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She moistened her lips. “Are you?”

He smiled. “I have from the moment I allowed you to catch me.”

“But ... you said you only wanted sex. Has that changed, Clay?”

He caressed her cheeks, his gaze tender. “Yes.”

Her heart racing, she swallowed. “It has?”

“You are extremely dense today. What part of yes are you having difficulty understanding, honey?”

“What ... does that mean?”

He laced his fingers through hers and rotated his hips against hers. “It means you are my woman and I'll be damned if I'm going to stand aside and let some black guy you think you want to marry take you from me.” He bent his head and pressed a long, warm kiss against her mouth. He lifted his head and gazed down into her eyes. “If your mythical black lover wants a black woman, he can get his own. You are mine.”

She linked her arms around his neck. “I'm feeling a little confused, so be careful about what you're promising, Clay. I might misunderstand what you're saying.”

“There's nothing to misunderstand. You're my woman and I'm keeping you. Surely there’s nothing unclear about that.”

“For ... how long?”

“Forever. Does that clear things up for you?”

She swallowed. “That's a long time.”

He shrugged. “It might just be long enough in a pinch.” He stepped back from her and took her hand. “Let's go to bed.”

In his bedroom, he quickly undressed them both. Taking her in his arms, he pressed his nude body against hers. She linked her arms around his neck. Swaying with him, she happily drowned in the endless, warm, arousing kisses he pressed against her parted lips.

Moving his big hands over her back and butt, he stroked his tongue between her lips, in search of hers. She moaned and wiggled her body, eager to feel the cock hardening against her stomach buried between her legs. Returning his kisses, she massaged and gently pumped him until he was rock hard.

She pulled her lips away from his and reached between their bodies to wrap her fingers around him. “I want you, Clay.”

He removed her hand from his now fully erect shaft. “You’re going to get me.” Instead of leading her to the bed, he led her to one of the chairs by his patio doors.

She cast him a quizzical look. “Clay?”

He placed his hands on her shoulders and bent her over the chair. “Kneel on the chair with your back to me and hold on,” he whispered against her ear.

She kneeled and gripped the back of the chair. “Clay, shouldn’t we go to bed?”

“No. I’m going to fuck you right here.”

Stepping behind her, he cupped her breasts in his hands and rained warm, soft kisses against her neck and shoulders.

She felt his thick length against her butt and shivered. “So who’s stopping you?”

He fingered her slit. “You’re wet and ready for me.”

“Yes.”

“Then part your legs for me, sweetheart.”

She loved when he ordered her to part her legs in that low, vibrant voice that commanded her obedience. She willingly gave it.

He gripped his cock and slid the head along her slick folds, sending waves of delight all through her.

“Oh, God, yes, Clay!”

“You’re my woman and I want you right now.”

“Yes. Right now, Clay.”

He moved forward until she felt his length sliding between her cheeks. Her heart raced and her lips parted. For one awful moment she thought he was going to thrust his bare cock into her ass without any lubrication.

She gave a small sigh of relief when his cock slid past her anus and came to rest between her legs. Her relief was short-lived. He gripped her hips and drew her backwards. She felt his cock pressing against her slit. While she enjoyed the sensation the contact generated, he shoved his hips forward.

She let out a surprised gasp, as he slid half his bare cock between her outer lips and into her pussy. She turned her head and looked at him, her heart pounding.

Still holding her hips, he stared down between their bodies, apparently fascinated by the sight of her half-impaled on his bare cock.

She wet her lips. “Clay, you’re only half way inside me, it’s not too late to pull out and put on a condom. It will only take a few moments and then you can be back inside me.”

“I’m inside you now and I’m staying there.”

“But, Clay --”

“No, Darbi. Don’t waste your time trying to talk me out of this. It’s too late. I’m staying inside you and when I come, I’m coming deep inside you.”

With that terse statement, he pulled her hips towards his, forcing the rest of his hard, thick, gloriously naked cock deep into her pussy.

