by Lee, Marilyn
“The thought of another man touching you or even just being with you makes me feel like punching anyone you might look at out. I want to stop feeling as if I have to drink to not think of you. I don’t want to think. I don’t want to talk. I just want to be with you.
“I need help.” He inhaled and exhaled slowly. “Can you help me, honey?”
Hearing the vulnerability and the need in his voice changed everything for me. I knew I was probably going to end up hurt because he wasn’t in love with me and he wasn’t going to want to marry me—ever. But I could no more turn him away than I could deny how much I wanted a relationship with him.
“Yes,” I whispered, tears filling my eyes. “I can help and give you what you want.”
“I want you, honey. Only you.”
“Sex isn’t enough for me, Anderson.”
He nodded. “I know. Let’s just worry about that tomorrow. Tonight I just want to be without worrying about what doesn’t work for us. Let’s just enjoy what does.” He drew me back into his arms and held me close.
I thought he wanted to make love. Lord knows I did but when we went to bed, he turned on his back, pulling me on top of him. Then he closed his eyes. And the damned man went to sleep. To sleep!
I lay with my cheek pressed against his shoulder trying not to let hope overwhelm my commonsense. Yes he’d made a lot of admissions that gave me reason to hope that he wanted more than sex. But he’d also made it clear that he still didn’t want what I wanted more each day—marriage.
You can’t allow yourself to get too caught up in him. You can’t fall in love with him. You can’t.
I leaned up to kiss his mouth and settled against his body to finally fall asleep.
He woke me several hours later with his lips on mine and his fingers in my pussy.
“I need a quick bathroom break,” I whispered, rolling away from him.
“Me too,” he said.
We both spent fifteen minutes in the bathroom and then climbed back into bed together.
When he rolled me onto my back and slipped between my legs, I shuddered and clutched him close.
He kissed me, his lips warm and insistent.
I parted my lips and slid my hands down his back to cup his ass.
He rubbed himself against me.
The absolute joy I felt as his cock slowly hardened and swelled as we kissed and caressed each other frightened me. Yes, he was a good lover. But I’d had good lovers in the past. There was no reason to feel this powerful and overwhelming delight because I was with him and he was only moments away from sliding his cock inside me and taking complete control of not just my body but my heart as well.
“I need you,” he whispered with his lips against my ear.
“I’m yours,” I assured him.
“Are you?” he lifted his head and rested his weight on his extended arms.
I opened my eyes and looked up at him. “Yes.”
He reached between our bodies to grip his cock. He rubbed it along my slit.
I trembled. “Condom,” I reminded him.
“If you’re mine, why do I need a condom?” His pressed the head of his shaft between my outer lips.
Thoughts of that vivid dream when he’d taken me without a condom and flooded my pussy with his cum filled my mind. It was that dream and how real it had felt and how such I’d wanted it to be real had driven me to walk away from him. “You just do, Anderson. Please pull your cock out.”
He leaned down to press a quick kiss against my lips before he rolled away and reached for his pants that lay by the bed.
Relief warred with regret as I watched him roll a condom over his cock before he leaned down to kiss me again. “Get on your knees for me, honey.”
I eagerly obeyed. Kneeling, I glanced back over my shoulder at him.
He moved behind me and reached forward to cup his hands over my breasts. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered, kissing my neck and shoulders.
I bit my lip, pushing my hips back against his body.
“Did you miss me?”
“Yes,” I told him, savoring the weight and hardness of his cock pressed against my ass. “Oh hell yes.”
“You’re all I thought about.” He pinched and my massaged my breasts. “You and your perfect, beautiful body.”
My perfect, beautiful body? The man must be in a major lust frenzy. “It’s all yours, sweet. Especially my pussy. It’s yours. Take it.”
“Give it to me,” he countered, sucking on the side of my neck.
I reached back to take his cock in my hand and guided it between my legs and into my pussy. I paused with the thick width just inside me so we could both enjoy the utter sweetness of what was about to happen. “Oh God.” I licked my lips. “I’d forgotten how hard and thick your cock is.”
“Your cock,” he corrected, dragging his tongue along my earlobe.
“My cock. I like the sound and the feel of that.” Closing my eyes, I drove my hips back. Shudders of pleasure shook my body as I felt his cock slowly tunneling into my body.
“Oh fuck!” he groaned and pushed his groin forward until his cock completely filled my pussy.
What an incredible feeling. I rubbed my ass against him.
He tightened his hands on my breasts, leaning over my back. “Being inside you is the most wonderful feeling in the world.”
“Fuck me,” I invited.
“That’s the plan, honey.” Reaching one hand down to press to my clit, he slid in and out of me with quick, hard strokes.
Absolutely delicious. I reached back to grip his hip and thrust back to meet each thrust and tightened myself around him.
He rewarded me by pushing in harder and faster.
Oh lord I loved fucking with him. With him inside me I felt as if the world was mine. As if he were mine.
“Oh God…fuck me.”
He shortened and strengthened his strokes.
