Chapter 5

As I stood, naked, in his embrace, the realization of what we’d just done in the back of my house -for all the world to see- struck home.  I gasped with horrified dismay as I clambered for my clothes.

“I can’t believe that we just did this out here,” I sputtered as I pulled my clothes on.  “What if someone saw?”

He stood with his pants still down around his ankles and chuckled while he pulled me close again.   I could feel his warm, sex laden manhood against my body as his hand slid under my tee shirt and his thumb found my tender nipple.  I couldn’t believe it when my body started to respond again.  I clenched my thighs together as my stomach reacted to his suckling.  

“I’ve been craving a taste of these bulbous beauties since the first day that we met,” he said as he squeezed my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.  “I wouldn’t care if we were in the middle of the village square at noon.  There’s no way I’d have passed up having their deliciousness in my mouth.   They’re perfection.  You’re perfection.”

He pulled my tee shirt up to expose a rosebud nipple that was ripe for the taking and quickly latched onto it once more with his strong lips. I could feel his powerful tongue tease and lave it as he suckled.  Rather than push him away, I put my hand over his head and held it close to my breast while I reveled in the sensation while my other hand wrapped around his manhood as I caressed it to its fullest extent.   

Thoughts of all the wonderfully sinful things that Peter did to me while we’d made love tried to force their way into my mind as I felt the need rising in my abdomen and between my thighs once more.  It was clear to me that I’d need a good dose of sex with Max and that he’d have to do some of those wonderful, sinful things to me - and maybe a few new wonderful and sinful things - if I was going to push the last year of sex with that cheating lair, Peter, out of my mind.

“Come inside,” I said in a husky tone as I pulled his head from my nipple. 

He was so reluctant to release me that his teeth clung to it until my breast was stretched out and then, when he finally relented and freed the nipple from between his lightly clenched teeth, my breast quickly sprang back into shape.  It was an odd, but sexy feeling that I knew that I wouldn’t mind feeling again.

“Where are we going?” he asked as he struggled to pull his pants back up over his engorged manhood.

“We’re going to go where we can have some privacy and more sex,” I said as I tried not to giggle at the sight of the enormous erection in his pants.

He grinned a grin that consumed his entire face while he allowed me to take his hand and guide him through the house to my bedroom.

He stood with a look of a child on Christmas morning as I slowly removed his clothes from him.  As he stood, completely naked before me, I stepped back to admire his god-like physique.  It was difficult to believe that he didn’t go to the gym to keep that toned, muscular shape, but kept in shape by helping the local farmers whenever possible.  I was developing a new respect for farming.

When my eyes rested on his excited, bulging manhood, I gasped at the realization of just how large it was.  Had I really had that in its entirety inside of me?  The signs of our coupling were drying on its purplish-red flesh.  It was then that I realized that we hadn’t used protection.

I scowled at my foolishness.  As a doctor, I knew better.   Even so, it didn’t stop me from my mission to wash away Peter Thomason by having outrageous sex with the very hot, very sexy Sheriff Max Orwell.  

After quickly stripping my own clothes off, I pulled him into my en suite bathroom and started the shower.  He allowed me to guide him like a trusting child would an adult as we stepped into the shower together. 

I could feel his body shudder with delight as I lathered and rinsed it in its entirety.  When I handed the soap to him, he took it with shaking hands.  His appreciation about being with me only added to the sexiness of the moment.

I took charge and guided his soapy hands over my body.  I kept my hand over his and manipulated it to make sure that I experienced as much pleasure as possible in certain areas as he caressed, teased, and washed me. I’d reached a sexual peak several times before I was as clean as he was.

Caught up in the moment and eager to take things further, I got down on my knees and took his oversized rod into my mouth.  I’d only done this a few times in my life and wasn’t even sure if I was good at it, but I gave it my best shot.  I figured that I was doing something right when his hands slammed against the wall as he struggled to stay upright while shamelessly moaning his pleasure.

I’d only had my love making with Peter to compare sex with Max to, but Max was just as sweet and appreciative of everything that I did to him and everything that I let him do to me as Peter had ever been.  I could hear a small cry emitted from his strong, masculine body as he released his manly pleasure.   I kept my mouth wrapped around him until I was sure that he’d completed his release and then I stood up.

Without the slightest hesitation, he lifted me up so that my womanhood was level with his mouth.  With my back flattened against the wall, I wrapped my legs over his shoulders as he explored my inner core; first with his fingers and then with his tongue.  He teased me until I could stand no more and then relieved me with his fingers so that he could tease me again.  I’d never had this kind of attention paid to my body in the shower before and I have to say that I liked it.

When his own need finally reached a point of no return, he slid my body down so that he could insert his erection deep into me.  I gasped at the sensation as he thrust himself into me with a need that surprised me considering what we’d done on the patio and what I’d just done with my mouth.  What surprised me even more was the way I reciprocated that need.  We were sexually insatiable.

We took that insatiability to my bed, where we continued to soil the sheets with sweat and sex fluids for the better part of the night.  The early morning light was peeking in through the window when we finally lay, naked and cuddled in each other’s arms, to allow sleep to overtake us.

Max’s final words before he fell into a deep slumber were, “I’m in heaven.”

