"I–I think maybe I better get out to the cooking department," she whispered, her breathing as heavy as his when they finally broke their kiss, neither anxious to release the other.
"Yeah… maybe you had at that," Mark said, finally emitting a deep sigh, and withdrawing his hands. "I–I hope you're not angry… I just couldn't resist the temptation."
Carol smiled excitedly to herself. She reached to him, brushing her hand meaningfully over his smooth-shaven cheeks. "I–I think I'd have been angry if you hadn't, darling," she said, quickly eluding his grasp when he started to move forward again. "Unh-unh… not now… maybe later on a full stomach, Mr. Cannon," she teased, and then she was flicking on certain soft lights for her own benefit and at the same time watching the little smile of anguish tugging at his handsome mouth…
She made him another martini and he could hear her singing along with the music while she prepared dinner. There was no longer any doubt in his mind where his loyalty lay. If ever a guy had a case on a girl, he did! He called the dogs over to pet and play with in an effort to calm himself down. He hoped to hell she hadn't noticed, but his cock had been as hard as a billy-club! There was no way he could bring himself to use her… it could get too dangerous, and he wasn't about to have anything happen to her now that he'd just found her! Damn, what a luscious creature… and she'd called him darling! She felt it, too, he was certain of it! And… and what did she mean, maybe later on a full stomach, Mr. Cannon…? What later? Christ… did she mean… all the way? Why not? She was 28, been married, and… and hadn't known a man for over a year! Damn… should he try? Did she want him to… him… blind as a bat… could it be for real…?
CHAPTER SEVEN
Her dinner turned out superb! After, they finished the wine and held hands across the table, both knowing for certain now where their beautiful evening would end up. Carol couldn't shake the feeling of a new bride on her wedding night, once she had given herself entirely to the delicious desire of wanting it to happen. Mark was beside himself with the churning pressure building in his too tong denied loins, but he was gallantly controlling it, though unable to hide it.
The voluptuous blonde girl couldn't keep her eyes from the telltale bulge swelling the front of his slacks, and she was well aware when she drew him up from the couch to dance with her that there was no turning back!
"Y-You know what you're doing to me, don't you?" Mark whispered hotly down into her face as he gently enfolded her inside his arm, holding her other hand, yet unable to take the first step. "You're… you're just about driving me toward rape, baby! And cops aren't supposed to do that!"
"Ex-cops, darling," Carol answered, her voice as hushed and raspy as his, "and… and I don't believe it'll be rape…"
"Christ!" he hissed through his strong, white teeth. "I must be losing my buttons… three years, Carol… three years it's been! I–I think I love you, but… but I'm not sure! I might say anything right now…!"
"I know, I know, Mark… so don't say anything… just kiss me…!" He did, hungrily this time, his mouth crushing down against her soft moist lips, engulfing her as if he were about to devour her! His tongue knifed out to slice between her teeth and into her warm, responsive mouth, his big hands immediately smoothing down her back to encase the firm, fleshy ovals of her buttocks, to caress and cup as he drew her soft belly and loins up tight against his rigid cock.
"Oh Goddamn! I'm going to make love to you until neither one of us can walk!" she heard him gasp, the long, thick length of his desire-hardened penis throbbing hotly against her trembling belly. She couldn't hold back the short breaths of passion escaping her lips as they molded to his, the beautiful, lewd promise he had just made dancing wildly in her brain, along with the heavenly feel of masculine assurance pledged solidly against her lust-incited flesh.
"Where…?" he choked. "For God's sake, I can't wait any longer!"
Carol reached behind her and took his hand. "Come on… in the bedroom… like normal lovers should…!"
"What about the dogs?"
"They're happy, too, darling… still taken up with their steak bones. Come on! I'm going to make you keep that promise!"
Make him keep it, Mark thought, his brain spinning crazily. She couldn't hold him off now with a club! He heard her snap on a light and waited, still holding her hand. When she faced him, he moved in on her once more, pressing her willingly yielding young body tight to him, his lips lowering hotly to hers, his tongue again probing the sweet, moist heat of her mouth. She sucked on it gently, letting the vibrant contours of her body flow into his.
"Now… I'm going to find out for myself about those 38-26-37 statistics, baby," he whispered, "and remember… I see with my hands…! Then… then I'm going to fuck you and fuck you… just as I promised!"
"Oh… oh darling!" Carol mewled, sensing his blood-engorged hardness palpitating hotly against her snuggling belly and loins, her breasts heaving with their tiny, stiffened nipples smashed against his strong chest. "Let's hurry and get naked! Then you can find out anything… everything you want to know about me for yourself…!"
Mark didn't hesitate, quickly beginning to remove his clothes. There were no modesty hang-ups in his lust-infused brain, he mused, breathing heavily as he stripped naked and stood there, feeling his swollen cock poling out from his loins as if a leaded weight had been tied to the end of it! He heard her breath catch above the rustle of her clothing, and he moved toward the sound.
"Darling… darling…!" Carol hissed, her eager eyes feasting on the long, thick length of his cock and the bloated sac of his testicles hanging handsomely between his strong thighs. She shamelessly grasped his bobbing penis in a gentle hand as he came close to her, curling her fingers around its rigid hotness and feeling him jerk and gasp at her touch. His hands reached for her and she stood perfectly still, knowingly beginning to stroke the pulsating length of his thick sinewy cock while his discerning fingers swept over her trembling naked curves. At last, he lowered his head, cupped the full mound of one rounded smooth breast and sucked its tiny, straining nipple deep into his hot mouth! Carol swayed with erotic rapture, and he had to catch her in his arms to keep her from losing her balance.
"Now, to the bed, little girl… you gorgeous armful… before I cum right in your hand!" Mark warned with a quick intake of breath.
"You better not!" Carol whispered, kissing him quickly and drawing him over toward her bed and then down partially on top of her. "There're better places than my hand for that, lover!" she added, hugging his muscular body tight to her breasts and shivering with the sensations of burning desire building deep in her quivering belly and feverishly moistening loins.
But she was hardly prepared for the lustful hunger that abruptly took charge of her new friend. His eager mouth was suddenly all over her face and throat, his lashing tongue charging deep into her open mouth, his big hands kneading the resilient white flesh of her sensitive breasts, twisting and rolling their tiny nipples with an almost savage craving that took long moments before she began to fully comprehend. Like a starved animal offered food after a famine, his strong hands, which she knew to be gentle, ravenously searched and explored the most intimate hollows of her susceptible young body.
Carol whimpered with passion in the face of his obvious need, her impulse to please and satisfy him now more intense than any craving of her own! It was bordering on maternal, she thought, as she hugged and loved him, smoothing her own small hands possessively over the hard, muscular flesh of his handsome male body! Oh God! Yes! She loved him… loved him!