by Marilyn Lee
“Food can wait. You don’t think I’m going to get my jollies and leave you without yours, do you?”
She cast a quick glance at his briefs. He was not aroused now. But that was okay. She didn’t have the energy or nerve to get him hot again. Besides, she wanted him to know she had no problem pleasing him sexually without asking or expecting anything in return–yet.
“Let’s eat first. We have the entire night ahead of us.”
He shook his head, drawing her back into his arms. “It’s not my style to leave my partner unfulfilled.”
She placed her hands against his shoulders and gazed up into his eyes. “I want to enjoy the anticipation of what will happen when we go to bed, Jefferson. As I chew each piece of meat, I want to contemplate how wonderful I’ll feel lying under you, full of the most delicious piece of meat I’ve ever had the pleasure to taste.”
“Oh, holy hell, Sharde! You’re making me horny all over again.” He tightened his arms around her. She felt his cock stirring against her.
Smiling, she kissed his chest and pulled out of his arms. “Steak, anyone?”
He smacked her ass. “I’d rather have some pussy!’
And she’d rather give him some. She moistened her lips. “Steak now, pussy later.”
He sighed. “Okay. Have it your way. Steak now and pussy... lots of it... later.”
The muscles in her stomach tightened painfully. “Yes,” she whispered, blushing again. “Lots of it.”
He reached for his socks and jeans.
With one last look at his body she headed to the kitchen. Ten minutes later, she felt a draft.
She turned to see him at the cabin door. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going out to the shed to bring in enough wood for the rest of the night and tomorrow morning. I’m thinking we’re not going to want to stir once we start fucking.”
Thoughts of a night spent in his arms made her hot all over. The heat in her face seemed to spread to her entire body.
He studied her face. “Does my use of the word fucking offend you? Is it too crude?”
“No,” she admitted. “I... love the thought that you want to fuck me.”
“Then why are you blushing?”
“Just because I love it doesn’t mean I’m used to it.”
“So you’re used to men who dress it up?”
“Yes, but I prefer it raw and real with you, Jeff.”
“Raw and real coming up, honey.”
She nodded, her heart thumping in her chest.
Smiling, he left the cabin.
Half an hour later, they sat across from each other at the small table in the kitchen pushing their steak and potatoes around on their plates. She had a glass of red wine while he had a beer.
“How do you want to handle this?” he asked.
“Handle what?”
He set his beer can down and reached across the table to hold her hand. “Our sleeping together will complicate our working together.”
So he’d abandoned raw and real already? Not a good sign. She swallowed hard. He also sounded as if he regretted allowing her to suck him earlier. “What do you mean?”
He sighed. “Actually, I’ve been thinking our having sex would be a bad thing, Sharde.”
She fought back panic. Just when she was soaring, thinking they were halfway to an intimate relationship, he snatched her back down to earth. She tightened her lips. Hell would freeze over before she allowed him to get out of fucking her senseless at least once that weekend.
She made an effort to keep her voice steady as she spoke. “There’s nothing to handle. We can enjoy each other while we’re here. When we leave... we leave just as we arrived ... as colleagues and friends.”
“And you could deal with that?”
Like she had a choice? She pushed her plate away and walked around the small table to stand in front of him. When he looked up, she stroked her fingers through his dark hair. “You’re nuts if you think I’m not getting at least one hot, raunchy fuck out of you, Jeff!” She unzipped his jeans, slid her hand inside the slit in his briefs and curled her fingers over his warm flesh. “I want this cock in my pussy and damn you, I’m going to have it there!”
He gently removed her hand from his jeans. “Don’t misunderstand me. I want you too...”
“But?”
He brought the hand he still held up to his mouth. He pressed a kiss in her palm. “But we need to be realistic, honey.”
“The only reality we’re going to deal with this weekend, Jeff, is that I need some cock and I’m getting some of yours. Is that clear?”
“Crystal.”
“Then what’s your problem?”