Oh shit! Within minutes, my stomach muscles clenched, my pussy caught fire, and I arched my back and came.
He pushed me onto my belly and fucked me with a rapid hunger that pushed me close to coming again. If only he could hold out long enough for me to achieve a second orgasm. Don’t be greedy. You’ve had one and now it’s time to allow him to enjoy his without worrying about your coming again.
But I’d forgotten how considerate he could be as a lover. He rolled us onto our sides, lifted my top leg to rest over his and drove his cock even deeper into my pussy while rubbing his thumb against my clit.
“Oh God!” I moaned and came again just seconds before his big body shook and he gripped me so tight it hurt. Then he sucked at the side of my neck and came.
Oh hell yeah!
When I turned on my back, he delighted me by wrapping his arms around my waist and stretching out on top of me. I kissed his hair. “So good,” I whispered.
He rubbed his cheek against my shoulder. “What are you doing to me?”
“Making you come.”
He turned his head to kiss my breasts. “You’ve done that all right.”
I smiled. We still needed to talk but that could wait a few hours until we got up.
Anderson
I woke just after dawn. Lying with my body curled against Narena’s back, I cupped a hand over her breasts. For the first time since our aborted weekend, I felt tension free and content—because I was with the woman who’d dominated my thoughts since we met.
I knew that had I awakened in bed with Janine I’d be laying there thinking of Narena. Damn. What the hell had she done to me? The previous night marked the second time I’d pursued her. God help me if she walked away again I’d probably tuck my damned tail between my legs and follow her. Again. Fuck! If you’re not careful, you’ll find yourself in major league trouble, Prescott. If you keep behaving like this, you’ll find your ass on a fast track to marriage.
If you know what’s good for you, you’ll get your ass in gear and walk away. Walk away before you find yourself in love. If that happens
, so will marriage. Walk away and don’t look back.
I kissed her neck and slipped out of bed.
Narena
Waking up to find myself alone in my apartment took all the luster off what had felt so good during those pre-dawn hours spent making love with Anderson. We’d fucked and having gotten what he wanted, he’d left.
I dragged out of bed and took a shower. Back in the bedroom with a towel wrapped around my body, I changed the sheets before going to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. The phone rang just as I sat down to drink it.
It was probably my mother calling to make sure I hadn’t forgotten our family lunch. “Hello?”
“Morning honey.”
A wave or relief washed over me. “Anderson! Where are you?”
“I came home for my run and to change. I’m going down to my car now. What can I bring you for breakfast?”
“I’m about to scramble a couple of eggs. Want to share?”
“I’d rather have some pussy.”
My cheeks burned but I smiled. “Will you settle for eggs?”
“Yes. I will. Are you sure I can’t bring anything?”
“Positive.”
“Then I’ll see you in forty minutes, honey.”
“Okay.” I held the cordless phone against my chest for a moment before replacing it on its cradle.
I finished my coffee and then returned to the bathroom to do my hair and put on my makeup. I spent the final twenty minutes trying to decide what to wear. I ended up slipping on a pink cotton blend blouse over a dark pink skirt that ended around my calves. I then tied a dark pink scarf around my neck to cover the hickey there.
Turning in front of my bedroom mirror, I decided Anderson would be pleased when he saw me. I slipped on a pair of two-inch sandals and walked into the living room to wait for him.
He arrived with an elaborate fruit basket and an expensive box of chocolates. “Damn, woman, you look prettier every time I see you.”
I smiled, linking an arm around his neck. “I like your taste in women.”
He laughed and bent to bite my ear.
When I felt his mouth moving down the hickey-free side of my neck, I drew away. “One hickey is enough, thank you very much,” I said.
He caressed my ass. “That’s just so the next ass who looks at you with lust in his cock, will know you’re already taken.”
“But I’m not taken,” I said and waltzed away from him.
He followed me into the kitchen. “Yes. You are.”
I put the fruit and the chocolates away before I scrambled eggs, made toast, bacon, and poured him a glass of orange juice. “Aren’t you eating?” he asked.
“No. I have to save my appetite for later.”
“What’s going to happen later?”
“I’m having lunch and maybe dinner at my parents’ house. Mom will expect me to do full justice to the meal.” I watched him eat in silence for several moments before speaking again. “Did you sleep with her?”
“The woman I had dinner with last night?” He shook his head. “No. As a matter of fact, I haven’t slept with anyone since you walked out on me.”
“I didn’t walk out on you!”
He put his fork down and reached across the table to clasp my hand. “Yes you did and you left me feeling gutted.”
“Don ‘t exaggerate.”
“Who the hell is exaggerating? I felt gutted.”
“Why?”
“Because I like you.”
Like. What a nasty, hurtful word coming from him. “How much?”
“More than I’ve liked anyone else for a very long time.”
“I like you too. So you haven’t slept with any other woman?”
“No, Narena, I haven’t. Tell me about the man you were with last night.”
I withdrew my hand from his and told him about Tyron.
He took a deep breath. “He’s not your boyfriend?”
“I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“Let’s keep it that way.”
