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"Sherlyn…Yes. Oh, my sweet, sweet girl, yes, and yes again," he whispered and kissed me into silence.

I froze, afraid that if I moved a muscle, he'd fuck me raw. If he did, I knew I wouldn't be able to convince him to pull out of me before he came. Hell, if he did, I wasn't sure I'd have the strength or desire to ask him to pull out.

He trailed his lips from mine to my ear. "Don't worry, sweet girl. Even though I'd give almost anything to do it, I'm not going to fuck you raw."

"You're inside me raw."
With cum on your cock that can find its way to places it shouldn't.

"I just want to lie here inside you feeling your pussy juices coating my cock. I won't fuck you." He turned his head and kissed me again.

And damn if I didn't put my arms around him and kiss him back.

Thankfully, he was a man of his word. After several minutes of lying inside me, he finally rolled off me and reached down to help me to my feet.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

I'd never been more all right and probably never would be again. I nodded.

He slipped his arm around my waist and walked me to the bed.

We tumbled onto the mattress together.

After briefly pinning me under his big body and kissing me breathless, he slipped behind me and spooned his body against my back with one hand on my breasts and the other possessively cupping my pussy as if he owned it. Well, he did, but only for the moment.

"Damn, that was good."

"Good pussy?"

"The best," he said, gently caressing and stroking said pussy.

When I turned my head, he kissed me.

Sighing with pleasure and feeling a level of contentment that was frighteningly complete, I dozed off. However, I didn't sleep for long. We fucked twice more during the night. For our second fuck, he lay on is back and I climbed on top of him and took his cock in my mouth while pushing my pussy down on his face.

While I sucked him, he ate me to a delicious climax. I enjoyed being eaten so much that when he came, I kept his shaft in my mouth and swallowed as much of his seed as I could. Afterwards, we cuddled and kissed. I got off on tasting my pussy on his lips and tongue knowing he tasted his cum on mine.

Later, we fucked on a chair with me sitting on his lap, riding his cock with all the pleasure and gusto of a woman who'd finally landed her dream man in the sack.

Each time felt more intense and enjoyable. During each intimacy, he whispered to me and held me as if I were the sweetest fuck he'd ever had. And I think I just might have fallen a little tiny bit back in love with him for making me feel so damned irresistible.

When we finally fell into each other's arms after our third fuck, I was the one removing his condom, and sliding my pussy onto his cum-covered cock. What a heavenly feeling. Lying on top of him, I kissed his lips and ground myself against him while squeezing my vaginal muscles.

He stiffened under me and gripped my hips. "If you're not interested in going really raw, stop grinding your pussy on my bare cock," he warned.

I was so mentally high on finally being in a position I'd so long ago given up hope of ever being in, I was reckless. "What if I don’t want to stop?" I countered, lifted my hips and then slowly pushed myself balls deep on his beautiful, pussy-pleasing shaft. "What if I love feeling your bare cock moving in and out of me?"

He tightened his grip on my hips, hurting me. "You've been warned. Keep this shit up and I'll roll you over on your ass and fuck you until you can't stop coming. And when I come, I'm not pulling out. I'm going to thrust my cock as deep into you as I can. And I'll keep it there ensuring every drop of cum is buried too deep in your pussy to trickle out."

Although his words sent a jolt of lust through me, they also acted as a wakeup call. I reluctantly stilled the movement of my hips but kissed him again.

Relaxing under me, he cupped his hands over my ass and kissed me back.

"Thank you," he whispered when we broke apart to breathe.

"For what?" I asked sleepily.

"For sharing the best pussy in the world with me."

"You're just saying that because it's true," I said, feeling so damned happy it was almost scary.

He laughed and gently paddled my ass. "It is true. I've never been in a sweeter pussy."

What a lovely way to end a perfectly magical night of mind-numbingly great sex.

We lay like that until he slipped from my pussy. Then I burrowed into his arms.

He drew me close and kissed me.

Oh. Nice. So nice. I drifted to sleep feeling happy and content.

