by Marilyn Lee
"Let's dance," he said and urged me to my feet.
Despite my best efforts not to surrender to my old feelings for him, walking hand in hand with him to the dance floor was more than nice. It felt almost magical.
When he stopped and drew me into his arms for the first time, a well of emotion and yearning overwhelmed me. Until I'd met and fallen in love with Don, I'd spent twelve long, lonely years fantasizing about such a moment with Darkwater without any expectation of those wild dreams ever becoming reality.
Now, when I least expected it and didn't want it to happen, it was. I struggled to suppress a shudder at the thought of suffering through a long, intimate dance with him when I had no intensions of allowing any further intimacy from him. But I'd worked myself up for nothing. During our two slow dances, he kept his hands above my waist and didn't grind against me.
In fact, he behaved so matter-of-factly that I'd almost convinced myself that I'd daydreamed that scene in his car. By the time we left the restaurant, I no longer felt tense. Back in his car, he asked about my job as a programmer. Of course, we weren't in the same league, but I was flattered that a man whose computer skills had made him a multi-millionaire even deigned to discuss programming with me. I relaxed further.
His casual manner lasted right up to the moment we stood inside my apartment saying good night. At least I thought we were saying good night. "Thanks. I had a nice time," I said and offered him my hand.
"So did I," he said but made no effort to shake hands.
"Well, good. I'm glad because I did too." Realizing I was in danger of babbling like an idiot, I shut up and waited for him to leave so I could breathe again.
"And now let's have an even nicer one, Sherlyn."
"What?"
He smiled. "There's that echo chamber going on again. When did you first realize you were losing your hearing and have you seen a doctor?"
On the verge of babbling what again, I pressed my lips together. Looking up into his dark gaze I found it impossible not to recall and relish those too delicious minutes in his car when he had taken complete possession of my pussy and my desire and made me come on his fingers.
Don't. Don't think of that sweet madness or you're going to be lost. I sucked in a quick breath and silently begged him, Leave now. Please. Go before you make me do something I don't want to do and take me to a place I no longer want to be.
Instead, he took my hand in his and drew me close to his big body and into a warm, close embrace.
Oh…God. I bit my lip and shook my head. "Darkwater—"
"Shh. I told you what was going to happen when I bought you home."
"There's a picture of Don in my bedroom," I said in an effort to derail his obvious desire. "On my nightstand."
He frowned. "There is?"
I nodded.
"I thought you said—"
"His picture is on my nightstand," I warned.
He inhaled slowly before shrugging. "Lucky Don. I hope he's not easily embarrassed at what he's going to see me do to you tonight." He brushed his lips against my cheek. "Or rather what we're going to do to each other."
"Darkwater…" When I looked up at him, he bent his head.
I closed my eyes and turned away from his lips. They brushed my cheek instead of my mouth.
"No, sweet. It's too late to stop what's going to happen," he said and slid the tip of his tongue along my ear lobe.
He might as well have sent a surge of electricity through me.
I shivered and blindly turned my mouth towards his.
"That's it," he whispered. "I need you to want this as much as I do."
No longer able to pretend that I didn't want him to fuck me, I slipped my arms around him and tilted my chin.
The moment his lips touched mine, I knew one of my wildest daydreams was about to come true. Still, afraid of getting hurt again, I briefly considered pushing him away but that just was not a viable option—not after years of yearning for the smallest sign of sexual interest from him. Now I had his attention and I finally admitted that I'd never wanted it more.
I knew the coming intimacy would mean nothing to him. I'd just be another in a long line of women eager to be his latest ho. I knew it and I didn't care. Because although I wanted him as much as I ever had, I was no longer in love with him. I didn't need or require him to pretend to feelings he didn't possess.
I was aroused and just wanted to live for the moment and have him fuck me until my knees buckled and all I could think about was making him come. The need driving me was strictly carnal. I wanted sex from him instead of something I suspected he was incapable of giving: at least to me—love.
