Jonathan North and Barbara Adams undressed each other as they made their way through her house. His jacket and tie were dropped on the living room couch. Her blouse was left at the beginning of the hallway when he backed her up against the wall. He unbuttoned it slowly, grinding his throbbing dick against her the whole time.
Then she did the same thing. She pushed him against the opposite wall as she unbuttoned his shirt. She paused to kiss and lick his fairly smooth chest as he struggled to unbutton his cuffs. She ran her hands up his chest, pushing the shirt from his broad shoulders and down his strong arms. Her hands firmly stroked his muscles. Barbara groaned.
Oh, God! How I've missed having my hands on a man's hard body...
As soon as his shirt was off, Jon reached around and unhooked her bra. He peeled it from her breasts, dropping it onto his shirt. He immediately brought his hands up to cup and knead her firm, round globes. She had beautiful tiny, pink nipples no bigger than, but just as hard as, pebbles.
Barbara moaned loudly. She had very sensitive breasts. Her dead husband had been able to make her come just by kissing and licking her breasts and sucking her nipples between his lips.
Oh, please...put your mouth on my breasts and make me come again...
You have the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen...
Jon had always thought fuller breasts were sexier.
Until I saw yours...
He smiled.
I can almost completely cover your breasts with my hands...
He grasped a little firmer and rubbed his palms in a circle over the hard tips. Her body reacted wantonly.
Ahhhh...your breasts must be very sensitive...
He cupped her left breast. He leaned down and laved the lovely, pink pebble with his tongue and then drew it between his lips and nipped it with his teeth.
Jon had to wrap his left arm around Barbara's tiny waist. She cried out as she nearly collapsed. Her knees buckled when a powerful orgasm tore through her. He stroked her left breast with his tongue until her hips stopped rolling against his thigh.
She was finally able to lift her head and look at him. Barbara was senseless. She throbbed inside. Her body felt like an empty, churning mass of need... She groaned and clutched at his hard shaft through the front of his trousers.
She growled desperately, "Fuck me, Detective! Take me to bed! Fill me with your huge cock... I've felt so empty for so long! I need to feel a man inside me again... Please!!!"
Goddamn woman...don't talk like that...I can't take it...
Her erotic plea shook him to his core. Jon groaned loudly and nearly came in his pants. He picked her up and carried her swiftly into her bedroom. He quickly finished removing their clothing after he laid her on the bed. He moved between her legs. She grasped his thick shaft and pulled him to her.
Barbara growled as she pleaded again. "Take me hard, Detective!"
Jon forcefully drove his throbbing dick all the way into her tight, slick pussy. He stopped and stayed still.
Barbara uttered a loud, guttural groan as her back arched off the bed and her hands clawed at his chest. She saw stars. Explosions of pain and pleasure were coursing through her body...
Goddamn Jon! I didn't realize just how big you are and I forgot how long it's been since I've had a cock inside me...and the last one wasn't as big as yours... OK, OK...pain is gone... Ohhh damn...this feels so good...
Ohhh, God...you're tight! Oh shit...pretty girl...I hope I didn't hurt you! OK, OK...that doesn't look like a pained expression... Ah, fuck...I'm about to come again! And I need to know if you can love me...
Jon stared at her. "I'll fuck you hard this one time only because I'm about to come anyway. But after this, I'm going to take my time and make love to you...slowly. I know you loved your husband and that you two must've shared a very good sex life. But I don't want to be a man that you've chosen just because you think I can satisfy you with my big dick! I love you, Barbara, and I want you to love me; I need you to love me! And if you don't think you can, then tell me now before my heart gets broken too badly!"
Barbara stared at Jonathan North.
You're already in love with me...but I'm not sure how I feel...
She had fallen in love at first sight with her husband. But it had been a soft, floating feeling as a young woman at 20 years old. Tony had been much older, also very attractive and very sexy... and she had been a virgin.
Thank God Tony's dick wasn't as big as yours...
Tony taught her everything she knew about sex—how to please him and about her own body. She eventually became an excellent student.
