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*is in her quarters relaxing, very interested in the book she's reading by
*rereading her favorite passage* Sharla felt like a free spirit running happily, passing through the trees tears streaming down her cheeks she speaks "oh how love can be bitter sweet".
*then continuing where she left off earlier*
"Sharla, we should wait." Tom tried desperately to conquer his overwhelming desire to carry Sharla into the bedroom and make love to her for all he was worth. Sharla just wasn't ready to embark on an intimate relationship at this point. There were so many other things that had to be settled first. Unfortunately for Tom, Sharla had other ideas on the subject.
"No, Tom, make love to me now," Sharla argued with a confidence that she had never possessed before, as she shifted around until she was straddling the older man as she sat firmly in his lap.
"The *only* time I ever regretted being an undercover spy was when I saw you naked and knew I would never feel the weight of your body pressing down on mine. That I would never feel you inside me, loving me, sending me flying over the edge with orgasms that mere sex could never inspire." Sharla tenderly kissed Tom's lips, wrapping her arms around the broad shoulders she found so appealing.
"Contrary to popular belief, Tom, I've always known the difference between having sex and making love. Sex was enough when I was lonely and just needed to feel another body next to me. But I'm not just lonely anymore. Now I'm in love and I want to make love with you. I want us to drive each other crazy with the passion that will fuel our hearts for all the years to come."
Sharla felt Tom's erection pressing against her through their clothing and knew that it wouldn't take much more to convince him that the time was right; that she was ready and would be able to handle it. "I want to look into your eyes when you enter me for the first time. I want to hear you moan when I nibble your nipples. I want to scream your name so loudly when you make me come that the police are called to give us an official reprimand and order us to keep it down."
Tom smiled at Sharla, caressing a soft cheek now flushed with desire instead of embarrassment. "Sharla, I appreciate a responsive lover as much as the next guy, but let's not get the police involved. I hear they've been a little frustrated lately."
Sharla smiled with wanton depravity. "You have no idea what frustrated is, Tom." Then Sharla turned serious. "You say you want me to be happy that I'm human again, so make me happy. Take me into the bedroom and make me forget that I ever believed my life was better as an undercover spy."
Sharla's voice was growing more sultry as she talked, her own arousal now straining for release and attention. "Show me how much better being *in* your bed can be than merely lying at the foot of it ever was."
"Sharla," Tom moaned deeply as Sharla ground her hips forward, rubbing Tom's painful erection, making it even harder for Tom to resist his impulses. "Sharla, I love you. I want you more than anything, but I... " Tom moaned again, even more deeply and bordering on incoherent, when Sharla began nibbling the base of his neck. "I don't want to take advantage of your... " When Sharla's tongue found its way into his ear, Tom knew he was going to lose this discussion.
"Tom," Sharla whispered hoarsely in between gentle nips and kisses. "You're talking too much. You're not taking advantage of me. I want this. I've wanted this since that day in San Francisco." Sharla's fingers were busy unbuttoning Tom's shirt while her words and lips were providing an adequate distraction. She had absolutely *no* intention of going one more night without having been made love to by her soulmate.
As soon as Tom's shirt was open, Sharla's hands began roaming over the broad chest that she had only imagined ever feeling. It was completely bare, no hair at all to take away from the smoothness of the skin that was stretched flawlessly over muscles forged from years of hard work and dedicated service.
Sharla's fingers found the small pebbles that were Tom's nipples, pinching and twisting them while her mouth began plundering Tom's, choking off Tom's protests and sensual moans. Tongue and fingers nimbly tortured her lover in a sensual dance of seduction.
"Sharla," Tom moaned as he finally managed to gain enough coherence to pull Sharla's face away from his. Gasping, Tom saw in his hands the most remarkable sight he had ever seen. Sharla was beyond beautiful in this aroused state.
Sharla's face was flushed and almost glowed in a spectacular shade of pink. Her eyes were fully dilated, the small rim of brilliant blue blending the black and white into a breathtaking picture of desire in its purest form. Her lips were swollen and looked so kissable that the last vestiges of Tom's resolve crumbled into nothingness.
"Sharla, let's move to the bedroom. If we're going to do this, let's do it right. I want tonight to last forever."
Sharla kept her arms tightly wrapped around Tom's shoulders and her legs gripped Tom's waist as she was lifted off the sofa and carried to the bedroom. Brief memories flashed through her mind of this same trip being made with another, but Sharla banished them instantly. No one was going to ruin this for them. Tom was about to make love to her, not to Kathryn, not to anyone else, just her.
