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Authors: Claudy Conn

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His kiss promised I would remember this time together, if I gave myself to him, forever.

It was a hello and good-bye kiss all in one.

I am good, really good at reading people in general, so reading his kiss was a blast of truth.

My kiss was meant to tell him it was all fine with me. I wanted this.
I needed this
. I was ready for some fun and had chosen him to give me that fun.

Breathless
. Our joining in that kiss left us both breathless, but he pulled up just enough to whisper and prove my instincts correct, “
I don’t stay
, Charlie. I don’t want you to misunderstand.
I like you
. I like everything about you, and I want you to the point where I am walking around with a hard-on that shouts your name, day and night.
But I don’t do relationships
.”

“What do you do?” I couldn’t believe I dared to ask.


I fuck
, Charlie … that’s all that this will be.
A really great fuck
,” he answered, and I saw the hunger in his blue eyes.

“I think I would like that …
to fuck
with no ties. It would be a new thing for me,” I answered.

He kissed me hard, as though my words engendered even more passion than what I’d already witnessed in him. When he let me up for air, I murmured, “No …
don’t stop
 …”

“I don’t mean to, Charlie, but I want to be sure you understand about tomorrow. There are
no
tomorrows.”

“I don’t care
 …
this
isn’t about tomorrow,” I whispered back. “This is about now.” Were those words mine? Who was the girl who said those words? I don’t do one-night stands. I hardly curse, I don’t
 …
I don’t … oh hot damn, he had my sweater off.

Bra—gone.

His hand cupped my breast, and his tongue was back against mine, taking me to the land of the burning and the free. He took me
to the now
,
where tomorrow didn’t exist.

His intensity was infectious as he removed his clothing and I removed my jeans. Why wasn’t I shy about this? I hadn’t been with anyone since John, but I wasn’t shy at all.

He kissed me throughout our undressing, and all at once he was naked.

He was so damn naked, and all I could do was stare at his package. I am talking huge. The man was seriously hung.

He was beyond anything I had ever imagined even existed. He was ripped. His six-pack looked like he worked out four hours a day. He was so perfect.

His cock was at full erection, wide and long and so obviously made for pleasuring a woman. I sucked up a long gulp of air and tried to send it down to my lungs, which were reaching desperately to receive that air.

He stroked my face and my neck with gentle fingers and whispered, “It’s okay, Charlie, breathe
 …
just breathe
 …”

How did he know I was about to hyperventilate?

He slowly singed my flesh at my neck with his skilled lips and teeth, nipping at me in the most erotic way. I had never dreamt sex could be like this.

Sex with John had always been
 …
friendly, and John had been my first. I suppose that was why we stuck it out together for so long.

Wade Devon made love to my body as though I was a goddess he was reveling in. He stroked me in slow degrees. His hands were everywhere, and everywhere he touched, I yearned and burned for more.

All at once, I was up in his arms like a babe, and he growled, “
Which way to your bed?

Oh no
 …
I had not made it this morning. “It’s a mess
 
…”
I managed to squeak out. Why did he always make me squeak like a pig? That thought made me giggle.

He grinned. “Do you think I give a shit?”

I pointed, he strode hard and fast, and when we got to my room, he took a look around and laughed. “It looks like what a teenage girl might put together, Charlie.” He laughed again, strode to the bed, and put me down gently on the crumpled sheet and blanket.

“Yeah, well, just moved my bedroom stuff from my home—now your home—here.” I looked up at him, and all I could see was that huge erection pointing straight at me. I gulped.

He turned and left me. I watched his very fine ass and felt my eyes open wide. What? Where was he going? Did my teenage room turn him off?

Relief flooded me when he reappeared with several small packages in his hand. He laid all but one on my little white nightstand. That one he laid near the pillow within easy reach. All I could do was lay there stiffly, unsure what next to do.

He climbed onto the bed and straddled me as I lay on my back staring up at him.

His hands worked my breasts, and he said, so low I almost didn’t hear him, “Your tits are exquisite
 …
so full
 …
and your nipples
 …
oh hell, Charlie, they have been begging for my lips since the first moment I got up close to you.” He bent and began doing delicious things to my nipples with his tongue and fingers.