“Oooh!” She closed her eyes and gasped as the wonderful sensations rippling through her body. It had been over seven years since she’d had a naked cock spearing her. “Oh, Clay. Clay, make love to --”

“Be quiet, Darbi. I don’t want to talk and I don’t want to make love. I just want to fuck you.”

She swallowed disappointment and gripped the back of the chair.

Leaning over her back, he cupped one hand over her breasts, slipped the fingers of his other hand inside her pussy. Rotating his hips, he nipped at her neck and fucked her with hard, deep thrusts, shooting his cock in and out of her with a speed and fury that gave her little time to enjoy what they were sharing.

Just as she experienced the telltale tightening of her belly that signaled the beginning of her climax, he groaned. Wrapping both arms around her waist, as if he expected her to try to get away from him, he thrust his length deep into her, and came, shooting jets of his seed deep into her unsatisfied pussy.

Darbi gasped, stunned, that for the first time in their relationship, he had taken his satisfaction without first seeing to hers. With him still inside her, she pressed her cheek against the back of the chair. Was this the beginning of the end of their relationship? Now that he’d fucked her without protection and come inside her, found he lost interest in her?

Breathing deeply, he released her waist and eased his cock out of her. When he backed away from her, she got off the chair. Keeping her gaze averted, she moved past him. As she bent to pick her clothes up from the floor, he caught her hand and turned her to face him.

“I know you didn’t enjoy that and I’m sorry,” he told her.

She heard the contrition in his voice and swallowed the urge to cry. She was old enough to know that sooner or later, every man thought of his own satisfaction first. Some men did it on a regular basis. He’d only done it once. There was no need for her to go to pieces. After a warm bath and maybe a brief cry, she’d be fine.

She shrugged. “It’s all right. I just need to go. I’ll call you later.”

“You’re not going anywhere, Darbi.” He squeezed her hand and led her to the bed.

She shook her head. “No, Clay, I --”

Placing his hands on her shoulders, he pushed her onto the side of the bed. When she sat, he kneeled in front of her with hands on her thighs. “Part your legs for me, sweetheart.”

She hesitated. “Clay, I don’t think --”

His hands tightened on her thighs. “Don’t think, Darbi. Just do I ask.”

“Clay --”

“Do it, Darbi.”

She moistened her lips and slowly parted her legs.

He smiled and spoke to her in a soft voice. “That’s my beautiful, sexy, forgiving woman.” He bent his head, touching his tongue to her clit.

She shivered and allowed her legs to part further.

He lifted his head and looked up at her. “It’s time to enjoy my favorite dessert. Move closer to the edge of the bed and place your legs over my shoulders.”

Balancing on the edge of the bed, she slipped her legs over his shoulders and sighed with anticipation as he bent his head to her pussy. She stroked her fingers through his hair. “Oh, Clay, I should have known you wouldn’t leave me unsatisfied.”

“Never,” he whispered. He eased a finger into her anus and buried his lips between her legs.

Within minutes of his tongue and mouth touching her, she collapsed against the bed, quivering in ecstasy as she came. “Oh, Clay, you have a wicked tongue.”

He laughed softly. Rising, he placed her legs on the bed, parted them, lay over her, and thrust his cock into her.

“Oh, my God!” She moaned and wrapped her arms and legs around his body. They enjoyed a leisurely fuck. This time he was careful to shower her with demanding kisses and warm caresses. And this time, he made sure she came first before he clutched her tight under his tense body and jetted his seed deep into her.

As he lay shaking on top of her with his lips against her ear, he spoke in a soft, almost humble voice. “Am I forgiven?”

She held him close, stroking her hands down his back to his ass and answered without hesitation. “I would -- had you done anything requiring my forgiveness.”

He sighed and settled against her. Although his weight was uncomfortable on her, she didn’t protest. She bore it until he finally rolled off her and onto his side.

“Let’s shower.”

She nodded and they rose and went into the bathroom together. He had a large, custom-made Jacuzzi tub. She lay on top of him with her breasts pressed against his chest, kissing and nipping at his shoulder.

Although his cock was buried deep in her, he was content to hold her ass in his hands and occasionally give her a few, gentle, brief strokes that didn’t require either of them to come.

