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Authors: Marilyn Lee

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As he tenderly fucked my ass, he rubbed my clit, nibbled at my neck and ear, and pinched my breasts until I moaned and came. Only then did he come in my burning ass.

When he eased his thick cock out of my now stretched ass and removed his condom, I tumbled into his arms, shaking with tears in my eyes. Happy, content tears. Oh, hell, but I was his woman to do with as he liked. Saying goodbye to him was going to be a bitch.

In the morning, we had a gentle, shower fuck before we headed back to Philly International Airport.

Jarrod and Jen met us there for a drink before leaving me and Grant alone to say our goodbyes. He would be catching a plan to France later that night.

As I boarded my plane, I knew it was going to be a long time before I got over him.

Still when I got back home, I called James and Pete and told them I was ending our arrangement. James tried to talk me out of it, but Pete was relieved since he’d met a woman he wanted to get serious with while I was in Philly.

Even though I didn’t expect to see Grant again, I knew I was no longer interested in casual flings. I wanted a serious relationship with a man who loved and adored me enough to put up with my whims as Jarrod did with Jen’s. Given that Grant wasn’t interested in a committed relationship, I knew I couldn’t see him again. Or I’d risk falling in love with him.

It only took a five–day separation from him for me to realize that I’d been betrayed by love. I’d been foolish enough to fall hard for a man who didn’t do commitments. As I lay alone in bed night after night hungering for him, he was probably going raw in his French woman’s eager pussy. Damn him. Damn me for falling for him, his smooth talk, and his sugar dick. 

The first two–weeks of his France trip, he showered me with flowers and candy, but he never made any attempt to call me. There was never any message on the cards that accompanied the flowers. During the last two weeks of his trip, the flowers and cards stopped.

Six weeks after we’d parted at the Philadelphia International Airport, I decided he was probably too busy banging some French hussy to want to continue our relationship. Not that you could actually call seven days of almost non–stop fucking a relationship.

I avoided talking to Jen because part of me blamed her for my unhappiness. If she hadn’t maneuvered me into meeting Grant, I wouldn’t have fallen for him and wouldn’t now be struggling to pick up the pieces of a broken heart.

Two months after I’d last seen Grant, I came home from work one day and found a dozen red roses sitting outside my apartment door. I hurried inside and plucked the card from the roses. It was sealed and I struggled for a few moments before I managed to tear it open.

My eyes welled when I read the message.

After eight weeks of celibacy, I’m horny as hell. Although I encountered scores of beautiful women, none of them were able to wipe thoughts of you and the nights of passion we shared from my thoughts or mind. I’ve missed you so much I can almost taste my need for you. I ache for you. My need and desire for you has nearly consumed me. Get the ladies ready to be kissed, licked, sucked, and adored. Lube up your hot pussy, sweet, your man is back and in desperate need of your loving. Grant.

It wasn’t the declaration of love I wanted and needed, but it would do—for the moment. I was so happy I spent a good ten minutes sobbing with relief.

He arrived with another bouquet of roses half an hour later. I flew into his arms. After several hot kisses, we tore each other’s clothes off, and fell down to the living room floor.

I rolled onto my back and parted my legs.

He pushed his bare cock into my pussy.

We both moaned and shuddered.

It had been so long. Too long. No woman should have to go two long months without Grant’s naked cock.

“Take your pussy and fuck me hard, baby,” I told him. “Fuck me like my pussy is your exclusive property.”

“It is, sweet. It is. Mine. Only mine.”

“Only yours, Grant.”

After several hot, raunchy fucks, we made it as far as the bedroom. We took a nap then he made slow, sweet love to me that was so tender, I cried.

He kissed my tears away and asked me if I was still his woman.

“I don’t want to get hurt,” I whispered.

“I won’t ever willingly hurt you,” he promised. “Will you trust me, sweet?”

I buried my face against his neck. “I think I want more than you’re willing to give me.”

He kissed my hair and held me close. “Don’t be too sure of that. I had a lot of opportunities to fuck other women over the last two months, Linea. I turned all of them down because none of them were you.”

I lifted my head and stared down into his eyes. “I want a commitment, Grant.”