I couldn’t stop myself from arching up, and I felt his hands cup my butt and bring me in. Everywhere he touched sparked a need for more touching.

His kisses made a sure path down over my breasts, then further to my belly, where he nibbled and licked. His hands moved under me, took my butt, and lifted me as he got his erection between my thighs. I bucked for it, wanted it.

I couldn’t believe I could be so abandoned with someone that was basically a stranger.

And then he moved back and lowered himself down even as he raised me up to meet his lips. I’d never had this done. Never. I’d heard my friends talk about it as wildly satisfying and always wondered.

Wade’s teeth began to nibble at my soft opening, his tongue began to work its magic there at my clit, and I dissolved into a reverie of squirms and moans and “Oh
 …
oh
 …
yes
 …
oh.”

He built me up to crescendo, and I knew I was ready to fly off the edge and hit the sun.

He murmured, “You are so damn delicious, hot and wet
 …
Charlie, I love the taste of you. Baby, yeah, baby, you were made for this
 …
made for a man
 …
for me
.”

He knew just what he was doing as he teased with his tongue, and then his finger found my spot and took me right to the pinnacle of the proverbial mountain.

I could hear my breathing, and it was ragged as I groaned out his name. I couldn’t stop the sounds that exploded from me. I’d never gone off so easily, so quickly, so completely. I was hitting a lot of firsts with him.

My entire body tingled as I shuddered, and I cried out something unintelligible even to me. I had no idea what I’d said, other than his name.

“Charlie, oh my good baby,” he whispered and kneeled over me watching my every shudder, touching and pulling on my nipples as I trembled with the satisfaction racing through my body.

I reached for his dick, now resting on my belly, and my body jerked with greedy wanting. I wanted to go off again, so I stroked him. My hand traveled its length before I began sliding it in motion, fast and faster as I watched his face. It was empowering to watch his pleasure at my touch.

He groaned over and over, and it was a hungry sound—a sound that excited me further. I got onto my knees, pushed him back onto the mattress, and began teasing his cock with little kisses, licking its substantial length, circling its width with my tongue and then taking it deep into my mouth and sucking hard.

He made an unintelligible sound as I sucked harder, faster and stroked him all the while, and I was surprised when he stopped me and reached for and produced a condom, slipped it on, and said, “Climb on, baby
 …
ride me,
ride me now
.”

That was exactly what I wanted to do. I wanted him inside.

I got into position, he reached up and took my breasts into his large hands, and all I could feel was wanton pleasure and wild need as I took his cock and rubbed it at my sex. He rammed into my wetness and rocked himself inside me while he moaned out my name.

He grabbed my butt then and slammed up and into me even as I came down on him and sheathed him deep inside me.

I rode him hard, and I went off again, almost immediately. My body felt as though it was shattering all around his hard cock.

“Oh, baby
 …
I can’t hold back
 …
any longer,” he said, and as he exploded deep within me, we clung to one another then, just clung, and then he pulled me in close and whispered, “We are going to do that in every way imaginable
 …
all night.
Are you ready?

I laughed. “If you are.”

He pulled me into him, and his mouth closed on mine.

Oh no
.
I suddenly realized I had gone too far. Somehow more than my body was responding to this big and capable man. It was my heart. Maybe I had fooled myself when I said I didn’t care about tomorrow, because just then, I did. I did care. My heart skipped a beat and whispered his name.

I couldn’t let my heart into this game, but was it too late to stop it?

 

 

 

~ Four ~

 

MY CLOCK READ 2:00 AM.

He was still there
—dead to the world, but still there. I couldn’t believe his stamina. Some of the sex had been wild and a bit rough, like when he put me onto my hands and knees and damn near rammed right through me. And, hell, I’d loved it. I exploded all around his hot, wet dick, and he just kept going.

The man was a sex god.

He knew how to please a woman—at least this woman—and he didn’t stop. He didn’t seem to want more than to please me, over and over, and he did.

