Finally (Mature Men, #3) by Marilyn Lee Page A

legs. I longed to feel his bare cock inside me but would happily settle for his tongue and fingers instead.
    He pushed the tip of his tongue against my clit before parting my slit and tracing the outline with his tongue.
    "Yes," I whispered, pushing my hips forward. "Please."
    "I'd almost forgotten how fragrantly sweet your pussy smells and tastes," he whispered, stroking his big hands down my thighs.
    "My pussy is yours."
    "You're damned right it is." He stroked his tongue inside me, slowly followed by his fingers.
    And oh my lord that felt good. Whimpering with pleasure, I fucked myself on his fingers with a greedy pleasure I was eager to feel exploding when he made me come.
    Sliding both hands around my body to cup and massage my ass, he ate me with a maddening leisure that kept my rush towards my climax fully under his control. When I was within a few sucks of coming, he held his mouth and fingers still while he inhaled as if savoring the aroma of my pussy.
    "Please...oh, please," I whimpered, jerking my fingers in his hair.
    But he wouldn't be rushed. He kept bringing me to the brink of orgasm only to still his fingers and trail his tongue and lips away from my pussy to kiss my belly.
    "Please!" I begged and pushed myself against his face. "Thomas...please."
    Settling his hands over my ass cheeks again, he slowly licked my slit several times before sucking my clit into his mouth.
    Oh...God. I came hard, shuddering and humping myself on his face until he rose, unzipped his pants, and rubbed his fully erect shaft head against my slit.
    I moaned and clung to him. Take me. Fuck me as only you can.
    He released me, took my hand in his, and led me to my bedroom.
    In the doorway, he swore angrily, and released my hand.
    Confused, I frowned. "What's wrong?"
    "I'll show you what's wrong." He stormed across the room and snatched Don's picture from my nightstand. "What the fuck is this, Sherlyn?"
    For one horrible moment, I half-expected him to throw it on the floor and crush it with his foot. "Don't," I begged, quickly crossing the room, I reached for Don's picture.
    He held it out of my reach. "You're still in love with him. Aren't you?"
    I shook my head. "What are you asking me? You know I loved him."
    "I also know he's dead."
    "You think I need you or anyone else reminding me that the only man to ever really love me is dead? Give me his picture, Thomas!"
    Instead of giving it to me, he swore and hurled it across the room, against the wall. The glass shattered before the picture fell to the floor.
    I stared at him with angry, hurt tears in my eyes. "How could you?"
    "How could you?" he demanded with no sign of remorse.
    While I stared at him in shock, he pushed his cock into his pants, slid his zipper up, and stalked out of the room, leaving me standing there half-naked. Moments later, I heard my front door open and close.
    Only then did I scramble to make myself decent before I ran out into the hall after him. I reached the elevator just as the doors slid shut on his angry face.
    I took a slow, deep breath, and went back to my apartment. In my bedroom, I picked up the picture frame to find Don's picture relatively unscathed. Crossing the room to my bed I placed the picture on my nightstand and called Amber.
    "Maybe it's time," she said after I'd told her what happened.
    "Time for what?"
    "Look, Sher. I know you loved him and he loved you, but it's time to put his picture away."
    I glanced at the picture that had sat on my nightstand for over three years. I'd already put the others in albums. "That's not a decision Darkwater should have tried to make for me."
    "I know and I'm sure he'll realize that and apologize, Sher."
    "And you think an apology will atone for what he did?"
    "Maybe, if you consider why he did it and if you take the time to consider how having Don's picture still on your nightstand made him feel."
    "What?"
    "Why do you sound so surprised, Sher? Put yourself in his place for a moment. Imagine feeling romantic and