Page 17 of Shelter for Sharla

It hit him like a runaway freight train?this was what he wanted, a relationship with another grownup where they had grownup sex and acted like grownups about it. Sex that didn’t feel like a business contract. Sex that wasn’t solemn or stiff or stuffy. Fun sex, sex where they laughed and whispered and talked about what they were doing with and to each other, and nobody was embarrassed. He liked it. And he wanted more.

Almost as though she could read his mind, she said, “Nowlet’s go to the bedroom. Come on.” Pushing him back until he broke free from her, she took his hands, dropped to the floor, and strolled off toward the bedroom, pulling him along as he struggled to keep up with his jeans and briefs still around his thighs. He was sure he looked ridiculous and he didn’t care. Matter of fact, he was almost laughing about it by the time they reached the bedroom.

But when they reached the bedroom, he breathed a sigh of pure bliss as he watched her turn her back to him, lift up her dress, and pull it up over her head and off. Sure enough, her ass was a beautiful heart-shaped thing, sloping just perfectly to curl up and join her thighs, and when she turned, naked and silent, toward him, he thought he’d never seen anything so beautiful in his life. The polo shirt came up and off over his head and as soon as he’d dropped his briefs and jeans, Sharla stepped up and ran a hand from his waist up his chest, threading her fingers through the dark hair there, until her hand reached his chin. She gripped it with a forefinger and thumb and smiled. “God, look at you,” she whispered up to him, a sly smile splitting her face. “All man. Muscles, dark hair, golden skin. Jesus, Carter, you could be a model, you know that?”

“Me? Nah. I’m just an ordinary Joe,” he whispered back and kissed her forehead.

“You’re a lot of things, but you’re not ordinary. You’re extraordinary.” Then she rose up on her tiptoes and softly swept her lips across his.

It took little more than an instant for Carter to lay her out on the bed and slide down her body. God, she smelled amazing, a heady mixture of soap, perfume, and arousal all rolled together to make his mouth water. Tonguing the nub he sought out in her slit, he sucked in a breath as she tugged his hair and flexed his hips ever so slightly to rub his hardening cock against the sheets. He wanted to fuck her right that minute, but he’d already decided she had to come. No way would he let her go unsatisfied again. As he concentrated on teasing her, he held her hips down so she couldn’t thrust and delighted in her cries of exasperation as her arousal increased. She was getting closer, closer, so much closer, and he stopped just long enough to crawl up between her thighs, rise up on his knees, and bury himself in her pussy. When he was deep inside her, he pressed down on her belly while his right index finger and thumb opened her slit and exposed her swollen clit to the air.

She cried out as he started to stroke. Watching her was amazing. Her hands roamed her own body, and he couldn’t believe how painfully arousing it was to watch her fondle her own nipples, pulling and tugging and twisting them. “God, babe,” he whispered down to her, “watching you… I wanna fuck you so hard.”

“Fuck me, Carter. I want you to fuck me over and over. Fuck me ‘til I can’t walk. I mean it. Own me. Make me your slut.”

No woman had ever talked to him that way during sex, and he loved it. Jesus, she made him ache! As she struggled to keep her climax at bay, he could feel her clenching and releasing around his cock, and he prayed she’d come soon so he could stroke into her. His hardness burned and throbbed, and he needed relief. She had to know that was what he was waiting for, and she didn’t seem to care. Or maybe she was teasing him. All he knew was that she was twitching and jerking all over, trying so hard to hold off, and all he really wanted was to feel her convulse around him.

And then she did. Her back arched, her fingers pulled her nipples out impossibly far, and she shrieked as the muscles in her belly rolled and twitched. “That’s it, baby. Come hard for me, girl. Ohhhh, my god, I’ve gotta fuck you. I can’t wait anymore.” As soon as his hand left her clit, he gripped her waist with both hands and banged into her.

Watching his cock move in and out of her was like an Oscar-winning film to Carter. His shaft glistened with her juices, and all he could think about was the next stroke. Listening to her crying out and begging him to fuck her was just the icing on the cake. He could feel himself getting closer, and when he pressed his hands to the back sides of her thighs and bent her double with her knees to her chest, she opened like a flower and he could see it all, every sacred inch of her femininity, every pink, hot, wet centimeter she had to offer. Still pressing her thighs downward, he pulled them together too, trapping her breasts between them to watch their fullness, making her tighter, so tight that he could barely breathe. Carter threw his head back, closed his eyes, and fucked her. He fucked her like he’d never fucked another woman, like she was the last woman on earth and he was going to wear that thing out. His balls ached. His shaft burned. He was a fucking machine, and this woman was taking it and giving it back to him in spades.

When he emptied into her, he felt like he’d single-handedly won the third world war or found the cure for the common cold or solved the problem of global hunger. He was powerful and invincible. His cock was throbbing and it hurt so damn good. By the time he caught his breath, he realized he hadn’t even taken a moment to check on her.

But he needn’t have worried. Sharla lay there, smiling up at him, and he felt a catch in his chest.Oh, shit, I’m so royally fucked, he told himself, because he knew the truth. He didn’t want this to be a fling, not something that was a two- or three-time deal and then he’d walk away. No, this was something he hadn’t had before, with a woman the likes of whom he’d never known before. Sharla Barker was the kind of woman he’d been looking for all along and never thought he’d find. “You okay, babe?” he asked as he gazed down at her, his dick still buried in her and her knees still up, legs wide open, and everything between her thighs wet.

“Yeah. I’m fine. And you look fucking hot kneeling between my legs like that, Carter. I mean, really. You’re such a fucking stud, babe.”

He couldn’t help it?he threw his head back and laughed. It wasn’t because what she’d said was funny, even though it was. It was from pure relief. My god, what a feeling! Pulling out of her, he dropped to the mattress beside her and pulled her up against him, his arms tight around her. “I bet you say that to all the sheriffs, don’t you?”

“Only the cute ones.” She kissed his chin lightly and his whole body warmed. When she burrowed her head into the side of his neck, he knew what it felt like to be a man. She didn’t know it yet, but SharlaBarker was going to be his. He wasn’t letting go. “How long can you stay?”

“Well, we know I have to be gone by the time the kids get back. What time is it?”

“It’s almost eleven.”

Carter pulled back and stared down at her in disbelief. “We’ve been fucking fortwo hours?”

Sharla laughed heartily. “Looks like it!”

“God, woman, it’s a miracle I’m not dead!” he barked, laughing with her.

“I know, right? I’m trying to wear you out. Is it working?”

He chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “No. I’m just getting started.”

“Good. I don’t want it to stop. Well, I mean, I know it has to stop tonight. I mean I don’t want it to stop ever. Wait?I don’t mean ever as in forever, I mean?”

“Shush. I know what you mean. It’s fine. I don’t want it to ever stop either.” Throwing his free arm up, he lay back on the pillow, his other arm cradling her against his body, and smiled up at the ceiling. Her skin against his was warm and soft, and he loved the sensation of her breath as it floated across his chest. If only they had all night…

“Carter?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.”

He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead before he asked, “For what?”

She let out a little sigh. “For helping me forget for just a little while.”

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