“Can you deal with a casual, but sexual relationship between us, Sharde? Because that’s all I have to give now. And I swear you are the last woman in the world I’d ever want to hurt or disappoint.”
She wanted so much more, but that was enough to begin with. She sat on his lap, linking her arms around his neck. “They really hurt you, didn’t they?”
The muscles in his jaw clenched and he made no effort to hold her. “I don’t want to talk about them, Sharde.” His gaze flicked over her face. “And I don’t want to risk hurting you...”
Like I’ve been hurt. The unspoken words hung in the air between them. She lifted his hands and placed them under sweatshirt on her breasts. “What makes you think there’s any danger of that?”
He cupped his hands over her breasts, squeezing gently. “I don’t know there is... I just don’t want to ruin our relationship. I depend on you. I’d rather have you as a friend and colleague than a lover.”
So she had overrated how well she had managed to satisfy him. She rose and walked back to her seat, her face hot, and an ache in her chest that made breathing difficult. “I see.”
“Isn’t that what you’d rather? Lovers come and go with alarming frequency, Sharde, but friendship hopefully lasts forever.”
She picked up her glass and sipped her wine. “Who says we can’t be both? At least for this weekend? When we get out of here, we can look on this as just... a sweet interlude. Or didn’t you enjoy being intimate with me?”
“Of course I did. You know I did. But I’m afraid of hurting you.”
“Don’t be. I’m an adult. I appreciate your concern, but I can take care of myself. Right now I just need... a little... some hot, uncomplicated, uncommitted sex. Why is that so wrong, Jefferson?”
He reached across the table and clasped her hand in his. “It’s not. If you can promise me you won’t end up hurt and we can go back to what we had when we leave here, I’ll spend the weekend fucking you until you can barely walk.”
She took several gulps of her wine and sat down her glass. “Why don’t we sleep on it and think about it in the morning?” She eased her hand from his. Picking up her plate and glass, she rose.
He picked up his plate and followed her to the sink. He set his plate on the counter and leaned against her back, pressing his cheek against hers. “Sharde... I want you, but I don’t want to hurt you.” He brushed his lips against her cheek. “You are too important to me.”
She took a deep breath before turning to face him. “You’re making too much of this, Jefferson. Let’s just live for the moment... this weekend.” She slipped her arms around his neck, stroking her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. “I really need a fuck. Do me?”
She looked up at him and saw desire in the gray eyes staring down at her. His nostrils flared. He touched her hair and cheeks. “You have such beautiful hair and such a lovely skin tone... such sweet lips. I had no idea you were such a sweet, sexy, passionate woman.” His mouth touched hers in a fleeting movement that was more a request for permission to continue than it was a kiss.
She leaned into him, parting her lips under his. “Just for this weekend... be mine? Be my man and let me be your woman. I’ll make you a very happy man.”
His arms tightened around her. “There’s no doubt about that,”
he murmured. He kissed her. It wasn’t really a kiss, he devoured her, his lips burning and searing the masculine taste of his mouth into hers. She felt as if he were branding her with his kiss, and she loved it.
His big hands slid under her sweatshirt to caress her back. He pressed her closer, forcing her breasts against his chest. She surrendered to the pressure of his mouth on hers, allowing her head to loll against his shoulder. His tongue touched hers and the embers of desire coiled in her belly ignited.
She raked her fingers through his hair, moaning softly as the fire of her love and desire for him burned inside her, incinerating every thought and consideration except the need to get as close to him as possible.
She felt him hardening against her. This time he was going to be inside her. She slid her hands up his body, pushing up his sweater. Feeling as if she would melt if she didn’t feel him inside her, she broke their heated kiss to pull out of his arms. Breathing deeply, she yanked his shirt and tee shirt from his jeans. She ran her hands over his tight, washboard abs, down to the top of his jeans.
She fumbled with the button holding his jeans closed. Her hands shook and she couldn’t manage it. “Help me!”