Whether Max wore me out to the state of exhaustion to the point that I wasn’t able to completely wake up or whether I dreamt that his head nuzzled between my legs as he brought me to a peak of passion several times through the night, I don’t know.  What I did know was that I wasn’t about to ask him about it as I slid out of bed as quietly as I could.

My crotch was sore and in need of a cleansing.  It was a vivid reminder of how negligent I’d been with him.  Peter and I always used condoms when we coupled.  I’d never done it without one.  Admittedly, I liked it, but that didn’t alter the fact that it was both dangerous to my health and risky, since I wasn’t on birth control and I had no intention of having a child with a man I’d had sex with once.  Well, maybe a lot, but only during the one night.  I had the morning after remedy in my office and intended to take it right away.  After that, if Max and I were to pursue our sex relationship, then I’d have to consider some form of birth control and he’d have to be tested for sexually transmitted diseases.

I tiptoed into the bathroom and shut the door behind me.  After turning the lock to secure my privacy, I rested my forehead against the door while I mentally beat on myself for being so reckless and rash.  I’d slept with Max Orwell for no other reason than the fact that I wanted to feel better after I’d found out the truth about Peter.  I’d literally used him for sex.

I smiled as I remembered how great the sex had been.  Maybe that was the secret.  Maybe, if you kept love out of the equation and simply went for satiating your animal needs, the sex was better.  It sure seemed that way to me.

A gentle knock on the door started me out of my reverie.

“Let me in, beautiful,” Max whispered as he jiggled the handle.  When I hesitated, he added, “I know the sex was rebound sex.  I’m cool with that. Just, don’t send me off like this.  Say goodbye properly.”  After a long silence while I processed his words, he said, “Do this and I’ll never speak of what happened between us again if you don’t want me to.”

I could have kicked myself for not being worldlier when it came to men.  A woman my age should have been better equipped to handle situations like that.  After a brief moment of debate over what to do and a little more whispered persuasion on his part, I unlocked the door.

He slipped in the bathroom and scooped me into his arms with such a fury that my head spun.  His lips devoured mine in such a luscious way that it didn’t even matter about the morning breath we both sported. 

He leaned me against the door frame and got on his knees.  It made him just the right height to suckle my breasts while his fingers taunted my sensitive nub.  I listened to him mutter around my nipples about how fantastic it was to be able to finally suck them and was at a loss over what to do.  I knew that he knew that I’d used him for sex, yet, here he was ready, willing, and very eager to give me more. And... here I was enjoying what he was doing and contemplating taking more.

His ministrations finally broke through my thin barrier of resistance.  I moaned my pleasure as I cradled his suckling head.   He slid to the floor wearing a wicked grin as he pulled me so that I was literally sitting on his face!  I couldn’t believe how imaginative and diverse he’d been throughout our night of coupling.  It was as if I was catching up with the years of sexual exploration that I’d missed.

His hands kneaded my breasts as his mouth devoured my womanhood.  Seeing the way that his fingers got lost in my meaty mounds as they kneaded and squeezed only served to turn me on even more.  It was as if I’d removed all inhibitions when I’d removed my clothes and was game to enjoy anything and everything with him.  I was in such a wild frenzy of passion that I was sure I’d go insane before we finished.

I’d just shuddered through the most intense orgasm when he gently flipped us over so that he was on top of me.  I thought he was going to put his manhood in my mouth, but he slid it deep inside of my womanhood instead.  The connection was so intense, and he was so hard, that it felt as if he was literally inside of my uterus as he thrust with a passion that I knew was sincere.

Seeing him above me in the light of day was so different than by moonlight.  I could see every inch of him, as he could me.  When I grew a little uncomfortable about him being privy to my flaws I had to remind myself that I’d willingly exposed all of me to Peter and our relationship had been a lie.  The man ramming his manhood so deep into me that I was sure I’d orgasm my way into the hospital had – by his own admission- defined what we had between us.  It may just be a one-night sex fling, but it was real and true.  I needed to remember that and stop thinking about Peter, the liar and cheater.

When he finished, he pulled me to my feet and kissed me once again.  “I know that I’m probably going overboard with the sex.  But, I also know that there’s a very good chance that this is a one-time thing.  Therefore, baby, I’m going to take advantage of it and have you over and over again until you forcibly kick me out. Then, as promised, we’ll say no more about it.  We go back to the way things were.”

“You can do that?” I gasped as he sat me on the edge of the tub and nuzzled his head between my thighs.

“If I must,” he said in a muffled voice as his tongue worked its magic over my sensitive nub.

“I can’t believe how many times we’ve done it and you’re still going strong,” I said in a hoarse, raspy voice as I began to climax.  I threw my head back and arched my back as I gave a loud gasp as I added, “Nor can I believe that I’m keeping up with you.”

I heard a low chuckle from him as he slid his fingers inside of me to assist me with my release.

When he spread my legs wide and slid himself into me one more time, my mind screamed “Enough!”  while my body cried “More!”

I finally told my mind to shut up.  This was a one-time sex marathon with my friend, Max.  After this, I had no idea when or if I’d ever have sex again.  Whether the sex I had in the future could compete with the bliss I’d experienced with Max was also debatable.  I decided to get as much of what he had to offer as I could before we parted company.  We had a few more hours before I had to open my office.  I planned on making the most of them.