by Dawn Marie
“Would you like to tell me why you showed up last night uninvited, Dawn?” His voice is edgy, detached and calm. The calmness scares me. Suddenly I am totally out of my element with this man. But haven’t I been since first meeting him? His dark gaze is staring me down critically.
Coughing I clear my throat, sit my glass down in front of me, and rub my hands on my knees trying to calm my body. “I…” I must clear my throat and start again. Dyane swallows and I know he’s not happy with me. “I needed to talk to you face to face.”
“You could have called first,” Dyane scathing retorts and it cuts deeply into my broken soul. “Did it occur to you that I may have had company?”
How to do I respond to that? My stomach turns inside, I sip some more juice, this time not choking. As I sit my glass down, I look at him. Really look at him. And it strikes me in the smallest of seconds, maybe I do not know this man enough to love him. But I do love him and therein lays the problem.
“No,” stumbles pass my lips, as I bite my lip hard, pinching my right thigh to remind myself I can do this. “I didn’t think you’d be fucking someone so soon.” My blue eyes snapping quickly to his navy-blue irises.
Dyane’s face turns stormy. He lays both his hands onto the table, as he starts to thump his fingers one after another against the wood. The sound echoes through the small kitchen and the quiet house. It’s hard to hold his hostile stare but I do. And in those seconds, I’m proud of myself.
For a moment…
“Who I fuck is none of your concern, Dawn,” he scornfully informs me.
“So, you don’t care if I am fucking someone also?” I feel braver than I really am as the smart remark leaves my lips.
Dyane leans his large frame over the table, half way to the center of the small table, glaring at me hard. I’ve pushed his buttons and now the truth can come out. His breathing has picked up, his body is rigid and his face is getting red. Why does he care? Does he care?
“Don’t fucking go there,” he spits out.
“Did you?” I ask him. My eyes glued to his. My head tells me I don’t need to know but my heart says yes you do need to know. Did the man you love fuck another woman?
“Did I what?” he yells at me. He leans back in his chair, his body stiff.
“Did you fuck her?” I ask boldly. My eyes focused on him. My heart waiting to see if it’s going to bleed. I don’t think I have enough patches to cover the stab wounds.
“No.”
My heart screams in relief. And I can’t, I won’t stop the tears as they pour down my face. I had tried to be strong, I guess I have been but I can’t stop the relief of the tears. My head is bent as my long hair covers my face as my tears hit his table. I hear his chair scrape the floor as he walks to where I am.
Dyane’s large hands rub my shoulders, then his hands pull my face up to look at him. My teary blue-eyes gaze up at him with longing and anguish. With his left thumb, he softly wipes the tears away from my eyes. I blink, they fall one by one, almost stopped. My heart still cries because I love him so much. Dyane pulls me into his waist and I lay my head there. I can feel the beating of his heart. It’s beating hard. He’s so warm, and strong underneath his shirt.
As I pull away, it’s a hard struggle to not beg him to fuck me. Two words. Two words I don’t want anymore. Two different words I want to replace them with. No more…fuck me. I want to say…love me.
And I should tell him.
With a wet face, teardrops still falling, I gaze at Dyane and let my love shine through my eyes. He blinks fast, and I know he must know. But just in case, I am going to tell him.
“Dyane, I love you,” Tenderly, passionately the four soft spoken words leave my lips for the first time.
He pulls away from me and walks to the other side of the kitchen. His back is to me and his head bent. My heart rips into pieces as I see him fighting with this. But why? Why can’t he love anyone? Why can’t this man love me?
I stand up and walk to him. Reaching up I grab him by the shoulder and turn him to face me. As he looks at me I see the torment inside his eyes. He doesn’t hide it. This is real. He’s hurting. I’m hurting. It shouldn’t be like this. My hand goes to the side of his jaw and I touch it gently. He’s so much a man till it hurts. It does. It really does hurt deeply.
“I love you,” tenderly I gasp.
“Dawn…” Dyane groans painfully. “Remember what I told you. I only know how to fuck. I can’t.” He rushes out the harsh words.
“Can’t what?”