Chapter Four

Thomas Darkwater

Long after Sherlyn fell asleep in my arms, I lay awake unable to sleep. Although I'd never been more sexually satisfied, I'd also never felt more emotionally unsettled. What the hell had happened to the shy sweet girl and later woman who had looked at me with such wonder and love in her eyes? Where was the woman who had made me secure in the knowledge that no manner how many relationships ended badly there was still one sweet woman in the world who had loved and adored me for years? Who the hell was this ballbuster lying in my arms and why was she so determined to rub my nose in the fact that she no longer felt anything real for me?

Granted I'd probably hurt her in the past, but it had been unintentional. Whenever we met, I'd gone out of my way to be pleasant but impersonal. I'd never given her a reason to think I might share her interest. And I had spent years avoiding her because I knew how she felt and didn't want to do anything to hurt her.

I glanced in the direction of her nightstand where
his
picture held the place of honor. Even dead, I still disliked his ass. I inhaled slowly. When she got engaged, the relief I'd expected to feel never materialized. Instead, when I knew she really was in love with him, I felt almost as if I'd lost something intangible but priceless that I could never hope to replace. I felt lost. The unnatural relief I experienced at his tragic and unexpected death shamed me and kept me from offering her the support I suspected she wanted from me. I tried to atone for not being there for her by sending roses and sending her and Amber on exotic vacations. 

While I was aware my lack of support had disappointed her, I'd struggled with my inclinations but had ultimately done the decent thing with her. I knew a number of men who would have taken advantage of her feelings and slept with her knowing she'd end up hurt when it was over. I had resisted that very urge for years. And what did I get for all my efforts? Treated like a damned piece of meat good for only one thing—giving her a cheap, living for the moment thrill while she waited for another Don to come along.

Fuck that. I hadn't used her and she sure as hell was not going to use me while she waited to fall in love with another man. We'd have our fling because it was what we both wanted and needed after years of resisting our desire for each other. But I would not make the mistake of falling for a woman who thought my only value lay between my legs.

She murmured in her sleep and pressed closer.

Feeling her beautiful breasts against my chest, I inhaled quickly but resisted the urge to caress her. I needed to get a grip on what I felt since she clearly felt nothing more than lust for me. Damn. That knowledge stung like hell but it helped me keep things in prospective.

Having enjoyed passion with her, I couldn't and wouldn't walk away from her until I had to. Nevertheless, when this fling was over, it was over. I would quickly move on to another woman with no regrets and I would not look back.

* * *

Sherlyn

When I woke some time before dawn, I turned from my back to my side, opened my eyes, and found myself looking into Darkwater's eyes. What a thrill to wake up naked in bed with him and find his dark, desire-filled gaze locked on me. Holy happiness.

But when recalling my wanton and sexually irresponsible behavior of riding his bare cock the night before, I blushed. If he hadn't been strong enough for both of us, we'd have fucked raw and I would now be mortified. What must he think of me? "Hi," I said, feeling apprehensive.

As he had so often the previous evening, he seemed so in tune with me that he knew when I needed reassurance. He smiled. "Hi yourself, my sweet, sweet girl. There's no need to feel shy or have any regrets for anything that happened last night. We're both single adults who wanted to spend the night with each other."

Wanted was not a strong enough term to convey what I felt or what the previous night with him had meant to me.

He caressed my cheek. "Let's face it, we were overdue."

"You keep saying that. What do you mean?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Not to me."

"You want me to spell it out, Sherlyn?"

"I need you to spell it out."

"Okay. I regret all the missed opportunities over the years."

"You do?"

He nodded. "You have no idea…"

"I would if you tell me."

He sighed. "I'm talking about the countless times when I might have gotten to know you better. Instead, I wasted them with other women; many whose names I don't even remember now. None of them mattered."

