, sweetheart."
Sweetheart. She held the phone against her breasts after he'd hung up. If only she really were his sweetheart instead of Karen.
They had dinner at an Italian restaurant, then went to a club to dance. With her cheek pressed against his shoulder, and his lips in her hair, it was all she could do not to lift her head and blurt out the truth. He'd know soon enough when Karen came home. Until then she planned to enjoy every precious moment with him.
"Would you like to come in?" she asked when he took her home.
He cupped her face in his hands. "I'd love to, but I have an early morning conference tomorrow. I'll need all my wits about me." He bent his head and gently touched his lips to hers. "So I will reluctantly say goodnight."
He seemed so tender. Maybe he would understand if she told him the truth now. She caught his hand as he turned away. "Damon?"
"Yes?"
"I…uh…I'm…not…"
He smiled down at her. "What is it, sweetheart? Is there something you want to tell me?"
She hesitated. It was almost as if he knew, but he couldn't. She'd been too careful. If she confessed and he spurned her, she'd have cut short their time together needlessly. "No. There's nothing to tell. I just enjoyed tonight, and being with you."
He hugged her and she felt the unmistakable bulge of his hardening cock. "The feeling is mutual, sweetheart."
She reached between their bodies to palm him. "Are you sure you don't want to come in for a while?"
He responded by tightening his arms around her and deliberately rubbing his groin against hers. She shuddered and clung to him, lifting her parted lips to his.
He kissed her, his tongue slipping inside her mouth in search of hers. The bulge between his legs got bigger and harder and her heart thumped in anticipation. She groaned in protest when he suddenly drew away from her.
"Damon?"
He shook his head. "Don't tempt me beyond my endure, sweetheart." He brushed his mouth against her cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow night?"
She rubbed her cheek against his chest. "Yes."
A week later as they sat through the intermission of a Broadway play, he asked her to spend a long weekend with him in the Poconos. She quickl
y agreed.
"Do you see any reason for separate bedrooms?"
She had begun to think he didn't want to make love to her again. Now she was pleased that he did. Not that it stopped her from being annoyed at his no frills way of asking her to sleep with him.
Of course, after the shameless way she'd behaved, it was ridiculous to expect him to treat her like a shy virgin. Still…
"No. No reason."
He studied her face for a moment, then reached over and stroked her cheek. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. That came out all wrong. I want—I need to make love to you again, but I didn't mean to be crude."
She was the one who had been crude, always thinking in terms of his cock and her pussy. She pressed her face against his hand. "I want it too, Damon."
He gently tipped her chin up until he could gaze down into her eyes. "If we both feel the same way, there's no need to be shy with me. Although I have to admit your shyness is just one of the many reasons I find you so deliciously irresistible."
Deliciously irresistible? She blinked at him. No man had ever described her that way. Probably none had ever thought of her that way. Knowing he felt that way about her was a thrill. She sighed. But then he didn't really feel that way about her. He thought she was Karen. "Oh cowboy. If only you did."
"I do. I just told you that I do." He lifted her hands to his lips. "Are you sure there isn't something you need to tell me? I promise to listen to anything you have to say."
She wanted to tell him, but how long would his patience last when he learned the truth? He'd despise her. She pulled her hands away and shook her head. "No. There's nothing to tell."
They spent their weekend in the Poconos horseback riding, playing tennis, swimming, and taking long walks. She enjoyed doing all those things with him almost as much as she enjoyed making love with him and waking up beside him in the morning.
One night he rented a double sleeping bag and they spent the night on a mountain trail. Lying on her back with Damon deep inside her and the stars overhead added an extra spark to the lovemaking. Her climax was so intense, it left her totally breathless and lethargic. But he had a ravenous sexual appetite that night. After allowing her to rest for a few moments, he pulled out of her, gently rolled her onto her side, got behind her, lifted her leg, and pressed his big, still hard cock slowly into her already satisfied pussy.