“Can’t love you!” he roars at me.
He turns and stomps out of the kitchen.
Standing there I am shocked. Hurt. Angry. Mainly stunned by this man. I ask myself why I love him. Why? Why not? He’s got so much compassion buried deep inside him. He just needs to let it go. I don’t understand why he doesn’t want to love someone.
Why he can’t love me?
Is it me?
I really don’t think as I stumble my way into the living room, it’s empty. I walk into his bedroom, he’s sitting on his side on the bed with his head bent and arms on his legs. My heart aches for him. My body yearns for his touch. Even though I know physical relief will not help, my body craves his possession. Before I can tell myself no, I fling my tank top off and unbutton my shorts.
Dyane glances up as my clothes fall at his feet. He doesn’t say a word. Placing myself between his legs, my hands pushing his body up at the same time as I place my soft, naked body onto his lap. His jean covered legs are warm against my bare pussy. My nipples stand at attention, level with his mouth, my eyes focused on his dark gaze.
He licks his lips, and that’s all I need. I move my left nipple to his lips and he doesn’t disappoint me. Hot lips and wet tongue pull at my right nipple. He nips, bites and sucks like it’s the last time he’ll worship them. I pull away groaning from the heat, pushing my left nipple into his mouth. Dyane wraps his arms around my body, pulling me tight against his tee shirt covered chest. My fingernails grip his muscled shoulders tightly probably leaving marks.
“Dyane…” I moan loudly.
Dyane lifts his head and connects with my passion filled blue-eyes. He’s got that possessive look in his eye. His hands, hard but soft against the softness of my skin clutch me tightly to his chest and hips. Wiggling on his lap, the hardness from his huge eight-inch cock rubs wickedly against my tender clit. My pussy weeps with desire for this sexy deputy.
“What do you want?” Dyane demands with that sexy, husky voice of his.
What exactly do I want?
Him, of course.
Only him…
Chapter 19
I ask myself what do I require from Dyane. As I sit upon his lap, naked, gripping at his tee shirt covered shoulders knowing there is just one thing I really want from him. I want him to love me. But my heart wonders what will I do if he can’t? I’m not sure what I will do. All I know right now, right now, is I want him to make love to me.
“Make love to me,” I plead passionately.
His navy-blue eyes close for a second then blink quickly open gazing at me with a dark heat. I can fill my heart beating faster inside my chest. What if he says no? But I feel his blistering palms rub my naked back, up and down, up and down. Then his left palm lays still against my butt cheek. Slowly, gently, I can feel one of his long fingers slide inside the crack of my ass.
I hold a moan, I try my best to keep it silent, but I can’t hold it for long. A long moan of pleasure leaves my lips as I feel that naughty finger slide from the crack of my ass into the wetness of my pussy. Staring into his darkened gaze, I watch his face as he dips that single finger into the depths of my wet pussy.
His gaze makes my insides feel like jelly. I lean my lips into his and he meets me half way. Grinding harshly and fast into my tender ones. I gasp from the pleasure, the pain, the wetness, and the heat. Dyane pulls his finger from my pussy, and reaches up to clutch the back of my head. He yanks and pulls me to where he wants me. Direc
ting our moments like a musician directs an instrument.
Dyane pulls away first, as he gently pushes me off his lap onto his bed. I fall to my side then roll to my back watching him quickly loose his clothes. He takes his tee shirt off first, slinging it onto the floor at his feet, my mouth opens from the sight. He’s so dark, muscled, his six-pack leading down into heaven with a slight trail of fine black hairs. Those wicked fingers yank at the button of his jeans and he steps out of them. He’s left standing in front me in only a pair of blue boxers.
A pair of blue boxers has never been as sexy looking as it is on this man. I’m not sure which is more a turn-on; Dyane in a pair of boxers or when he’s dressed in his deputy uniform. His eyes are focused on me. Naked on his bed. My legs barely spread, but enough he can see my bare pussy lips. He knows I’m wet for him. I can see he’s hard and aching to have me as well.