They dozed together with the warm jets of water washing over them. When they woke, they showered, and returned to his bedroom. He pulled on a pair of shorts over his nude body.

She reached for her clothes.

He took them from her and placed them on his bed. He went to one of his walk-in closets and returned with a sweatshirt. “Wear this.”

She held it against her body. “This is just barely going to cover my ass.”

He grinned. “That’s the idea. We’re alone here, why hide one of your most alluring assets?”

“Hmmm.”

“Hmmm.”

She slipped it over her body. It fell just an inch or so below her butt. “What did I tell you?”

“It’s perfect. I’m hungry. What about you?”

“Starving. What do you have on hand?”

He shrugged. “I have no idea. Mrs. Martin shows up and keeps the cabinets and refrigerator stocked.”

“Is that your cleaner?”

“Housekeeper ... sort of. She doesn’t actually clean anything. There are two other women who do that, but she sorts of supervises things so that everything runs smoothly, the place is always clean, and I don’t starve if I actually decide to eat at home occasionally. And I never have to worry about tripping over her or the cleaners.”

“Hmmm. Well, let’s go to the kitchen and see what we can find to eat.”

“We could order something and have it delivered.”

She shook her head, eager to try out his kitchen. He sat at the island in the middle of the room while she scrambled some eggs, made hash browns, wheat toast, and fried turkey bacon.

After they ate and put the dishes in the dishwasher, they went to his rec room. He had an oversized leather recliner he’d had custom made. He turned on a smooth jazz CD and they cuddled in the recliner.

For a while she was content just to lie against his, smiling as he absently caressed her. The day that had started out so miserably was turning into something completely different. She recalled the fuck in his bedroom on the chair without a condom and knew they needed to talk.

“Clay? I know this conversation is a love scene ... actually it’s two love scenes late, but --”

“Two love scenes?” He tipped up her chin. “Only people in love make love, everyone else has sex.”

That was a strange thing to say considering he’d used the term a number of times.

“Are we in love with each other, Darbi?”

If he had to ask, clearly he wasn't in love. He hadn't even cared enough to question her about Jamal. She pushed his hand away from her chin and stared straight ahead. “That's not what I want to talk about. I want to know how you feel.”

“How I feel about what?”

“Kids. I know we should have had this conversation before you came in me, but I want to know. Do you want them?”

“That depends.”

“On?”

“It would have to happen fairly quickly.”

“Why?”

“I’m not getting any younger and I don’t want to wait much longer if I’m going to be a father. I don’t want to have any kids that I can’t be a full-service dad to. Plus, the mother would need to be a woman who could understand how I feel about marriage.”

She sighed. “But, Clay, don't you think any kid you'd have would feel more secure and loved knowing her parents loved each other and her enough to make the commitment to marry each other?”

“Not if she or he grew up in a loving environment.” He turned her chin and looked at her. “Despite what you might think about their relationships, both my parents are committed to their lovers. Neither Damien nor Amber felt any lack of love growing up with them. Neither did I.”

She lowered her head and stared in the direction of the TV hung on the wall in front of them. “Fine.”

He tipped up her chin again. “Is that question your way of telling me you want to have a baby with me?”

“I want kids. I told you that, but not under the circumstances you want them. And I don't have to have them with you, Clay.”

“The hell you don't! If you think I'll believe for one minute you want any other man to father your kids, you're only fooling yourself.” He caressed her cheek and pressed a quick kiss against her lips. “I'd love to father your kids, Darbi. I promise they will feel loved ...” He took a deep breath before going on. “And so will you.”

Her heart raced. She stared at him. “Loved? You mean you ... do you?”

He nodded. “I can't ever remember feeling like this with anyone else, so I think I do.”

She linked her arms around his neck and closed her eyes, pressing her cheek against his shoulder.

“What about you, Darbi?”

“I ... I think I might love you too.”

He kissed her hair. “Then it's settled. We'll have a baby ... maybe two together.” He tipped up her chin and gazed down into her eyes. “And I will make sure you both or all know how much I love and adore you. Can you deal with that?”

Like she had a choice? She nodded. “I ... I'll try.”