Wait! Please."
He turned with his hand on the doorknob. "Yes?"
"I can't let you drive drunk."
"I'm far from drunk," he said.
I wasn't convinced. "I'd feel better if you stayed."
"And sleep where?" He glanced towards the living room. "I'm too tall to sleep comfortably on your sofa and I've grown too accustomed to comfort to consider sleeping on the floor."
"You can sleep in my bed," I said.
His gaze locked with mine. "And where are you planning to sleep?"
I moistened my lips and lowered my gaze to his mouth. "My bed is big enough for both of us."
He arched a brow.
"Before you get the wrong idea, I'll expect you to keep your briefs on and your hands to yourself."
"You say that as if you think I can't do that," he said in a cool voice.
I wanted sex with him that night. Needless to say, I was counting on his inability to control himself. "Then there shouldn't be any problem," I said and left him at the door. With my heart pounding, I went into my bathroom where I undressed. After hesitating for several moments, I slipped on my favorite cotton nightie that fell just below my knees and had been made for comfort and warmth rather than tempting a lover.
When I emerged from the bathroom, I found Darkwater lying on my bed. Although he wore his boxer briefs, I saw the clear outline of his cock. He was at least semi-erect. My pussy pulsed and my heart pounded. And oh, God, I wanted to feel his big body pinning me to the bed seconds before I felt his cock powering deep inside me.
I crossed the room. After turning off the bedside lamp, I slipped into bed. Lying on my side with my back to him, I waited and prayed he would reached for me.
He didn't and after five minutes or so, I closed my eyes on a stream of silent tears. He must know I wanted him. Hell, I'd admitted earlier in the night that I wanted sex. So why the hell didn't he instigate it? Did he want me to humiliate myself by begging for it? Well, I wasn't going to. I closed my eyes and struggled to fall asleep.
Just as I started to drift off, I felt him shift in the bed. Seconds later, his warm lips brushed my ear and nape. A big hand cupped my breasts.
With a rush of relief and need overwhelming me, I turned onto my back, and eagerly stroked my hand down his abs to his groin. I pushed my hand inside his briefs. Finding him fully erect, I parted my legs.
He slipped between my thighs and pressed his full weight on me.
I felt his cock pressing against my thigh. Oh, lord. Yes. Yes. Even though I would have probably been sexually satisfied sleeping with Shane, sex with Darkwater would always be the standard by which all other encounters were judged.
Pinning me to the bed, he bent his head to brush his mouth against mine.
I parted my lips and rubbed myself against his groin.
He kissed me slowly, deeply, pressing his tongue in my mouth while grinding his hips against me until I felt on fire with the need to feel his fully erect shaft sliding inside me. I tore my lips away from his just as he shifted his body.
I reached inside his briefs and eased his cock out. He pushed my nightshirt up above my breasts. Moments later, I gasped and shuddered with joy as he slowly pushed his hard length deep into my pussy—where it belonged and would always be welcome.
There was no feeling in the world to rival the joy I felt having him inside my body. Once he was fully seated inside me, he lay still, taking slow deep breaths with his lips pressed against my neck. He trailed his mouth down to whisper something in my ear.
I didn't hear it and really didn't care what he'd said. All I cared about was having my pussy full of his bare cock. I slid my hands around his body to clutch his ass. "Fuck me," I whispered.
"No," he said, his voice brusque. "We can fuck later. First we make love."
That's what we did. And it was the best sex of my life. Each slow, foray deep into my pussy, accompanied by his warm, insistent mouth and tongue raining sweet, moist caresses on my face, neck, and
He turned with his hand on the doorknob. "Yes?"
"I can't let you drive drunk."
"I'm far from drunk," he said.
I wasn't convinced. "I'd feel better if you stayed."
"And sleep where?" He glanced towards the living room. "I'm too tall to sleep comfortably on your sofa and I've grown too accustomed to comfort to consider sleeping on the floor."
"You can sleep in my bed," I said.
His gaze locked with mine. "And where are you planning to sleep?"
I moistened my lips and lowered my gaze to his mouth. "My bed is big enough for both of us."
He arched a brow.
"Before you get the wrong idea, I'll expect you to keep your briefs on and your hands to yourself."
"You say that as if you think I can't do that," he said in a cool voice.
I wanted sex with him that night. Needless to say, I was counting on his inability to control himself. "Then there shouldn't be any problem," I said and left him at the door. With my heart pounding, I went into my bathroom where I undressed. After hesitating for several moments, I slipped on my favorite cotton nightie that fell just below my knees and had been made for comfort and warmth rather than tempting a lover.
When I emerged from the bathroom, I found Darkwater lying on my bed. Although he wore his boxer briefs, I saw the clear outline of his cock. He was at least semi-erect. My pussy pulsed and my heart pounded. And oh, God, I wanted to feel his big body pinning me to the bed seconds before I felt his cock powering deep inside me.
I crossed the room. After turning off the bedside lamp, I slipped into bed. Lying on my side with my back to him, I waited and prayed he would reached for me.
He didn't and after five minutes or so, I closed my eyes on a stream of silent tears. He must know I wanted him. Hell, I'd admitted earlier in the night that I wanted sex. So why the hell didn't he instigate it? Did he want me to humiliate myself by begging for it? Well, I wasn't going to. I closed my eyes and struggled to fall asleep.
Just as I started to drift off, I felt him shift in the bed. Seconds later, his warm lips brushed my ear and nape. A big hand cupped my breasts.
With a rush of relief and need overwhelming me, I turned onto my back, and eagerly stroked my hand down his abs to his groin. I pushed my hand inside his briefs. Finding him fully erect, I parted my legs.
He slipped between my thighs and pressed his full weight on me.
I felt his cock pressing against my thigh. Oh, lord. Yes. Yes. Even though I would have probably been sexually satisfied sleeping with Shane, sex with Darkwater would always be the standard by which all other encounters were judged.
Pinning me to the bed, he bent his head to brush his mouth against mine.
I parted my lips and rubbed myself against his groin.
He kissed me slowly, deeply, pressing his tongue in my mouth while grinding his hips against me until I felt on fire with the need to feel his fully erect shaft sliding inside me. I tore my lips away from his just as he shifted his body.
I reached inside his briefs and eased his cock out. He pushed my nightshirt up above my breasts. Moments later, I gasped and shuddered with joy as he slowly pushed his hard length deep into my pussy—where it belonged and would always be welcome.
There was no feeling in the world to rival the joy I felt having him inside my body. Once he was fully seated inside me, he lay still, taking slow deep breaths with his lips pressed against my neck. He trailed his mouth down to whisper something in my ear.
I didn't hear it and really didn't care what he'd said. All I cared about was having my pussy full of his bare cock. I slid my hands around his body to clutch his ass. "Fuck me," I whispered.
"No," he said, his voice brusque. "We can fuck later. First we make love."
That's what we did. And it was the best sex of my life. Each slow, foray deep into my pussy, accompanied by his warm, insistent mouth and tongue raining sweet, moist caresses on my face, neck, and
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