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"Last night was strictly about sex." Granted it was great, wonderful, please-my-pussy-like-no-other-cock-ever-has-or-ever-will sex. But still just sex.

"And nothing else?"

"Nothing else." I moistened my lips and lifted my chin. "If you think any differently, you're deluding yourself."

"Damn, Sherlyn. You've made your point."

"Good because you'd be foolish to think I have any romantic interest in you anymore. Whatever juvenile desires I felt for you, ended when I fell in love with Don. So—"

"Your current interest in me is strictly sexual! Point made and understood. I get it. There's no need to try to bust my balls by going on and on about what you no longer feel for me."

Surprised by the undercurrent of anger I heard it his voice, I tried to lessen the tension building between us by smiling. "I wouldn't dream of trying to damage your valuable equipment."

"I don't know if I like the tone this conversation has taken."

Clearly, he wasn't appeased. I shrugged. That was his problem. "It is what it is, Darkwater."

"Thomas, damn it."

"Fine! It is what it is, Thomas."

"Whatever the hell that means."

It meant he no longer had the luxury of thinking I was still in love with him. "It means—"

He shook his head. "Never mind what it means. You've made your point. Just don't be long or I'll come and get you."

I shrugged. "I might like that."

He smiled.

"Or I might not. Depends on my mood."

His smile vanished and he narrowed his gaze.

I walked into the bathroom feeling more confident than I'd ever expected to feel with him. Clearly, he'd enjoyed having me miserable and in love with him for years. Well those days were long gone. I was now in full possession of my heart. My lust was another matter. That belonged entirely, and for the moment, exclusively to him.

When I returned to the bedroom with a towel around my body, I found him lying on his back pumping his cock.

I stared at him, my heart thumping.
Let me do that, handsome.

"Take that towel off and come join me, sexy girl," he said, patting the bed beside him with his free hand.

I was glad he seemed in a better mood since I regretted behaving in a way he'd clearly considered busting his balls. Yes, I found him overconfident and arrogant, but I'd loved him just like that for years. Honestly, there wasn't much about him I would change even if I could.

I crossed the room and allowed the towel to fall at my feet at the end of the bed before climbing in to join him.

He reached out a hand to stroke my sore breasts. "Who are you seeing?" he asked.

I liked that he assumed I was seeing anyone but not that he thought I'd have slept with him while in a relationship with another man. "No one at the moment. And what tiny, silicone Barbie are you bedding?"

"What do you have against blondes?"

They kept you from me for as long as I've known you.
I shrugged
.
"They had everything I wanted."

"And what did you want, Sherlyn?"

"A tiny waist, a pretty face…"

"And?" He prodded.

I knew what he wanted to hear and I wasn't averse to saying it. "They had you and at the time, I wanted you," I admitted.

"At the time? And now?"

"And now I'm older and no longer in love with you."

He inhaled slowly before speaking. "I'm currently between lovers. And just so you know, I don't date skinny blondes exclusively."

"I've never seen you with any woman who wasn't skinny and blonde."

"That doesn't mean that's all I date. It just means it's all you've ever seen me date. You have to admit, we haven't seen much of each other for the last few years. I've dated many women who weren't blonde or thin."

I stared at him, surprised. "You have?"

"I have."

"But you prefer skinny blondes. Don't you?"

He shrugged. "I've dated a lot of them, but have never fallen in love with one."

I wasn't sure what to make of the turn the conversation had taken.

"I have no desire to talk about other women. You have my exclusive attention now." He slid his hand down to caress my pussy. "Since neither of us is seeing anyone special, there's no reason why we can't do this again and again. Is there?"

"None what so ever," I whispered and rolled onto my back, and parted my legs. I rubbed my pussy with one hand and brushed the fingers of the other along his groin.

"I like the way you think," he said and slipped between my thighs.

Feeling his warm shaft pressed along my slit, I stroked my hands down his back to his tight ass. How long would I be able to enjoy the sheer magic of this delicious intimacy with him? "You're already hard."