He brushed her hands away. Stepping away from her, he quickly undressed.
Her heart hammered in her chest as he stood before her, naked and aroused. He had a big, beautiful, muscular body with wide shoulders, hard abs, long legs, and lean hips. His long, thick weeping cock, beckoned to her.
She looked at him, licking her lips, a rush of lust and desire filling her pussy. “Oh, Jefferson! I need you!”
“You can have me, honey.” He moved closer, threading his fingers into her hair. He kissed her slowly, rubbing his cock against her. She whimpered against his lips, so hot for him she could almost taste her desire. “Jefferson... please.”
He sucked her bottom lip, sliding a hand down her back. He moved his hand into her sweat bottoms to cup a palm over her butt. The feel of his hand on the bare skin of her ass sent a series of chills through her.
She gasped and reached between their bodies to hold his cock. He felt thick, hot, hard, and utterly delicious against her fingers.
He dragged his mouth from hers and stepped back. She reluctantly released his cock and opened her eyes. Then the breath caught in her throat. Tiny fires of desire burned in his silver-gray gaze.
She had dreamed of seeing that look for so long. Now that she did, it was hard to reconcile that this was actually happening. Or was it yet another dream from which she would wake to find herself alone?
He moved closer and reached for the bottom of her sweatshirt. He kissed her and pulled it over her head, revealing the black lace bra of the teddy, which barely covered her large breasts.
He took but a moment to study her upper body before he dropped to his knees, reaching for her right foot. She lifted it and he pulled off first one sock and then the other. Rising, he kissed her slowly, deeply.
Still not certain this wasn’t a dream, she parted her lips, savoring the raw hunger she tasted in his kiss. His hands slid down her body to the waistband of her sweatpants. Keeping contact with her mouth, he pushed the sweats over her hips. His fingers brushing over her bare thighs seemed to burn her skin. He pulled his mouth away from hers and stepped back to remove her pants.
She swallowed slowly, standing before him in the skimpy black teddy she had bought with hopes of this moment with him in mind. The top of the teddy lifted, separated, and showcased her breasts, particularly her nipples, which peeked out at him from twin lace holes. The high cut of the bottom of the teddy exposed her inner thighs and butt.
Taking a deep breath, she parted her legs, revealing the strategically cut hole in the teddy.
She saw his Adam’s apple working. “Holy hell, Sharde! God, you’re dark and lovely... so... lovely.”
He sounded surprised.
She lifted her chin, allowing a small, wanton smile to touch her lips. Her face might not turn many heads, but she knew her body would. His gaze danced over her breasts, over her stomach, down her legs and back up her body to center on her groin.
“And for this weekend, I’m all yours, Jefferson.”
He made a small sound and took her hand in his. He led her over to the fire and drew her down to the sleeping bag. She lay on her back with her legs parted, still afraid this was a sweet dream.
He moved close to her, lying on his side with his cock, hard and hot, poking her leg. Almost afraid to breathe, she turned her head. She felt his breath on her face. He was too close for her to see the expression in his eyes.
He touched his tongue to her throat. A jolt of electricity danced through her.
“You like that?” he demanded softly.
“Yes... oh, yes.”
He cupped one hand under her neck, allowing the other one to brush against her nipples until they were hard, aching peaks. Satisfied, he stroked his free hand down her body, over her stomach, to cup her in his palm.
He rubbed her gently. She closed her eyes, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip. This felt so good it had to be a dream. He moved his head, finding her mouth with his. As he kissed her, he reached between her legs to part her wet, aching folds. He slipped a finger into her pussy.
His lips over hers smothered the small whimpers of pleasure forced from her lips as he added a second finger inside her. She shuddered, closing her legs over his probing fingers, the muscles in her stomach so tight they almost ached.
She opened her eyes and looked at him. “Please, Jefferson! Please! Fuck me now!”
His eyes burned with a level of desire that made her feel weak. “Oh, I plan to please you, but I’m going to have to use my fingers and my mouth. I don’t have a condom,” he groaned against her lips.
