by Marilyn Lee
“That he’ll come around and forgive me.”
“Oh, God, I hope not.”
She stared at him and laughed. And then felt tears filling her eyes and spilling down her cheeks.
He touched her hand. Then put his arm around her.
She turned her face against his shoulder. “What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I do the right?”
“What are you doing that’s wrong?”
She lifted her face to meet his gaze. “I confessed, but I didn’t apologize.”
He whipped her cheeks. “Why not?”
“Because I’m not sorry. Still, he was ready to forgive me until I told him I still...”
“You still what?”
“Wanted you.”
“Wanted?”
“Want,” she admitted.
He blew out a breath and closed his eyes, resting his forehead against hers. “Please divorce him. Then neither one of us will have to feel guilty.”
“I thought you didn’t feel any guilt worth mentioning.”
“You dated Braden for years. You met my father. You know my mother. You know the values our parents instilled in us. Of course I feel guilty.”
“So do I.” She pulled away from him. “Maybe that’s why I still don’t want a divorce.”
“But you need one—for all our sakes.”
“When I woke, I found he’d sent me a long email. He asked me to join him in Japan.”
“Oh, fuck. Are you going to?”
“No. I’m going to do what he suggested I do if I didn’t join him immediately.”
“And that is?”
“Get you out of my system. And when he comes home, I’m going to devote myself entirely to him.”
“And you expect me to do what when you want to devote yourself entirely to him?”
“I’m selfish and greedy. I want it all. For my marriage to him to survive—after we spend the next five weeks together. Can we do that?”
“On one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“No condoms.”
She shook her head. Although she suspected she was pregnant, she didn’t know for sure. So the prudent thing was to behave as if she weren’t. “Do you have any idea what my being pregnant by you would do to him?”
“He called you a slut. You expect me to care about his damned feelings? I would gladly stomp the breath out of him if I thought I could get away with it and that you would forgive me.”
“I wouldn’t. So please don’t say that. Despite what you, Braden, and all my friends think, he’s a good man.”
“So?” He stepped close and put his arms around her. “Haven’t you heard? Good guys finish last. Me? I’m a not so good guy and I’m going to do my best not to finish last.”
She slipped her arms around his neck. “But you are going to use a damn condom.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Then I’ll have no reason not to take the next flight to Japan.”
He released her. “Let’s discuss it later. I have dinner reservations at six and tickets for a show at eight. Interested?”
“Yes, but you are going to use condoms.”
He shrugged. “We’ll see what happens later tonight.”
“You’re assuming that I’m not going to kick your ass to the curb.”
“Yeah,” he laughed. “I am kind of assuming that.”
“Wait. How did you get tickets? Were you planning to take one of your...friends with benefits?”
“No. I have some very influential clients. One of my clients got the tickets for me at the last minute.”
“Okay. Then we have a date. Oh, damn. What am I going to wear?”
“Whatever you wear, you’ll take my breath away—as you always do.”
She kissed him quickly and then rubbed her cheek against his before leaving the kitchen.
He followed her into the foyer and caught her hand near the entrance door. “We have time to go shopping. Let me buy you a new outfit.”
“I’m perfectly capable of buying my own clothes.”
He narrowed his gaze.
She sighed. “Okay. Go ahead. Say it.”
“Say what?”
“That I allowed Braden to buy me...lots of things.”
“Now that you mention it, I seem to recall him buying you countless pieces of jewelry and at least three vehicles. All of which you accepted.”
“I thought he was going to be my husband.”
“I’d love to be your husband. So let’s go shopping.”
“Maybe another time. I’ll find something to wear.” She turned to face him, leaning against the wall by the door. “I know what I should do. Why can’t I do it? Why can’t I be a decent person and a good wife to Hank?”
He sighed, caressing her cheek. “Because you married the wrong man.”
She shrugged. “I married the only one who proposed.”
“Braden would have proposed. I know he would have because he loved you so much. Hell, he still loves you. I think you know that. And I damn sure would have proposed had I thought you were over each other and ready to fall in love again.”
“I hate what he must think of me, but even more, I hate what you think of me. Married to Hank and sleeping with you.”
He bent his head and brushed his lips against her cheek and ear. “I think you’re an honorable woman married to the wrong man.” His hands cupped her breasts. “And staying with him for the wrong reasons. Leave him and marry me for the right one. Love.”
She caught her breath and pressed her hands against his on her breasts. “Oh, Elkhorn. Do you know what I want and need right now?”
He lifted his head to look down at her. “Me inside you right here and right now?”
“Yes. You wouldn’t happen to have a condom? Would you?”
“I do,” he whispered and kissed her with a slow, insistent heat that seemed to singe the taste of his mouth onto hers and start a flame shimmering deep in the pit of her belly.
They kissed and caressed each other until she was damp and he erect. Then they undressed in the hall, he slipped on a condom and bent her over the table. The foyer was soon filled with the sounds of their moans and the aroma of sex as they fucked to a quick but satisfying climax.