With both hands, he pushed down those blue boxers, kicked them away from his feet, inching his large body up his bed ever so slowly, to where I am laying. Leaning over me, he stares down at me, making me feel like a rabbit caught by a wolf. Looking up at him, I blink, I don’t want to forget this moment. I want to show him how much I desire him.
I want to show him how much I do love him.
But…
First, he can make love to me.
I need his touch now. I can worry afterwards about getting his heart. Nervously, I lick my lips and I hear a growl from Dyane’s lips. Gazing up into his eyes, I saw a painful need that echoed my own. An awful need that was painful to suffer and I only wanted this man to satisfy it body and soul. My uterus clenched with pulsations that only made my body want Dyane that much more. Wanting him to dominate my desires as only he could do, deeply.
It was such a sexy sight, him leaning above my naked body, waiting…waiting for the sign to command my body as only he could do. Just one look from this man and my panties would be soaked. Just the slightest touch from his hands and my pussy would be gasping for his ownership. He was the ultimate definition of sex appeal.
“Dyane, make love to me now!” I demanded with a needy cry.
“How badly do you want me?” He taunted in that sexy masculine voice of his. His eyes heavy with need. His silky cock sloping on my bare stomach, leaking traces of semen.
“Badly,” I moaned loudly.
“Hmm…” he muttered softly, shaking his head.
“I want you to make love to me now, Deputy,” I demanded in a firm tone.
“I might could do that,” he softly comments.
The heat from his muscular frame leaning over my own soft body has my skin on fire. I need to feel his touch. Emotions are raw and fiery inside my own body. I need them put out. I can feel the juices leaking from my pussy. My nipples are hard nubs becoming painful. Goosebumps are forming on my tender skin, as the slightest pressure from the hairs on his arms, chest and legs intensifies all the feelings in my aroused body.
Dyane leans into my neck and gently with his lips, he starts to lick and suckle on my neck. I moan loudly, it is so hot, the touch of his mouth. It’s like he set a match to my neck, onto my body, the heat is awful. Awful and welcoming at the same time. Is such a thing possible? Yes, it is. As I squirm trying to get away from his devilish lips, reaching for more, wanting more. Oh, so much more from this man…
My eyes are closed tightly, trying to feel, to remember every stroke, every kiss, that comes from his lips and hands. My desire for this man is boiling over. Dyane gently, nips his way over to my lips, he finds them, seizes them with his own. He pillages deeply inside my mouth with a deep sweep of his tongue. A low moan escapes my mouth, combining with the groan from his. And it’s the sweetest sounds to my heart.
Dyane pulls free from my lips gasping, mine are bruised and reddened but its welcomed. I feel a thrill deep inside as those sounds escaping his mouth are made because of me. Because of us…and it’s the greatest sensation I’ve felt in a while. Slowly I peak beyond my eyelashes, and oh goodness my heart flips over inside my chest.
He’s so sexy!
“Touch me, please!” I gasp and yes, my blue eyes are begging for his possession.
Dyane’s gaze is heated, passionate, and I want nothing more than to feel his raw desire. The real desires that he keeps locked away deep inside his soul. What does he think about when he looks at me? Does he love me? Or, is he just using me? What does he feel when he fucks me? So many unanswered questions inside my mind right now when they shouldn’t be tip-toeing through my thoughts.
I only want to feel what this man is doing to me not thinking about thoughts that make me wonder and question. Question my heart, question my sanity over this man. When he kisses me, touches my body with his abraded fingertips, sucks and nips at body parts that crave his ownership, I come unglued inside. The only delights I am wanting right now are from his mouth, hands and his huge cock.
As if he can sense what I need, want, am craving, crying out to have, his navy-blue eyes become almost as black as the night sky. He’s raging with lust. A need I can detect he wishes to sate. However, the things that hold him back from me, from loving me, such as, duty, honor, responsibility, it is those things that stop him. Stop him from being happy, feeling released from the pressures of his career.
“Dyane!” I groan loudly sounding out each letter of his name, as I squirm my body underneath his firm, blistering body.