"I've been thinking of diving back into your pussy from the moment I woke up an hour earlier."

"You've been thinking and playing with yourself for an hour?"

"It was either that or dive bomb your pussy as you slept."

"Not that the need will arise, but for future reference, I don't like men who think they can take me while I'm asleep."

"The need will arise and for your future reference, I take what I want when I want it, girl. If I decide I want it badly enough, that would include your pussy."

I supposed I should have argued the point with him but I had other things on my mind—like the cock pressed against my body. And sometimes there was just nothing wrong with letting the man in your life have the last word even when he was wrong.

"You must be nice and hard by now."

"Rock hard. Want to test how hard I am?"

Damn right I did. Recalling the sheer madness of our conduct the previous night, I forced myself to be sensible before I surrendered to desire. "Do you have a condom?"

He brushed his warm lips against mine. "I have one left."

Thank God. I parted my lips and pressed a quick, warm kiss against his mouth.

"Want to use it?" he asked.

"Yes, oh yes, Thomas," I said, rubbing my pussy against him.

"Are you sure?"

I frowned. "Of course I'm sure."

"You don't sound totally sure and if you're not, we could live for the moment and go gloriously raw for real," he suggested, pressing the big pulsing head of his shaft at my entrance.

I tensed, longing to moan yes and welcome his bare shaft inside me.

He took advantage of my moment of weakness and pushed his cock into me.

I gasped.

Pressing his weight down on me, he pinned me to the mattress. Then, kissing my neck and shoulders, he gently moved his shaft slowly in and out of me. "I want to fuck you just like this, sweet girl."

"No," I moaned.

"Yes and when we both come, it will be inside your pussy. That would make a perfect start to the day following an almost perfect night."

My stomach muscles clenched and I swear I felt as if my entire body was on fire.
Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me raw. Do it. Take me as if my pussy is your exclusive property.
I pressed my hands against his shoulders. "I know I behaved like a complete nut last night but that's not happening today."

"Why not? Last night was almost perfect. Or don't you agree?"

I did but I wasn't going to admit it to him and give him ammunition to use against me and commonsense. "I've never had to live in fear after sex because I don't have it unless I'm as protected as possible. Last night notwithstanding, I do not have unprotected sex," I said in a warning voice.

He sighed. "Neither do I, but damn I ache to drill you raw."

Once upon a time when I was in love with him, I would have happily allowed that. But now this was all about deliciously safe sex. "Last night's madness was as close as you're going to come to that." I shoved against his shoulders. "Pull out of me, cover that sweet dick of yours and come give me a good morning fuck."

He cupped his hands over my hips and gave me another few thrusts of sheer bliss in the form of his bare shaft sliding ever so deliciously in and out of me. "Are you sure we can't go gloriously raw?" 

"I'm positive, Darkwater."

"I need your pussy just like this."

"No. You want it but you can't have it. Now pull out."

"I could change your mind."

I shook my head and gave him a resolute stare. "No you couldn't."

"You tempt me to prove I can."

"I'm not going to change my mind. If you refuse to pull out a second longer I'm going to view your refusal in a very bad light."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"I'd feel as if you'd be forcing yourself on me."

He stiffened, stilled his cock, and stared down at me. "You think I'd rape you? That is what you mean by force. Isn't it?"

"No. That was a bad choice of words."

He sighed. "Good. I need you to know I'd never willingly do anything to hurt you."

"I won't feel as if I'd been raped, but that doesn't change the fact that I want you to pull out. If you don't, I won't forgive you or forget your lack of respect for my feelings and wishes. I shouldn't have to ask you more than once. Now please pull out before we're both beyond commonsense."

"If you insist."

"I do." But only because I had to.

"Far be it from me to deny you anything you really want, Sherlyn."

What a joke. He'd been doing just that for years. "Pull out."

He eased out of me.

I sighed with a combination of relief and regret.

He lay still beside me for what felt like an hour.