Stay focus on getting the sexual satisfaction you need and nothing else and you'll come out of this night with a fuck to remember but with your heart unscathed. I burrowed close and kissed his firm, warm lips with a slow passion that was all the sweeter for having been so long denied.
As he deepened the kiss and thrust his tongue between my lips, I rocked my hips against his and moaned. "Darkwater…"
He slid his hands around my body to cup my ass and pull me tight against his groin.
None of my wildest fantasies had prepared me for what I felt at that moment. Lord what a wonderful sensation to feel the outline of his cock and to know it would soon be sliding inside me.
We continued kissing hungrily while grinding our lower bodies together in a sensual rhythmic tempo.
When I felt his cock stirring against me, I knew I was only moments away from having my sweetest fantasy fulfilled. Finally. He was going to be mine if only for a night.
I tore my lips from his and looked up at him as he opened his eyes. They were dark and filled with desire. For me. Yes!
"You should know that I'm almost at a point where stopping is going to be damned painful," he said in a deep brusque, lust-filled voice that sent a lovely feeling of anticipation through me.
"If you want me to stop, now's the time to speak or it's going to be too late," he warned.
Was he serious? Did I look like I might want him to stop? "If you try to stop now, I'll have to force myself on you," I said.
He laughed and hugged me close. "Thank God we're on the same page."
Feeling his cock against my body, I reached down to cup my hand over it. Lord I couldn't wait to have him inside me. "Are you prepared?" I asked. "Do you have a condom?"
He rocked his hips forward, pressing his cock against my hand while kissing my neck. "One isn't going to be enough. Thankfully, I have several of them," he said.
Oh, lord. The implication of that statement sent shockwaves of anticipation through me. You're about to win the lottery, girl. Let the fucking begin and continue all night long.
"Which way to your bedroom?"
I led the way, aware that he was close behind me.
What I wasn't aware of is the fact that he was disrobing as he followed me. When I turned in my bedroom to face him, he was pulling his undershirt over his head, having already removed his jacket, shirt, and tie.
He quickly kicked off his shoes, removed his socks and trousers and stood in front of me in his boxer briefs with the outline of his cock clearly visible along his thigh.
Oh…damn. Soon I'd feel his big, beautiful body pinning mine to the bed as he pushed his cock inside me. I trembled at the thought.
He caressed my cheek. "Your turn to undress," he said softly.
I tensed. He possessed the build of an athlete who had never allowed his body to go to pot. He was toned and sexy as hell with his long legs, tight ass, wide shoulders, to die for abs, impressive chest, and what appeared to be a nice size cock.
On the other hand, I'd always been thick and had a body far different from the model thin women he usually bedded. I was hesitant to disrobe in front of him until I remembered the admiration in his voice on discovering my breasts were my own.
"Shy?"
I nodded, even though I wasn't shy when I was sure of my lover.
"Then let me help you."
He stepped close and leaned down to whisper against my ear. "Just so you know, you don't have to compete with anyone else. I always love the one I'm with and I'm with you now. When I'm with you, I'm with you. You don't need to worry that I'll compare you unfavorably to any other woman, sweet."
"Don't I, Darkwater?"
"Why the hell do you keep calling me Darkwater like that?"
I frowned. "Like what?"
"In that cool, impersonal tone. My name is Thomas."
"I know but everyone calls you Darkwater."
"I'd prefer you to call me Thomas."
"Why?"
"It doesn't matter why. I prefer you to call me Thomas, Sherlyn."
"Fine. I've seen the women you date and bed, Thomas. We're not even in the same ballpark and—"
He pressed a finger against my lips to silence me. "Regardless of what you've seen or think you know about my preferences, know this: if I wanted anything other than what you have to offer, I wouldn't be here with you. I'd be with some other woman. Let the fact that I'm here with you and so eager to fuck you that my balls are full to the point of busting speak for itself.
"I have zero interest in being with any woman other than you tonight. You have my complete and undivided attention."
