Sunday, September 17, 2006

Sample Saturday continued

Warning: For anyone offended by sex stop reading right now.

Making love with Bella was wrong. She deserved love, marriage and babies. He couldn’t be the man to give her those things. Desire pulsed through him tightening every muscle and settling with cruel weight in his groin.

“You’re waiting for Mr. Right and the ring and all that?”

She shook her head. “No.” Her voice huskier, almost croaky. “I’m never marrying.”

“Why the hell not?”

The words erupted from his mouth. He hadn’t planned any of this and he was a man who planned everything.

“I’m a Williams.”

She said it as if she’d given him a complete explanation.


An impossibly soft shoulder shrugged. “We don’t marry.”

Her eyes moved between his face and his groin. Every glance a lick thickening his cock and thinning his control.

She toyed. Tracing the rim of his belly button with wary fascination.

A moment of insane discipline gripped him. He captured her hand and held it against his chest.
The button fly of his Levis was taut. He hoped to hell they held.

After his heart settled back to the three hundred meter dash mark, he re-opened the discussion. “If Williams women don’t marry, how to you keep the line going?”

Bella scooted up the bed barricading her nudity behind a fluffy pillow. Derrick contented himself with the obstructed view as he waited for an explanation that made sense.

“The usual way.” Bella informed him tilting her chin up a notch.

“The usual way involves a man.” Derrick focused determinedly on her eyes.


Not flattering, but true enough.

“Come here.” He held out his arm. Amazingly, she abandoned her pillow trusting him with her body.
“You’re driving me crazy.”

“Truly?” Doubt creased between her brows.

“Swear to God.”

“It’s not just the boobs?”

“They’re first rate. He admitted - pretending to think it over. “Nope, not it’s not just the boobs. It’s the bottom too and the legs.”

Her lips pouted and he punished them with his mouth giving her a tongue-lashing she’d learn to respect. And crave with any luck.

He unbuttoned his jeans. Shucked them. .

Lowered himself slowly, he covered her body with his. Carefully he kept most of his weight off her. Gently he nudged her thighs apart. Settled.

Though slick from her earlier climax, she was tight. He pushed the head of his cock into her slippery heated core. Her inner muscles, surprisingly strong and silky, clamped around him. He thrust into her. Stilled.

She froze beneath him.

“Don’t move.” He warned through clenched teeth.

Bella bucked her hips, angling for more contact or trying to unseat him?

God help him, every moment brought him closer to climax. .

“Do you want me to stop?” He wasn’t sure he could.

“It doesn’t feel good.” Her voice was small – apologetic.

He felt like an animal. He was an animal. The animal’s balls tightened.

She bucked.

Animal sounds roared from his throat. He lost control thrusting. Once. Twice. Heart pounding, muscles knotting, cock spurting.

He levered his torso off her enough to see her averted face. Tear tracks stained the cheek he could see.

He pushed from her severing their intimate connection. Bella curled into a ball. He ignored his wants stroking her back.

She shuddered. “I thought I’d like it.”

Her disappointment was humbling. Derrick knew a dozens ways to pleasure a woman. What had he done? Thrust into her like a rutting bull.

What happened to his code of conduct? Cracked with first kiss. Shattered with an irresistible urge to taste her. The shards scattered with his honor. Everything he believed blown away in few minutes of unimagined-impossible-to-deny desire.


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