After they’d both come, he leaned over, cupped his hands over her breasts, and rained sweet, hot kisses against her neck and shoulders.
With him still inside her, she shuddered and reach back to grip his hips. “Damn, your cock is good,” she whispered. “So big and hard and so damn fucking good.”
“If it is, it’s made better by the sweetest and most addictive pussy in the world.”
She turned her head and he scorched her lips with several hot kisses.
When he finally eased out of her and discarded the condom, she turned and bent to kiss his shaft. “Damn Elkhorn. How can one dick give such exquisite pleasure?”
He urged her to her feet and cupped his hand between her legs. “That’s how I feel about your pussy. But not just your pussy. You. The whole person. The only woman in the world worth having and loving.”
She linked her arms around his neck. “You know what I want now?”
“More dick?”
She nodded and reached down to caress him. “Yes. Let’s go upstairs. I’m going to suck you back to attention and then I need you back where you belong and will always be welcomed, deep inside my pussy.”
He licked her lips. “What do you mean your pussy?”
“My bad. Did I say my pussy? I meant your pussy. Take me to bed and fuck me senseless.”
“I’d rather fuck the shit out of you,” he said, caressing her ass.
She inhaled slowly, drawing away to look up at him. “I don’t think I can take you up my ass.”
“Of course you can. You took Braden.”
“You’re bigger and harder than he was.”
“Not so you’d notice.”
She palmed him. “Trust me. I’m not going to deny that Braden is an exqu
isite lover, but as I might have mentioned before, you and this sugar dick of yours are in a league of your own. My ass is going to notice the difference—just as my pussy does.”
He kissed her. “I want your ass, Kania. Now. Today.”
“And if I say no?”
“You’re not going to. Are you?”
“No,” she admitted. “I’m not.”
“I’ll be gentle.”
“No you won’t. Once you get it up my ass, you’ll be pounding away like there’s no tomorrow.”
“Okay. I’ll be as gentle as I can—given the situation.”
“And what situation is that?”
“That I adore the hell out of you and would surrender years off my life for the chance to fuck your ass.”
“I don’t want you to surrender a single damn second off your life.”
“Great.” He picked up their clothes and put his arm around her waist. “Then let’s go upstairs and introduce my dick to your beautiful ass.”
She spent nearly twenty minutes in the bathroom before returning to the bedroom.
There were condoms and lube on the nightstand. He turned from the window to smile at her. “I was beginning to think you were lost in there.”
Her cheeks burned. “I was just trying to...” she waved a hand at her bottom. “You know...”
He nodded and crossed the room to take her in his arms.
She closed her eyes and leaned into him, reaching between their bodies to close her fingers around his shaft. As they kissed, she pumped him. When she felt him stirring against her fingers, she tore her mouth from his and knelt in front of him.
She stared at his shaft for several moments before lifting her head to look up at him. “This is the most prefect cock in the world.”
He touched her hair. “Show him.”
Smiling, she took him between her hands and licked and kissed the big head while caressing and massaging his balls. Then, closing her eyes, she drew him between her lips and into her mouth. Lord, what a cock: big, warm, and delicious.
She was thankful that as she sucked and pumped him, he refrained from grabbing her head and fucking himself down her throat. It would take some time and effort before she could deep-throat him. But she loved the taste and texture of his girth in her mouth. When he was erect, she sat back on her hunches, and reached for the condom.
With his cock covered, he drew her to her feet, and spent several sweet moments kissing and finger fucking her. When her pussy flooded, he led her to the bed, where he’d propped up several pillows. “On our knees or on your belly?” He asked.
She imaged herself lying on her stomach. In that position, she doubted his ability to resist the temptation of fucking her senseless. “Knees.”
“Are you sure you wouldn’t like to lay on your stomach so...”
“So what? You can really get up into my ass?”
He laughed and slapped her cheeks. “Let’s face it, love of my life, either way I’m going to get as far up your ass as you’ll let me. But no further.”
“Knees,” she insisted, got on the bed, and knelt.
He joined her, leaning down to kiss her neck and shoulders while massaging her nether cheeks. Then, he reached for the lube. “Part your those beautiful mounds for me.”
Sucking in an excited breath, she reached back to part herself for him.
Then he leaned over her again, and gently inserted a lubed finger inside her while whispering to her. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world...the only woman for me. I need and adore you.”
She smiled, enjoying the sensation of his finger probing her neither channel. Then he added a second finger and eased it in and out of her. “Okay?”
She nodded, suddenly eager to feel his cock invading her rear. She knew it would be uncomfortable, but she wanted to please him. And show him, without her having to say the actual words, how she felt about him.
He spent several moments more probing her ass while fingering her pussy. Then he rubbed the head of his shaft against her cheeks and eased his fingers out. “Now release your ass and bent over so I can get inside.”
She moistened her lips and went down on all fours with her ass on full display.
He kissed each cheek before pressing between them. “Here I come, cher.”
“Come on, handsome,” she encouraged.
He rubbed the head of his cock against her before slowly easing it in. With the head fully inside her, he paused and licked and kissed her neck and shoulders. “Ready for more?”