I don't know if I believed him but I loved that he took the time to try to reassure me before he started to undress me.
Staring down into my eyes, he unbuttoned my blouse with the ease of a man who had done it countless times before. Bending his head, he kissed my shoulders as he removed my blouse.
I highly valued a man who gave foreplay the proper attention it deserved.
Then he stood staring at my bra, as if unsure he wanted to remove it before finally unclasping it and pushing it down my arms and off my body.
My breasts are large and firm. I already knew he was pleased with them so I stood in front of him bare breasted and proud.
"Damn, girl. They're beautiful…absolutely exquisite."
I smiled, pleased.
He endeared himself to me further by cupping my breasts in his hands and touching and caressing them as if they were the best thing since the discovery of fire.
After spending several heavenly minutes kissing each mound and sucking my nipples, he quickly removed the rest of my clothes.
When I was nude, he stood kissing me, fondling my stomach, and fingering my slit before he stepped back to remove his boxer briefs.
When I saw his bare cock for the first time, I felt such a shock of need, my mind kicked into overdrive, warning my heart to stay out of what was about to happen. This is lust. Pure and Simple. Not love. Do not confuse or conflate the two.
After watching me stare at his cock for several moments, he smiled at me. "Do you want to stare or do you want to feel it?"
"I want to feel it inside me," I whispered, burning with need.
"That's where I want…no. That's where I need it to be tonight."
"Then come take what you want and need," I said.
He stepped close and took me into his arms again.
Oh, lord. How to describe that sweet moment when I felt his semi-erect cock pressing against my belly for the first time? Not that I had long to savor the moment. Realizing an opportunity to fulfill a hunger I'd never expected to be able to satisfy lay before me, I dropped to my knees in front of him.
He inhaled slowly but remained silent.
Looking up at him briefly to see his dark gaze appeared on fire with desire, I gripped his hips and rubbed my face and mouth against his genitals, before allowing my lips to flirt with the head of his shaft briefly.
"Sweet. Sweet. Don't tease me. Do it."
Hearing the need in his voice, I smiled. "Do what?"
"Wrap your soft lips around me. Taste me. Take me in your mouth. Tongue me. Suck me and make me come."
Encouraged, I licked the underside of his cock several times before gently nibbling at his big balls.
"Shit," he groaned as I parted my lips and sucked the head of his shaft into my mouth.
That first wonderful taste of his flesh met all my expectations. He was warm, moist, and thick. What more could a woman want? Settling down to feast on the sweet meat I'd spent so many years fantasizing about, I closed my eyes.
With my lids down, I allowed myself to pretend we were the only two people in the world. Twirling my tongue around the head of his shaft for several moments, I sucked him slowly and deeply with a level of enjoyment I felt down in my core. Feeling him lengthening and thickening against my tongue, I savored the hot, thick silken flesh moving in and out of my mouth.
As I felt the tension building in his body, I gripped the base of his shaft. Determined to give him the maximum pleasure possible, I slid my other hand around his body in search of his ass.
He accommodated my efforts by parting his legs further and guiding my hand down to his crack.
Finding my target, I pushed the tip of one finger against his protesting hole until it slipped between his nether cheeks and into his ass.
He groaned and shuddered.
Pleased by his response, I probed deeper into his tight anal passage and sucked his thick cock deep enough in my mouth to trigger my gag reflex. Then I sucked him deeper and harder all while fucking my finger in his tight ass.
"Holy, fucking shit!" He suddenly reached down and eased me backward until his shaft popped out of my mouth and I reluctantly eased my finger out of his ass.
Smiling up at him, I licked his pre-cum from my lips. "Delicious," I whispered, feeling wickedly uninhibited.
He inhaled and quickly reached for his wallet and rolled a condom over his cock. Taking my hand in his, he guided me across the room to the lone chair in the bedroom. Turning it around he bent me over it and then leaning over me, he cupped my breasts in his hands and slowly ground his cock against my ass.