I lay with my hands clenched into fists at my sides, disappointed and hurt that he was apparently a man who had to have his way or else.

He sighed before finally reaching for the condom that rested on the nightstand. He handed it to me. 

My hands trembled. After tearing it open, I kissed his cock and balls before rolling on the condom.

"Satisfied now?"

"I'll be satisfied when you stop talking and start fucking," I said annoyed by the irritation I heard in his voice.

He erupted into laughter. "Damn I had no idea you were so…"

"So what?" I asked cautiously.

"So damned sexy. You might not think you're pretty or attractive—"

"Do you think I'm either of those things, Thomas?"

"Maybe not in the traditional sense, but you're sensually beautiful."

"Finally. You've noticed," I said, using amusement to conceal how much his words touched me.

He laughed. "I would tell you I noticed long before now but I don't feel like arguing the point with you. Just know that long after most women's physical beauty has faded, your sensual beauty will be just as potent then as it is now…and just as irresistible."

Damn did he know how to make a nice recovery or what? "Oh, Thomas."

"Oh, sweet girl." He kissed my breasts and then slowly pushed his lovely big cock into my pussy.

I shivered. "Oh…"

"Damn," he groaned. "Your pussy feels so good…you feel good."

I tingled all over in anticipation of another wonderful fuck. "So does your cock."

He ground his hips against mine, allowing me to feel every wonderful inch of his shaft. "At the moment, it's your dick, sweet girl. All yours."

Although I generally object to being called girl, he made sweet girl sound like a cherished endearment. I smiled up at him. "Then give it all to me every hard, thick inch."

He pushed in deeper. "Like this, sweet girl?"

Oh. Fuck. "Yes. Just like that, Thomas. Oh…Thomas. Oh,…Yes. I love having you so deep inside me."

"And I love being inside you. So we're on the same page." He paused to kiss me before lifting his head to look down at me. "Let's stay on it for as long as possible."

Of course, that was his roundabout way of telling me what I already knew—this wouldn't last. "What do you mean?"

"You don't think I'm going to be satisfied with last night's and this morning's fuck, do you?"

"Aren't you?" I whispered in a bemused voice.

"No," he eased his shaft out and then slowly pushed back into me. "My cock is on fire for you. And so am I. Damn, girl, you make me burn like no other woman ever has."

"Really?"

"I've never needed to lie to get what I want. Yes, Sherlyn, really. I'm burning for you."

"Then let me put your fire out, handsome boy." Cupping my palms over his face, I urged his head down so I could taste his warm lips and grant him free access to my mouth.

He accepted the invitation, kissing me with a deep enjoyment and fucking me with slow, wonderful strokes that made my back arch and my toes curl.

Granted I'd only had a few lovers but I had a hard time believing any other man could feel as right and wonderful inside me as he did. I squeezed my vaginal muscles around him with a greedy hunger.

Oh God, he felt so good inside me. How was I ever going to give this and him up?

You will because you'll have to. He won't give you any choice. This is great but it's still just sex. Don't lose your grip on reality again. Despite what he says, you know this will not last.
Although the part of the old me who had loved him so deeply and desperately for so long ached at the reality of the situation, I had to face facts.

Even as he fucked me to another blistering climax, I knew at some point in the not too distant future he'd revert to type and want a skinny ass, silicone filled blonde in his bed. But until then or until I fell for someone else I was going to continue enjoying living for the moment with him and hope to God this sweet madness ended before he shattered my heart again.

After we'd both come, he removed the condom, positioned us both on our sides, spooned me, and slowly pushed his bare cock back inside me.

Oh God! I shuddered and struggled not to wiggle my hips or tighten my vaginal muscles or do anything that would encourage him to fuck me raw. Even though I'd never wanted anything more.

No matter how much you want it, you have to stop the madness of having him inside you without a condom.

He placed a hand on my belly and brushed his lips against my ear. "At this rate, you're going to wear me the fuck out," he said, sounding amused but satisfied.

I smiled. "I know the feeling. I need a quick nap."