“No,” she said, smiling.
“Good,” he said and eased more of himself into her anal passage.
“Oh...fuck. This is going to hurt.”
He stopped. “Do you want me to pull out?”
“No. I wouldn’t stop you for a million bucks. My ass, like my pussy, is yours to plunger.”
Still he hesitated. “Will you forgive me if it hurts a little?”
“It’s going to hurt more than a little, but I want it anyway. I want you just where you are. Take your ass. Enjoy it. Make it shake and burn. Brand it as your personal property.”
He groaned, gripped her hips, and spent several moments easing part of his shaft in and out of her. Giving her time to get used to having a big cock in her ass.
The first tentative forays were pleasant, but when he started to fuck her, she felt herself being stretched over his girth. Lord, she felt so full. Uncomfortably so, and yet she relished each stroke, knowing she was giving him pleasure.
Still on all fours, she bit her lip and kept her eyes closed as he pushed in deeper. And then faster. Soon, her ass was on fire, and her pussy flooded. Just when she wanted to ask him to slow down, he slid his hands around her waist, and drove her down onto the pillows on her stomach. Oh. Fuck.
Sliding his body on top of her prone one, he drilled her.
Oh. Lord. She bit deeper into her lip as he cock thrust wildly in and out her ass. Then he endeared himself to her, by reaching a hand down to find her pussy and clit. The jolts of pleasure his fingers bought made the delicious assault on her ass more bearable.
Lost in a world were pleasure and discomfort battled each other, she reached back to part her ass cheeks, granting him deeper access. The sounds of his groans in her ear pleased her.
Just as she was sure he was close to coming, she pushed against his stomach. “Raven! Stop. Please.”
He was so loss in the fuck she had to repeat her plea several times before he suddenly froze. “What?”
“Stop. Please.”
With his cock buried to the nuts in her burning ass, he shuddered. “Oh, God, Kania. I’m almost there. How can you do this to me?”
“Stop and pull out please.”
“I’ll be gentler,” he promised.
“Pull out, Elkhorn. Now.”
After what felt like an eternity when she feared he’d refuse, he eased out of her.
She immediately maneuvered onto her back, tore his condom off, and gripping his hips, thrust hers upward, impaling her pussy on his shaft. “Come inside me,” she encouraged.
Instead of obeying, he pushed her back onto her back and eased his cock out.
She opened her eyes and stared up at him. “What’s wrong? I thought you wanted to come in me.”
“I do. You know I do, but are you sure? You know I couldn’t bare it if you got pregnant and aborted my baby.”
“I’d never abort anyone’s baby. Especially yours.” She trust herself back onto his cock, and wrapped her legs around his. “Fuck me and come inside me. Pump it in deep. Fill me with your seed.”
He groaned, crushed her body under his and fucked her with a mad fury that had them both gasping and coming within seconds.
Lord. What bliss.
When he stopped coming, he lay between her legs, kissing her neck. “Oh, fuck! What are you doing to me?”
She smiled, stroking her fingers through his hair. “If I’m not mistaken, they call it fucking.”
He laughed and then
kissed her breathless. “You’re the only woman in the world for me and it’s called making love.”
And she couldn’t image ever being satisfied having anyone else’s cock inside her again. This was the cock. And he was the man. Period. Full stop.
Later, lying on her side with him spooning her, she sighed with pleasure. “Can you do something for me?”
“Name it.”
“Can you teach Hank how to fuck like you do?”
To her surprise, he made a growling sound and rolled away from her.
She turned to face him. “Hey! I was joking.”
“You have bad taste in jokes, Kania.” He slipped out of bed.
“It was a joke, Elkhorn. Where are you going?”
He slipped on his briefs. “I’m going to exercise. You stay there and enjoy your tasteless jokes. While you do, ask yourself how amused you’d be if I asked you to teach another woman how to pleasure me.”
“Hey—”
“Save it!” He stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Damn. She took a shower and waited an hour before she went downstairs.
She found him lying on a chaise lounge, his skin glistening with water. “I’m sorry,” she said, slipping into the seat beside him.
He nodded without looking at her.
“Raven—”
“Fine! You’re sorry. Apology accepted. Now can we move on?”
She expected him to pull away when she reached out to touch his arm.
He turned to look at her instead. “You have to understand that I’m not just a big dick. I have feelings that you can and do hurt, Kania.”
“Raven—”
“This isn’t just difficult for you. I wasn’t raised to sleep with another man’s wife. How the fuck do you think I’d explain this to my mother? She’d think she and my dad failed if she knew what I was doing. Why the fuck won’t you do right by all three of us and divorce his ass already?”
She swallowed several times before she let her hand drop. “I told you why. I—”
He rose suddenly. “I don’t give a fuck what you told me. I’ve sick of hearing how concerned you are for his damned feelings. Have you given mine any consideration? You think it’s easy for me sleeping with you when I know you’d rather be with him? Or worse? With Braden?”
She stared up at him. “No! I wouldn’t rather be with Braden.”