this damned minute!' he said, still breathing with an increased loudness.
'And what about a certain man named Mark Cannon?' she questioned, delighted with the intoxicating mood their relationship was weaving around them. 'I'd like to know about him… right from the day he was born to this damned minute!'
'All right… that's a fair exchange,' he replied, reaching for her hand and waiting for her to give it to him, the almost forgotten sensations of arousal the mere feel of a girl's soft warm touch could bring leaving him drunk with happiness. But this wasn't the little, willing hand of just any girl… it was Carol's… and for a moment it seemed that he'd been waiting a lifetime for her… that he'd always loved her… and then, she began to softly tell her story…
Twice, Carol refilled their glasses as they unfolded their histories to each other, the liquor helping to loosen their tongues when the more intimate details were touched on. She learned that Nancy was beautiful and loved sex, and she confided that once she and Jonny had shared a similar relationship. She held his big hand between both of hers, her fingertips lightly brushing over the short hairs on its back, until she'd nearly kissed it with tears in her eyes when he told her of how he had lost his sight. The horror of it… and Nancy becoming a prostitute, too… dear God, it was a wonder he hadn't lost his sanity! How he really needed someone… a girl to love and look after him… just as she needed a man to share a life with… and here they were together… finding each other… she knew it was happening! They were falling in love…!
Two hours had passed, the room shadowed in a soft veil of darkness as they continued to speak softly, still holding hands, yet not as much as a single kiss having passed between them. The martini pitcher was empty. Carol had never felt so beautiful within as she did sitting beside this handsome man whose hand she lovingly held, listening to his gentle, masculine voice, while romantic strains from her little radio continued to float around them. More than anything, she hated to break that enchanting spell, but it was after nine and she hadn't even put the potatoes on to bake…
He drew her to him, then, his hands suddenly slipping upward along her naked arms to her shoulders, warm and gentle, but demanding hands that caused Carol's breathing to shorten, while impulsive thrills of delight raced through her belly! Their lips met, not fiercely, but with exploring warmth as her arms slipped around his neck and his open hand smoothed down over the exposed flesh of her back to draw her tighter against him! Then, the fervency of his kisses grew more ardent, pressuring down onto the receptive moistness of her own lips, opening them slightly… but he went no further…
'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,