I fell asleep when he pulled me into him that last time, and as I dozed off I felt his kisses cover my face, my neck, and then back to my cheeks and lips. I had been mildly surprised. They weren’t passionate kisses but sweet, affectionate ones.

Where had this guy come from? He was perfect—except for the fact that he was a confirmed ‘no relationship’ kinda guy. Maybe that was why he was perfect. He took care of the now and didn’t worry about the later.

I heard his heavy breathing, but I needed to get up and go to the bathroom, so gingerly, and I swear I didn’t make a sound, I slipped out of bed. I nearly jumped out of my skin when he said, his voice clear and demanding, “Where do you think you are going?”

“Where do you think,” I whispered.

“Come right back …” He seemed to have an endless supply of condoms. He held one up in the air and grinned like a young boy. “And put this one on me.”

I laughed. “I don’t know about you, but I need some sleep.”

“One more time tonight, and then we’ll sleep …” he coaxed.

I stopped and looked at him. “Are you always this demanding?”

He didn’t answer right away. I couldn’t see if he was frowning, and yet I kinda thought he was. Finally he said, “Look … I don’t want you to read anything into this, but to be honest, no, I have never wanted a woman as much, or ever enjoyed a woman as much as I am wanting and enjoying you and that delicious body of yours. Does that answer your question?”

Don’t read anything into it
, I repeated his words in my mind
.
Don’t
 …
because if you do, Charlie, you’ll start hoping for something that will never happen
.
This is your one-night stand, and if you’re lucky, maybe you’ll get another, but that is all he is about.
Remember, Charlie
.

He was standing up when I got back to the bedroom. His dick was already blanketed and standing at attention. He reached for my hand as he sat on a nearby chair and faced me away from him. “I am going to take you now, hard, really hard … want it, Charlie?”

I thought I was too exhausted, so I surprised myself when I said, “
Want it
.”

He pulled me down onto his lap as he held my waist and rubbed his cock along my bottom. Another first for me. He took my hips with his hands and worked his cock into me.

Aw hell, I was seeing a universe of stars. This man had moves.

I began a dance all over his hard cock because I was on fire and needing a long, cool drink of relief.

He reached around and held my breasts, his forefingers flipped my nipples until they were tender with sensation and, hot damn, he made me go off so fast, so easily, and it was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. Every inch of me tingled with relief, hot, earth-shattering relief. Every inch of me quivered with satisfaction.

He grunted with pleasure and worked himself until his flesh got taut and he went off deep, deep inside me.

He didn’t let me get off him but continued to jerk inside me, and that alone was pleasure.

He eased me up and off, turned me around to face him, took me into his lap, and kissed me long and sweetly. When he came up for air, he murmured, “I have some business to take care of tomorrow. But the next day you belong to me.”

“That would be Friday. No can do. I have plans.”

“Break them,” he said.

“Can’t. I promised my friend, my best friend, and some friends to join them. I won’t break my plans. It wouldn’t be right. Besides, I haven’t been able to see Dee that much lately, and I’m looking forward to it.” I saw his jawline set. He wasn’t used to getting refusals.

“Saturday then. I’ll pick you up at ten A.M. sharp. Plan on being gone all day.”

“Oh? Why, what are we going to do?”

“Besides fuck?” he said and grinned like a young boy. “
You’ll see.

“You know, you said no relationships. I assumed that means no dating …? Are you asking me out on a date?”

“If you need to label it, I suppose I am. Dating does not a relationship make, so we are still on safe ground,” he answered.

I didn’t like his answer, but at least he was honest. “Good,” I told him. “I don’t want to be bogged down with anything sticky.”

“You won’t be, baby. I promise, this
is all about the sex
. But sex can be had in many varied ways, and dating could be called foreplay. ” He didn’t seem to be certain as he said this.

“Have you always ‘dated’ the women you … er …”


No
,”
he answered immediately. “I make appointments for sex, not dinner, not a day at the beach, but a place to have sex.”

I felt my eyes open wide. “How do you manage that? Most women—”

“Are happy to play. Now, enough talk.” He lifted me up and carried me to bed. I was surprised when his arm went around me and pulled me in close.

I wouldn’t have taken him for a snuggler.

 

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