Sadly, neither had I. With that knowledge, I bit back the urge to ask if he'd say the same thing about me when he was with another woman.
Last night was strictly carnal. It was about sex. No matter what he says or implies, if you dare to believe differently you're going to find yourself back in love with him and in for a world of hurt that will be worse this time because you know how wonderful sex with him is.

"Last night was intense and so damned good it's hard to describe just how good it was," he said.

I nodded, feeling my cheeks burn at the memory of how lustily I'd ridden his cock. "It was a little surreal." Not to mention totally shameless on my part.

"But in a good way."

Oh hell yes.

He leaned over to kiss me before sliding his lips across to nibble my ear while he reached down to cup my pussy. "Damn, I had no idea how sweet you were. If I had, last night would have happened years ago."

If he thought that made me feel better, he was wrong. It just made all the pain I'd endured because I loved him seemed senseless. "In your inflated dreams, Thomas."

He laughed and slapped my ass. "Let's not go back to last night's nonsense. You wanted me to fuck you as much as I wanted to fuck you. We were on the same page last night and it read like the sweetest story ever told."

True, but I didn't like him pointing out the fact that I'd been shamelessly eager to be fucked. "Or so you imagine, Thomas," I said.

"Oh. So I imagined your pleasure and how hard you came on my cock?"

I blushed. Bastard. Pushing his hand away from my butt, I slipped out of bed.

He reached out to slap my ass again.

"Hey! Watch it!"

"Where are you going, sweet cheeks?" he asked, sliding a finger down my back to rest in my ass crease before slipping into my pussy.

I trembled. The wonder of enjoying such a sweet intimacy with him was still so new, that every touch and caress thrilled. "To the bathroom," I said, pushing his hand away.

After a moment's hesitation when I wildly looked around for my clothes to slip over my naked body, I turned and walked across the room.

"Nice big ass you've got there, girl," he said.

Smiling, I swung my hips from side to side. "Glad you like it, boy."

"Oh, girl, I do. I like it a lot."

I turned to look at him. "Careful," I warned. "You don't want to risk saying too much."

"Why don't I?"

I shrugged. "I might decide to fall for you again."

"Really?" He allowed his gaze to slide slowly over my naked body.

I resisted the instinctive urge to cover myself with my hands. Yes, I was thick with a belly that had never been flat, but he'd left me in no doubt that he had enjoyed touching, kissing, nipping, and licking every single inch of my thick body.

I nodded. "So I suggest you watch what you say and choose your words carefully."

"You think having you fall for me again would bother me?"

"It always did in the past."

"So you say."

"So I know."

He looked at my pussy briefly before meeting my gaze again and shrugging. "Let me guess. If I tell you differently you wouldn't believe me."

"I know what I know."

"Maybe so, but you don't know half of what you think you do."

I lifted my chin.

He sighed. "In any case, it would be familiar territory for us both. I'm sure I could handle it again."

Remembering the anguish of loving him and knowing when I did see him again, he'd look through me as if I weren't even there, my temper rose. "Well, I couldn't, you vain bastard," I said and looked around for something to toss at him.

He shook his head and rolled onto his stomach. "Careful, girl, you don't want to damage the family jewels do you?"

"No," I admitted, softening as I thought of the blissful night we'd shared.

He rolled onto his back and met my gaze. "That didn't come out quite as I planned. I don't want you to think I was unmindful or uncaring of your…of how uncomfortable things were for you before you met Don."

Just when I thought he was a worthless bastard with nothing to recommend him but his sexual prowess, he said something like that.
Careful, Sher. Careful. You cannot fall in love with him again.

"We should probably talk and clear the air between us before we're intimate again," he said softly after studying my expression.

God only knew what he'd seen in my gaze. I lowered my lids.

"We need to talk," he said again.

What was there to talk about? He'd just admitted that I'd suffered needlessly for years. I shook my head. "Not necessary. I told you, I'm so over you."

"Really?"

"Yes, Darkwater, really."

He sighed. "You're back to Darkwater. We're regressing instead of moving forward this morning."

"Whatever."

"Whatever? If that's how you feel, what was last night about?"