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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.

Lord, she felt as if she were losing her mind. She held him tight, thrusting back at him. Finally, he groaned, called out her name again, and roughly pushed and pulled his cock in and out of her until jet after jet of cum shot from his cock into her receptive pussy.

“Hell!” He collapsed on top of her, buried his face against her neck, small aftershocks shaking his body. She held him, stroking her hands over his damp back. After several long, sweet moments, he pulled out of her, rolled on to his back, and drew her onto his body.

He pulled the cover spread over the sleeping bag up and pressed a soft, sweet kiss to her lips. “Holy hell, honey, that was...”

“Good?”

He tightened his arms around her waist. “No. It was incredible... just incredible... you’re incredible.”

She smiled down at him, loving the way the firelight played over his handsome face. “You think you might want some more pussy before we leave?”

He curled his fingers in her hair and lifted her head from his shoulder, a frown on his face. “I don’t want you to think this is just about sex, Sharde. You know I care about you... don’t you?”

She’d never doubted his concern for her. What she craved was his desire and love. “Yes.”

“I don’t want you to think I just want pussy from you.”

“I know, Jeff. But just for this weekend, there’s nothing wrong with your wanting pussy and my lusting for your big cock... is there?”

“No.”

“Then you’ll be wanting some more pussy?”

“Now that I’ve had a taste of it, you’re going to be hard-pressed to keep my cock out of your pussy.”

“You can have as much pussy as you can handle, handsome.”

“Really? How about another fuck now, then?”

He released her hair and she reached between their bodies to feed his cock into her body. When he was balls deep inside her, she curled her fingers in his hair and they enjoyed a quick, scorching fuck.

They came within moments of each other. Feeling happy and sated, she pressed her face against his shoulder. The first step in her plan to capture him was complete. They had both been satisfied. Now all she had to do was get him to need a steady diet of sex with her. Then she’d work on making him fall as deeply in love with her as she was with him. How difficult could that be now that she was fairly certain she had him hooked on the sexual aspect?

Chapter Four

Jefferson woke in the middle of the night, wanting Sharde again. The only light in the living room came from the fire. He lay on his side, watching the firelight play over her face. As she rested on her back, her long, dark hair was spread out across her face. She looked content and surprisingly pretty.

He slipped out of the sleeping bag and rose. Without the warmth of her body and the covers, there was a distinct chill against his naked body. He removed the guard from the fireplace, added more wood, banked it, replaced the guard, and slipped back into the sleeping bag with her.

“Jeff?” She turned into his arms, pressing close and seeking his mouth. Their lips touched and he slid on top of her, reaching down to stroke his fingers between her legs and into her body.

He stroked and kissed her until the moisture against his fingers signaled her readiness for sex. Then he sucked her neck as he thrust his cock into her hot, delicious pussy. Sinking deep into her slick heat felt like coming home. He felt a tender lust for her he hadn’t experienced with any of his other lovers.

She moaned, stroking her fingers along his back.

“Oh, damn, honey, you are so hot... and so sweet... so tight... you enchant me...”

She stroked her fingers through his hair. “Love me,” she whispered.

“Oh, yes, honey.” He thrust hard into her.

She gasped and pushed her hands against his shoulders. “No. I don’t want a fuck... this time I want you to make love to me... as if you care about me.”

“I do care about you. I always have and I always will.”

“Prove it to me. Love me.”

He made love to her slowly, savoring and fully enjoying the experience. Everything about her excited him, from the taste of her lips, the feel of her large, lovely breasts crushed under chest, the way her pussy caressed and held his cock as if the two were made for each other, to her smooth, dark skin which reminded him of black silk.

He couldn’t ever remember any other woman engaging all his senses as she did. This definitely was not just sex. Each time he pulled his cock almost all the way out of her before slowly sinking it back into her tight, hot pussy, a soft, blissful moan escaped her full lip and his heart hammered. For the first time in years, he was more interested in ensuring his partner’s pleasure before seeking his own. If this is what great sex with a woman who was also his friend was about, he’d been a fool not to try it before.

The smell of sex filled his nostrils and a hunger to taste her tightened his gut. Gripping her hips, he pulled his cock out of her, pushed the covers away, and quickly slid down her body.

Sprawling between her legs, he parted the wet folds of her vagina, revealing her fragrant pink pussy. “Damn, you have a pretty pussy, honey.”

“It was made just for your pleasure,” she told him in a wanton voice. “Do whatever you want to and with it.”

He stroked two fingers inside her, loving the way her inner muscles creamed them. Eager to taste her, he extended his tongue to taste her moist flesh.

She shuddered. “Oh, lord, Jeff... eat me.”

“Oh, yeah, honey.” Pressing his face closer, he stroked his fingers inside her while nibbling at her outer lips and raking his tongue against her clit.

He ate her hungrily, greedily, his senses awash in the musky aroma of her, delighting in the way her body shook and the half-sobs filling the room as he did. The taste, smell, and texture of her pussy drove him wild. Flicking his tongue against her clit, he thrust his fingers inside her until she screamed his name, her body shuddering.

Withdrawing his fingers, he gripped her flailing hips, closed his mouth over her climaxing pussy and licked and slurped at her as she came against his mouth and tongue.

