Page 16 of Shelter for Sharla

It took him two seconds flat to lift her to perch on the edge of the kitchen table, and by the time he dragged her panties down, he was so hard that he could barely squat to pull off her shoes and rid her of everything below her waist. He started to thank her for wearing a dress to make things easier when he realized she’d planned the whole thing. She wanted him. God, that was so fucking awesome. Most women ran away from him. Nobody wanted to be a cop’s girlfriend or wife, but this woman seemed to have no problem with it. When he rose back to his feet, she grabbed his belt and unbuckled it, then worked on the button of his jeans, followed by his zipper. Her fingers were mesmerizing, and he watched them, his eyes hungry to see his own hard manhood, to know it was ready to take her and give her what she’d obviously been thinking about ever since the night before. No waiting?he unceremoniously thrust two fingers into her pussy and smiled at the wetness he found there. “Been thinking about this long?” he asked, grinning at her.

“Ever since you walked into the bar last night. I almost asked you to fuck me in the back seat of my car.”

“You need to know that women never come onto me like this,” Carter said, slipping his fingers out of her, holding them in front of her face, and licking them slowly to watch her squirm.

She let out a little laugh, a chirpy little thing that made his heart quiver. “I don’t understand that. Men in uniform are sexy as hell.”

He pressed his jeans and boxer briefs downward until his steely shaft sprang free, and he groaned as her hand wrapped around it. “I’m not wearing a uniform,” he pointed out.

“You were the first time I met you,” she argued, her hand sliding up and down his length. Her strokes were solid and she was gripping him tightly enough to fill his vision with stars. “Do you want me, Carter?”

“I do.” He attacked her mouth, his tongue stroking into hers, lashing against her tongue, hands roaming her body until he found the zipper on the front of her dress and pulled it downward. To his delight, she was wearing a front-clasped bra, and he snapped it apart, ran his hands across the top of her collarbone, and pressed her dress and bra straps backward.

His reward was two full, heavy breasts, their hard, dark nipples pointing slightly upward. A college buddy had taught him something that he’d never forgotten:Stare at a woman’s tits. If you stare long enough, it embarrasses her a little, and that makes it easier to fuck her. An embarrassed woman will want to please you. It works, Carter, trust me. It always had. To his surprise, as he stared, she squeezed her shoulder blades together and thrust her breasts forward. “Like what you see?” she asked, her tone haughty, and Carter was impressed. She wasn’t the least bit embarrassed. Matter of fact, she seemed proud.

“Oh, yeah. Beautiful. Can’t wait to suck ‘em,” he said, kissing her again. “Nip ‘em,” he added as he nuzzled the side of her neck. “Pull ‘em,” he whispered against her collarbone. “Twist ‘em.” He let his tongue slide from her collarbone down the gentle slope toward her nipple and listened to her breath hitch. His lips were almost to them when she said something that set him on fire.

“Hurt ‘em. I like it rough.”

JACKPOT!Carter wanted to scream. Holy hell, he had a live one! His lips locked around her left nipple and he sucked hard, his left hand reaching for the right one, gripping it, and pulling hard before twisting it viciously. The breath she sucked in between her barely-parted lips made his cock throb. Yes?this was exactly what he wanted, and he wanted it right that minute. His teeth latched around her hardened nub and hung on as he righted himself, and she hissed and leaned back as her flesh stretched. When he couldn’t pull upward any farther without doing her injury, he let go just to watch her breast drop and bounce, then stared into her eyes. “I don’t think you like it as rough as I’d like to give it to you.”

“Try me.” There was a challenge in that statement, one that Carter couldn’t ignore. And then he thought of something that made him groan.

“Shit. I don’t have a condom.”

“You fuck around?”

“Hell no. I don’t have time.”

Sharla giggled. “Well, neither do I. I haven’t been with anybody in four years.”

“It’s been almost two for me. I guess we don’t have much to worry about, now do we?” he asked as he pressed his lips to hers again and felt her fingers dig into his ass, drawing him closer, begging him to enter her.

Begging wasn’t necessary. Carter thrust himself into her, burying his length inside her warmth and darkness, and the cry she let loose made him feel like a superhero. He dragged her right to the edge of the table, his arms under her legs, hands gripping her ass, and slammed into her like an ax into firewood. “Jesus, Carter, fuck me!” she yelled and leaned back, resting her elbows on the table, her upper body on full display and those mighty tits rolling up and down. Leaning in, he trapped her right nipple in his teeth and gave a hard nip. “Shit! Oh, yeah! Um-hmmm. Oh, baby, fuck me. Fuck me, sheriff. Oh, yeah, fuck me,” she ordered, almost yelling. Could the neighbors hear her? He hoped like hell they could.

God, he felt alive! Everything else melted away as he pounded into her, and there was only him and her and his hard cock moving in and out of her tight, hot pussy. Was anything else necessary? No. Was anything else any more important? Hell no. She vacillated between screaming, swearing, whimpering, begging, and moaning, and the noise alone was enough to get him off. She wrapped her legs around his waist and as he stroked into her, her legs dangled, her heels occasionally smacking him in the small of the back. He was about to ask her how she was liking it when she bent forward, wrapped her hands around his neck, and pulled herself up to kiss him.

He wanted to give her more?he really did?but it had been so long and she felt so good against him and around him that he couldn’t hold off. There was no way she could be any more disappointed in him than he was in himself as his body let go and he filled her with stickiness. “Shit,” he muttered against her lips, as irritated as he’d been in a long time. God damn it, he felt like a fourteen-year-old school boy.

“What?” she whispered into his neck.

“I didn’t intend to?”

“Hey.” Forcing himself to focus, he looked down into her face and saw her smiling up at him. “I was good enough that you couldn’t hold off. That makes me feel like a fairy princess, buddy. I’m about as sexy as a pair of orthopedic loafers. You losing it like that? Quite the ego boost for me,” she said, chuckling under her breath. Carter couldn’t help it?he started to laugh. “What? You think I’m kidding?”

He leaned forward until she was flat on the table under him, his softening manhood still inside her. “You are ridiculously sexy, woman. Don’t you know that?”

“Me? Stop trying to make me feel better,” she said with a snort, and Carter finally understood. She meant what she was saying. She didn’t think she was appealing at all. What the hell?

“Are you kidding? I mean, Jesus, girl, you’re hot and tight and those tits… I mean, those things… You should win some kind of award or something. They’re, well, magnificent is the first word that comes to mind.”

Her eyes went round and her eyebrows arched. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Kidding? Hell no, I’m not kidding. My only regret is that I didn’t get a really good look at that ass, but if it’s as fine as those tits, then my god, if we do this again I’m only going to last a couple of minutes every time. I won’t be able to hold off. You’ll just suck the life outta my man bone down there, baby.”

She started laughing, and he had to admit he liked it. With every chortle, she tightened around him, and he could feel his softness turning hard again. But there was something even more important going on there.

He was having fun. She wasfun. There was a lightheartedness, a gleefulness, about it that he’d never had before with sex. He wanted to do it again, not because it felt so damn good, which it did, but because it was fun. For the first time ever, he wasn’t concentrating on the act just as a performance, but as a pleasure. They were playing around. She was smiling and laughing, and so was he.

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