She was too close to having her ultimate fantasy fulfilled and too far gone to be able to think rationally. “I’m on the pill and I haven’t been with a man without a condom in nearly ten years,” she whispered, not knowing or caring what she said. She wanted him so badly she was prepared to do and say anything to have him inside her.
“I haven’t been with a woman without one in several years, but are you sure?”
“Yes!”
“Sharde, I’m so hungry, once I get inside you, I’m not going to be able to pull out until after I come. You need to be sure you want to do this without a condom.”
“I’m very sure. I’m on the pill and we’re both safe.”
Still he hesitated.
She touched his cheek, feeling desperation threatening to overwhelm her. “Jeff! Fuck me now or else!”
“Or else what?”
“Or else I’ll make you one sorry bastard!”
Smiling, he eased her onto her back. Rising over her, he balanced most of his weight on his extended arms. She eagerly parted her legs, wet and ready for him. He settled between her thighs.
She looked down their bodies. Her lips parted and her heart hammered wildly. His large, heavy length with the big, almost purple head rested against the riot of dark hair surrounding the entrance to her pussy. The contrast of their skin colors increased her level of excitement.
Please, God. Don’t let this dream end before he slides his cock into me.
He lay above her, looking down their bodies. He lifted his head and looked down at her. “I can smell your pussy... fragrant and musky... I love the smell.”
“You’re going to love the feel too if you ever decide to come inside!”
He laughed. “Somebody needs some cock big time.”
“Somebody is going to get some big cock–now!” She placed her hands over his hips, gave a jerk, and pushed her butt off the sleeping bag.
The big, hard head of his cock slid between her wet folds and into her body. Although she would have welcomed it, he didn’t plunge in and take complete and immediate possession of her. He entered her slowly, clearly savoring the coming together of their heated flesh.
She closed her eyes, awash in incredible sensations as he pushed into her, stretch
ing and filling her with a wonderful fullness that made her toes curls and her back arch.
“Oh, lord you feel so good going in,” she moaned. Eager to take all of him inside her, she kept her hips off the sleeping bag until she felt his pubic hair come to rest against hers. “Oooh...”
Fully seated inside her hot pussy, he pushed his hips down, driving her back to the sleeping bag. He settled on top of her, one hand still cupping her neck, the other slipping under her body to palm her butt.
She gasped and he found her mouth, stroking his tongue inside as he began to move in and out of her with an exquisite slowness that sent tremors of bliss all through her. The delicious heat and tension where his body stroked and pushed into hers overwhelmed her senses and made her fall ever deeper in love with him.
He made sweet, breathtaking love to her. She contracted her stuffed pussy around his cock, urging him to take her with a fierceness that would bind them together in a blaze of gratifying lust and love. But he took his time, his deep, leisurely thrusts and his feverish kisses gradually branding her as his as a sweet heat slowly invaded her body. The tension and pleasure built in her until her climax thundered through her, leaving her sobbing and clinging to him.
Resting his full weight on her, he held her. He whispered in her ear that she was sweet and wonderful as wave after wave of satisfaction washed over her. She eagerly allowed herself to be submerged under a wall of absolute bliss.
When her senses returned, he lay on top of her, his lips against her forehead, his extended arms bearing most of his weight. She immediately realized with a delicious delight, that he was still erect and still inside her.
“Oh, Jeff!” Feeling lethargic, but determined to please him again, she locked her legs over the back of his thighs and drew his head down to hers. As their lips touched, she shuddered and tightened herself around him, grinding her hips against him.
Lord, she loved the feel of his cock inside her, hard and hot as he increased the tempo of their fuck. He groaned against her mouth, thrusting his length deep and hard into her. And then again... and again–until he stiffened. “Oh, holy hell, Sharde!” Sliding his hands down to her hips, he held them still and pummeled her body with powerful, lustful strokes that sent a new wave of heat and desire through her.