Nipples pull tighter if possible, my breast aching for his mouth to sink down and claim them. To worship them. Honor them with his lips and tongue. Will he appreciate the offering? Will he make love to me? Or, will he fuck me unrestrainedly? It feels like my nipples are going to burn off my chest as the heat from his burning gaze scorches my body.
Oh, God!
I don’t know if I can handle the heat…
But I need it…
I want the heat.
I want to feel everything Dyane wants to give.
Chapter 20
Finally, the man that I want to make love to me moves.
With a gentleness, I didn’t know he possessed, his head sank slowly to my puckered nipple as it hardened on my right breast for his touch. The wait for his mouth was agony. Those lips of his burned through my chest making me bite my lip. The wetness from his tongue combined with the heat of his lips caused me to wiggle and moan.
Dyane moved those large hands of his down the sides of my body, ever so gently, so softly, his fingertips caressing as they traveled down to my knees. My lips moved with a loud groan but I couldn’t hear it. I was surrounded by the heat of this man, his touch, his body. It was where I needed to be. Surrounded in his arms, touched by his hands and possessed by his hard, muscled body.
I gazed down at Dyane’s black hair as he moved his lips from my nipples to my ribcage. His lips nipping, licking and sucking his way down to my waist. I watched with a calmness I did not feel as his lips hovered over my bare clit. Lick it I screamed inside my head. Moaning, needing his mouth on my bare pussy, didn’t he comprehend how much I needed him? My body leaked with the proof.
Claim me!
Fuck me!
“God,” I moaned. “Dyane, I need you…”
“I know,” he grunted. The expression in his dim eyes exposed he needed this as much as I did. Did he? My heart drew up tight and I closed my eyes for a moment.
As if he needed to claim me as much as I wanted to feel him claim my soul he devoured my wet pussy. Consuming me with his raw passion, leaving me moaning and twisting under his wet, blistering tongue. My hands found the top of his head and tightly gripped his hair, tugging and pulling him closer to the spot that brought me to a mind-blowing orgasm.
The relief was exhausting and stimulating all at once. As Dyane glanced up from between my legs, his chin wet from my juices, his lips bright red from sucking and licking at my core, I knew without any doubt I wanted him. And only him. Just him. His gaze was a scorching, blistering look that made me burn just from his gaze alone.
As he inched his sweat covered b
ody over mine, I looked up into his darkened pupils and wanted everything he promised. His large hands moved my thighs wider as his muscled hips sank into the opening between my spread legs. That huge cock of his was burning and hard just leaking all over my bare pussy. The heat alone made my bare pussy contract and gush from being empty so long. It needed to feel the burn, the stretch that only came from Dyane’s eight-inch cock.
He aligned the mushroom shaped head of his dick to the wet opening of my core and pushed just the slightest inch into the space. I groaned from the promise, from the heat, from the burning stretch. I needed this. I needed him!
“Please, please love me,” I moaned softly.
“Open wide Dawn,” he grunted passionately into my ear.
Dear God, I couldn’t spread my legs any wider. Dyane pushed them up onto his large, muscled thighs opening me wider to his steel cock. He grunted harshly as he pushed into my slick pussy. I moaned from the delicious feeling of him sinking deep into my body. He wasted not a second as he began a pounding rhythm that showed my snug, wet pussy not one ounce of mercy.
Out and in, in and out, a thrust deep, a thrust harder, a grind against my sore clit. Dear God, the pleasure that this man could release. It was raw but passionate. Hard but tender. Sweaty and nasty. Heart-clenching passion rolled into just plain hard-core fucking. Ownership suitable. My pussy gripped onto his hot, hard cock and found release again. Dyane moaned deeply as I could barely make out the escaped sounds as he cuddled me tightly to his sweaty, bare chest.
That masculine scent that comes off a man fucking clung to his body and was now mixed onto my soft one. It was hard to distinguish where I began and he ended as we currently became one. Two harsh, deep thrusts as his cock pounded into my body, his release coming fast and hard from his mouth and cock. As splashes of hot cum slapped inside the walls of my slickened core, my body welcomed every droplet that he provided, every thrust, every groan, as he emptied his balls deeply into my body.