When he was sure he’d lapped up most of her moisture, he slid up her body, thrust his cock back into her pussy, and cupped her face between his palms.

“Open your eyes and look at me.”

Her eyes fluttered opened and a sense of masculine pride filled him as he noted the look of bliss in her gaze. “Now taste yourself on my lips and tongue,” he whispered.

Smiling, she drew him down to her. Sliding her hands on his ass, she parted her lips and welcomed his tongue into her mouth. Feeling as if he was where he belonged, and forgetting her wish to be made love to, he fucked her roughly until he exploded inside her.

He loved the way she held him tight, keeping her groin against his, as if she were eager to ensure every drop of his cum remained inside her.

Still buried in her pussy, he collapsed in her arms. After a moment, he rolled onto his back so her body sprawled on top of his. “Damn, you keep this up and you’ll ruin me for any other woman.”

She murmured something, pressing her cheek against his shoulder.

He threaded his fingers through her hair. “What?”

“I said that’s the plan.”

He closed his fingers in her hair. “What plan?”

“What are you muttering about?” she asked, her voice low and almost inaudible. “Go to sleep before I decide I want you again.”

Releasing her hair, he drifted to sleep.

In the morning he woke alone in the sleeping bag. He turned his head. She stood in the kitchen wearing his shirt and his socks, leaving her long, big legs bare. He stretched and slipped out of the sleeping bag, the smell of coffee tickling his nose.

She turned and looked at him. “’Morning.”

With her dark hair hanging in a wild cloud around her face, she looked both sweet and sexy. How had he ever thought her anything but pretty? He smiled. “Good morning.” Ignoring the urge to sweep her into his arms and kiss her senseless, he made his way to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and did a quick wash in the cold room before heading back to the kitchen with a towel wrapped around his waist.

She stood in the kitchen with her back to him, sipping coffee. As he approached she put her coffee cup down, turned, smiled, opened his shirt, and flashed him. “See anything you like?”

She had removed the sexy teddy from the night before. He got his first view of her naked body. She had large, firm breasts, a flat stomach, and long, shapely legs. She was big without being fat. His gaze dropped to the dark triangular patch of curls between her legs and his cock hardened.

He tossed the towel aside and crossed the room to her. Catching her around her waist, he turned her, eased her against the wall, and parted her legs.

She pressed against his shoulders. “Breakfast will get cold.”

“The only breakfast I’m interested in now is your pussy.”

She smiled. “You sound like a man on his way to being addicted to it.”

“Not on the way... already there,” he whispered. Nibbling at her neck, he stroked his fingers into her.

Soon she was moist and ready for him. He thrust into her. She felt so good and tight, he slid balls deep with one greedy movement.

He linked his fingers through hers, licked her neck, and gave her a fast, furious fuck. She thrust her soft, rounded butt back at him. He loved the feel of her body against his. Sliding one hand down her body, he found her clit.

“Oooh. Oh, yes!” she whispered, her feminine muscles tightening around him.

He shuddered and increased and deepened his thrusts, rubbing his thumb over her clit each time he pulled halfway out of her. The wild tremors inside her set him off and they exploded in quick succession.

He pulled out of her and kissed her. “Damn, but you are so sweet.”

She laughed against his lips, slapped his ass, and pushed him away. “It’s about time you noticed.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

She shrugged. “I’ve been under your nose for nine years, Jeff!”

“Nine years?! Are you saying–”

“I’m not saying anything except that I’m feeling adventurous this morning.”

Hungry to experience every conceivable form of sex with her, he caught her around her waist and pressed her, breasts forward, against the wall. He raked his teeth against the side of her neck. “How adventurous are you feeling?”

“What do you have in mind?”

The note of barely suppressed excitement in her voice boded well for the rest of the weekend. He slid one hand around her body to cup her pussy. “You have a lovely ass.”

She stiffened against him. “My... you want to... up my ass?”

She couldn’t seem to finish the sentence and he decided she wasn’t into anal sex. Since he had no protection, it was a moot point. He kissed her neck and stroked his hands over her big, warm ass. “Would you let me if I’d come prepared with a condom?”

“I don’t just allow any Tom, Dick, or Jefferson to poke around up my ass.”

He moved away from her.

She turned to face him.

They considered each other in silence. “If you want anal sex, you’re going to need more than a weekend pass, Jeff.”

He sighed, visions of sliding his cock between her lovely dark cheeks and into her puckered anus teasing him. “I see.”

“Good.” She buttoned his shirt and ran her tongue along her lips. “Coffee?”

What he really wanted was to thrust his cock up her sweet looking ass, but he raked his hands through his hair, nodding. As she poured his coffee, he went back to the bathroom for another quick, cold wash. In the bedroom, he dressed quickly, his thoughts on Sharde and the unexpected turn their relationship had taken.

She was the last woman he had expected to find attractive. Yet sex with her went beyond just... sex. When he was inside her, he felt a sense of belonging–almost like coming home. During and after sex, it felt almost as if there was a more important and elemental connection between them. Something soft, warm, and nurturing in her reached out to touch and heal the hurt in him.

He supposed that’s why he found it almost impossible to keep his hands off her over the next few days. Each night he went to sleep with her in his arms. Each morning he woke eager to see her and to make love to her again.