He sighed and nodded. “I know.”

“Are you going to give me one? Can you give me one?”

He reached up to touch my cheek. “I’ve never been celibate for more than two weeks before. I’m ready to commit to a totally exclusive relationship with you.”

“That’s not enough, Grant!”

“That might not sound like much, but that’s far more of a commitment than I’ve ever made with any other woman. And I’ve had more lovers than you’d want to know about, Linea. My life changed when we met, but I need some time to adjust to what I’m feeling. Bear with me, sweet. Give me time. I promise I won’t hurt you.”

“I love you.”

He sighed. “Apparently I love you too.”

“Apparently? I’m supposed to be satisfied with apparently?”

“I’ve never been in love before, sweet. I’m not sure what it feels like. But I know I used up favors that it took me years to build to meet you, and I just endured eight weeks without sex because we were separated. I wasn’t even tempted to sleep with anyone else. You were the only woman I thought about. That sounds like love. Give me time to prove it to us both, Linea.”

I should have kicked his ass out of my apartment. But I loved him and I had a feeling he loved me too. It would just take a little time for that fact to sink in. I could wait until it did.

We had a lot to discuss—including why he’d stopped sending flowers after two weeks but at the moment, I just wanted to savor having him in my arms and my bed knowing he hadn’t loved any other woman.

I wasn’t known for being patient, but I had a feeling Grant was worth a little effort. So I didn’t push him to say he loved me. I just bided my time, and did my best to support him and show him each time we fucked that I loved him.

Seven months later, I was glad I’d been patient with him when he took me out to dinner at our favorite restaurant, ordered champagne, slipped this beautiful white diamond ring on my finger, and asked me to marry him.

After sobbing with joy, I got myself together enough to say yes.

We spent the night making love and plans. In the morning, I called Jen and thanked her for tricking me into coming to Philly to meet Grant. I took him to meet my parents and was surprised at how quickly they embraced him, and accepted him as their future son–in–law.

Grant’s mother was a little more difficult to win over, but by the time Dad walked me down the aisle, I felt sure I could win her over with a little patience.

After three months of being married to the only man I’ve ever loved, I’ve decided that being betrayed by love is the best thing that could ever have happened to me. I wouldn’t trade Grant for a million dollars and I know he feels the same way.

Life is good. I’m a woman who has everything. I know what lust at first sight feels like as well as what falling in love at first sight feels like. That’s what happened the night Grant and I met. Love at first sight. My Grant is everything I want and need in a man. He’s hard working, a passionate, unselfish lover, a considerate husband, and when we have our first baby in five months, I know he’ll be a great father.

The End

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Author Bio

 

Marilyn Lee lives, works, and writes on the East Coast. In addition to thoroughly enjoying writing erotic romances, she enjoys roller-skating, spending time with her large, extended family, and rooting for all her hometown sports teams. Her other interests include collecting Doc Savage pulp novels from the thirties and forties and collecting Marvel comics from the seventies and eighties (particularly Thor and The Avengers).

Her favorite TV shows are forensic shows, westerns (
Gunsmoke
and
Have Gun, Will Travel
are particular favorites), mysteries (loves the old Charlie Chan mysteries. Her all time favorite mystery movie is probably
Dead, Again
), and nearly every vampire movie or television show ever made (
Forever Knight
and
Count Yorga, Vampire
are favorites).

 She loves to hear from readers who can email her at [email protected] or who can visit her website,
http://www.marilynlee.org
. She has a Yahoo! Group called Love Bytes that readers can join by sending
an email to: [email protected]

 

 

 

Red Rose Publishing

 

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One Sweet Night
Tempting Neal
In Blood And Worth Loving
Eye of the Beholder
Night Heat
Summer Storm
Skin Deep

 

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Loving Large—Yours, Only And Always
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Any Time, Any Place

 

Ellora's Cave

Night of Sin

 

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Forbidden Desires
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Love Out Loud
 

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Trina's Afternoon Delight
Branded
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The Fall of Troy
Full Bodied Charmer
Breathless In Black
Playing With Fire
White Christmas
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