“Don’t count on that, Anderson.”
“But I am counting on it.”
“You shouldn’t.”
“We’ll see.” He picked up his fork. “Am I invited to lunch at your parents’ house?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
I rose. “We don’t bring our fuck buddies home to meet our parents.”
He caught my hand as I turned away. “Fuck buddies? What the hell have you been drinking if that’s all you think we are?”
“If you’re offering anything more, you haven’t bothered to tell me, Anderson.”
“Oh, fuck, Narena. Let’s not go there again. Not today.”
“Fine.” I tugged at my hand.
He released it. “How long will you be?”
“I don’t know. Sometimes it’s just lunch and a quick visit. Sometimes we stay for dinner.”
He rose and put his arms around me. “Can you keep it short and sweet and make it lunch only? I’ll wait here for you—unless you want me to come with you.”
“I told you, Anderson. No fuck buddies allowed.”
“Fuck you!” he released me and resumed his seat.
“Maybe later. I don’t have time now,” I shot back.
He reached out and caught my hand again. Then, despite my resistance, he drew me down onto his lap. “What the hell do you want from me, Narena?”
“Who says I want anything from you other than an occasional fuck?”
He curled his fingers in my hair. “You keep talking like that and I’ll dump your big ass on the floor.”
“Just so you know, I don’t find being threatened sexy.” I shoved against his shoulders and rose.
He shot to his feet and stepped in front of me. “I wouldn’t hurt you, Narena.”
I balled a hand into a fist and hit his shoulder. “Then don’t threaten me!”
He took my hand in his and brought it up to his lips. “I don’t usually have to work this hard to keep a woman interested.”
“If it’s too much effort—”
He pressed his fingers against my lips. “Before this is over, I have a feeling I’ll be stark raving mad.”
“Then you’d better quit while you’re still slightly sane.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He bent his head and pressed his lips against mine.
I melted into him, linking my arms around his neck.
We kissed until I felt his cock stirring. Then I dragged my mouth from his and pulled out of his arms.
We stared at each other.
He blew out a breath and raked a hand through his hair. “Oh shit! You make me so hard.”
“I want more than a hard cock, Anderson!”
“That’s not all I’m offering!”
I moistened my lips. “What else are you offering?”
“Exclusivity. I have zero interest in seeing any woman other than you.”
Such an arrangement might lead to a world of endless possibilities. Or it might lead to heartbreak. Either way, it was definitely a step in the right direction. “I’ll think about it.”
“While you’re doing that, think about this.” He urged me against the nearest wall, reached under my skirt to push my thong aside. Then, as he kissed me, he unzipped his pants and pressed his bare cock against my slit.
“No!” I pushed against his shoulders. “Not without protection!”
“Without protection.” He drove his hips forward.
I shuddered as his bare cock pushed into my pussy. This is real. Not a dream. You can’t let him do this! I put my arms around him and dug my fingers in his ass. “Fuck me like mine is the only pussy in the world.”
“For me it is,” he told me, sliding his cock slowly in and out of me. “For me, yours is the only pussy in the world worth being inside.”
Such sweet, sweet words. “Fuck me and then fill me with your cum, sweet,” I whispered.
“That’s exactly what I’m going to do.” He unbuttoned my blouse and
fastened his lips on my right nipple.
Paradise. I closed my eyes and rocked my hips in time with his thrusts.
He lifted one of my legs and pushed in deeper.
Oh God. No fuck had ever felt better.
Arching my back, I tightened my pussy around him. And we fucked with a wild, hot abandon. It was quick and gritty and very satisfying when he clutched me close and I knew he was coming inside me.
“Fill me with your cum,” I encouraged, squeezing his cock with my vaginal muscles.
He shuddered and leaned his full weight on me, pinning me against the wall. “It’s for you, honey,” he whispered, his voice brusque. “Only you.”
Smiling, I lifted my face.
He kissed me and then pressed his face against my neck. “God, that was insane.” He lifted his head to stare down at me. “What the hell are you doing to me?”
I caressed his cheeks. “Making you happy?”
“Very happy,” he said and eased his cock out of me. He stared at me.
I don’t know how, but I knew he wanted to ask me about birth control. I was tempted to let him stew in his own juices but only briefly. “It would serve you right if I weren’t on birth control, but I am,” I told him.
“Then there’s nothing stopping us from fucking raw again and again,” he said, pushing his cock back inside me.
I trembled and pushed him away. “That was your first and last raw fuck.”
“The hell it was.” He slipped his cock back into me, grabbed my hips, and fucked me hard and fast.
With my ass slapping against the wall each time he shot his hard length back inside, I surrendered to him and fucked him back. Sweet lord, it was beyond good when we came within seconds of each other.
Then with his cock still inside me, he slumped against me. “Oh fuck. You’re making me lose what’s left of my mind.”
“What a lovely feeling.”
“What?” He drew his hips back, allowing his cock to slip from my body.
“Being full of your cum.”
“We can not do that again,” he said, turning to lean against the wall beside me.