I shuddered and reached back to grab at his body. "Oh…Thomas."
He nibbled at my ear. "Oh Thomas what?"
"Oh Thomas fuck me," I moaned. "Please."
"There's no need to say please. I want it too, sweet. You have no idea how much I want this." He slapped my ass and then parted my cheeks.
I tensed when I felt his cock head probing between my ass cheeks. "No. Not my ass."
"Why not? I didn't complain when you shoved your finger up my virgin hole without an ounce of lubrication."
"Virgin? Really?" I asked, intrigued.
"Of course virgin," he said. "I'm heterosexual and have never had the slightest interest in being anything else. So nothing other than your finger has ever been in my ass."
"So I was your first ass lover?"
"And my last," he said.
"Didn't you like it?"
"I'm not sure," he admitted after a silence. "I know I'm not interest in having any one else anywhere near my ass, but I'm not sure I disliked having your finger in it."
The admission touched me. "That's sweet, but doesn't change the fact that I want your cock far away from my ass."
He caressed my cheeks. "You have a big, beautiful ass made for fucking, sweet."
"No," I said. "No way."
"Do you dislike anal sex?"
Recalling my anal virginity was going to be my wedding gift to Don, I suppressed a surge of sadness. "I've never had it and I don't intent to have it tonight."
"Why not, sweet? I'll be gentle."
"No," I said again. "You won't because we're not having anal sex. I mean it."
"Relax, sweet." He kissed my nape. "Not to worry. While I'd love to one night have carnal knowledge of your beautiful ass, it's your sweet pussy I'm gunning for tonight," he said, bent his knees, and then greedily thrust his big cock up into me.
Holy fuck that first rough, lust-driven thrust felt good! Moaning and grinding my ass against his groin, I welcomed his deep penetration into my body.
It shamed me later when I looked back and recalled what I'd felt at that moment. Sex with Don had been good and his cock had been slightly longer and thicker. Oh, but Dar
kwater had been my first love. To feel my pussy so full of his cock finally had taken me to a sensually exquisite place I knew I'd never share with anyone else.
With just that one longed for blissful stroke, I was in heaven. The man I'd loved since I was a teenager had his hard cock buried deep within my pussy and my soul. As I struggled to ensure the penetration didn't include my heart, I admitted what I felt was beyond heaven. It was a paradise that only he could inspire.
When he withdrew all but the head of his shaft, I moaned in protest and greedily pushed my hips backward.
Pinching my nipples, he slowly slid in and out of me.
I loved how he rotated his hips when he pushed back inside me.
I reached back to place my hands over his ass so I could feel them tensing as he fucked me with a slow, deep precision that made every other fuck I'd ever enjoyed seem like an appetizer whose only purpose had been to prepare me and my pussy to luxuriate in the sheer sensual delight of being fucked by him.
And lord did he know how to fuck.
Sliding his hands down from my breasts to hold my hips, he shoved his cock as deep into my pussy as possible. Then he withdrew all but the thick head, making me nearly scream the place down when he slowly pushed back inside.
Then while I shuddered with need, he fucked me so hard and deep, I felt chills of lust and heat all over.
Almost wild with the need to come, I rocked my hips back at him eager to welcome his big, torpedoing length back deep into my drenched pussy. Not even with Don who I had dearly loved had sex ever been so wickedly good. Oh God. This was why I'd been born—to share these wonderful sensations with him. And only him.
He revved me up so far that I nearly lost my ability to reason. I just felt so damn good I wanted more. Even as my climax rushed at me with a dizzying speed and intensity, I wanted and needed more.
I was seconds away from dragging my pussy away from his cock long enough to rip off the condom and let him blast his cum inside me when my climax raged through me and shut down my ability to think.
Moaning with pleasure, I squeezed hard on his shaft and shuddered as the wildest orgasm of my life rushed over me, submerging me in a river of white-hot lust and satisfaction so intense, I felt as if I were drowning in sheer, unadulterated joy. Just too damn delicious.