When he was killed, she had felt that she'd never be able to love again. She still occasionally had torrid and bittersweet dreams about him.
She had decided a couple years ago that it was time to let go of the past...to move on and try to love again. She had wanted to find a man whose occupation wouldn't interfere with them having more time together and didn't make him face danger. She'd dated several rich, good-looking men that she'd met through her job at the fashion boutique.
But they were all jerks... And none of them made me feel the way I did as soon as I saw you... And I had already decided to hate you...
She'd thought he had no business working as a police detective who had sworn "to protect and to serve" the people. As soon as she saw his face, she knew instantly that he couldn't possibly be the bastard she'd expected him to be. And he wasn't...
And I was so happy to discover that. Why? Because I wanted to love you...I chose to love you, despite the chance that you could be killed like Tony...
"I do love you, Jon..."
He leaned down and kissed her hard and passionately. He fucked her hard and passionately. He grunted softly with each forceful thrust.
Oh, God...this feels so good! Take me, Barbara...take my heart...take my soul! Take my cock into your tight, sweet body... Oh, yes...come with me, pretty girl...
She groaned loudly.
Oh, yes, Jon...fill me up! Fill my body with your awesome cock! Fill my heart with your love...fill my empty soul! Oh, how I've needed this...how I need you...
She wailed in pleasure when she came as he bucked into her during his orgasm.
He stayed buried inside her. She wrapped herself around him. They kissed slowly and deeply for a long while. They talked quietly about how happy they were to find each other.
His cock hardened again while he was still inside her. They began to make love—and they made it last for hours. He stayed the night and they were practically inseparable after that.
North apologized to Charles and Diana Richards the next day. He explained his feelings and frustrations to them. They became good friends.
Jon and Barbara married a few weeks later. They were cognizant of the fact that he could face danger at any time. It drove their desire for each other and made their sex life even more exciting. They treated each moment they were together as if it might be their last... They made love for hours every chance they got...
During those weeks, Diana, Barbara and Lynda were thrilled to learn that Dawn had also fallen in love and was planning to marry Officer Enrique Estevez. The new group of friends would come to Charles and Diana's house frequently to have potluck dinners and stay to play cards or games or just chat. They kept hoping that Diana would open up at some point and talk to someone about what happened to her.
But she remained resolutely silent.
And Lynda was feeling left out. Within just a few weeks, all of her girlfriends had married or were engaged. They had all found decent, honorable, sexy men. She was feeling envious, especially of Diana... Lynda still loved and wanted Charles...
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Over the next few weeks, Diana's physical injuries healed so that there was little or no scarring left behind on her face and body. Her internal injuries were also healing completely. She had cut herself off from sex.
Charles was being as patient as he could. She had been through a very traumatic experience. But she was also cutting herself off from him completely as far as intimacy was concerned.
She wouldn't talk to him about the attack. And she wouldn't let him do anything more than hold her and kiss her tenderly every now and then. When he would try to deepen a kiss to let her know he loved her and wanted her, she would pull back from him. It was worrying him. That and the fact that the police had never turned up any leads on her attacker's whereabouts.
One night, Charles realized that he was going to have to confront Diana.
Lynda had come by that evening to check on them about six weeks after Diana's attack.
Diana has retreated into her protective shell again and poor Charles looks so worried...
Diana went to bed early. Lynda stayed a while to give Charles some company.
He looks so lonely and scared...
They were having drinks as they both talked about their worry for Diana. Charles went to the kitchen to get something to snack on. He didn't come back after several minutes so Lynda went to the kitchen to help him.
She found him leaning with his hands braced on the counter, his head hanging down, crying silently. She went to him and put her hand on his back to comfort him as she stood next to him. She softly told him that things would get better soon. Charles turned to her and hugged her against him. He laid his forehead on her shoulder and cried for a minute.
Lynda wrapped her arms around his shoulders and stroked the back of his head.
Oh, damn...this is a mistake! I'm in love with you...
He smelled so good and his warm, hard body was pressed against hers.
You're also drunk and feeling very vulnerable at the moment...