True to his word, Tom gently laid Sharla down on the bed and then began removing her clothing at a painstakingly slow pace. Sharla wore only a pair of pajamas and underwear, but Tom took his sweet time taking them off, lavishing every inch of flesh as it was exposed with kisses and caresses until he had Sharla writhing out of control.
"Tom, please," Sharla moaned as fingers just barely brushed over the tip of her hard nipples.
"Sshhh, lover. We have all night. I want our first time to be something we both remember for as long as we live." Tom smiled as Sharla moaned again. Looking down at his lover, naked and aroused, Tom knew he would never love anyone the way he loved Sharla Hopkins.
This feeling, this connection, was a gift that if you were very, very lucky, came along once in a lifetime. Through all the obstacles that had been placed in their path, the Gods seemed determined to bring them together and now that he had Sharla in his possession, there was no way he was ever going to let her go again.
Allowing his own shirt to slide off his shoulders, Tom quickly bared the rest of his body for the woman he loved. By the time Sharla realized that she was no longer being touched, Tom was lovingly lying himself down on top of her. Moans and gasps escaped from both of them as skin met skin for the first time.
"Ohh, Tom, ohhh, please," Sharla's voice was hoarse with desire and her breath was coming in short gasps as her entire body responded to the weight of her lover bearing down on her. "Love me, Tom. Love me."
"I do love you, Sharla," Tom declared in a voice no less full of desire than Sharla's. Capturing Sharla's mouth as she had done to his earlier, Tom took advantage of his superior position and plundered the sweet cavity with a tongue that demanded to be satisfied and wasn't about to let up until it was. His hips gently humped against Sharla, rubbing erection against wetness, and sending jolts of unfathomable ecstasy coursing through both bodies.
Strong hands grabbed Sharla's wrists and held them captive, not allowing her to express her desires, and Sharla soon found herself almost drowning in sensations she had never dreamed could exist. Her entire body felt like it was under Tom's control, was in fact owned by the man on top of her instead of by herself.
"Please, Tom," Sharla begged into his mouth. Then she felt the tongue retreat and the lips that had melded to hers separated themselves, parting from her in answer to her request. In a purely reflexive action, Sharla's head lifted and her own lips and tongue desperately chased after Tom's.
Dodging Sharla's efforts, Tom licked Sharla's neck from her shoulder to her ear lobe with just the tip of his tongue, bringing forth the moan Tom had been searching for; a moan full of passion, desire, love and longing that was beyond anything either had ever experienced before.
"Sharla, my love," Tom whispered seductively into Sharla's ear. "Now I'm going to have you."
"Take me. Take me any way you want," Sharla almost shouted, her arms finally regaining freedom, instantly finding their way back around Tom's neck. "Please, Tom, don't make me wait any longer."
Tom smiled, kissing Sharla lightly on the cheek. "No more waiting. I promise."
Sharla opened her eyes and looked up into Tom's. For an eternity, both declared their love with just looks; looks that left no doubts, burned all bridges and claimed each for the other. There were no uncertainties, no fears, and no hesitancy about what was about to take place. Both knew that from that moment on their lives would forever be joined together.
Without breaking eye contact, Tom reached blindly for the bedside table and fumbled around in the drawer until his fingers found the small tube within. There was no room for pain tonight, no room for discomfort. Tom would make sure that by the time he was ready to stake his final claim to the beautiful body beneath him, Sharla would be prepared fully for the invasion, feeling nothing but the utmost pleasure from their union.
Sharla felt Tom's movements and knew that her wait was almost over. The sound of the pop from the opening tube of lubricant resounded sensually in her ringing ears. Then Sharla felt slick fingers work their way over her clit, touching her only briefly as if to remind her that soon she would be wrapped tightly around his sturdy shaft.
But first they slipped further back, sliding between firm cheeks, seeking out the opening that would soon be filled to capacity with a rod of passionate, lust-filled flesh. Sharla moaned and gasped while wiggling under the assault, but not once did she break eye contact with the man whom she loved more than her own life.
Tom held Sharla's gaze firmly with her own, willing the younger woman to look at him while her body was prepared for their love making. Brown eyes spoke silently of love and promises, commitments and desires, claims and dominion, blue eyes echoing each and every sentiment without hesitation or reservation.
Tom had always thought he was certain what love really was, but now that he truly had it within his grasp, he realized just how very shortsighted his expectations had been. Never in his wildest fantasies had he even come close to imagining the magnitude and depth of this remarkable love the Gods had blessed him with.
His fingers, having completed their task to perfection, were removed and the hand was withdrawn to apply a coat of lubricant to his cock. Then Tom, careful not to lose eye contact with his new lover, very deliberately eased himself between Sharla's legs, his cock glistening as it twitched frantically, the moment of entry drawing near. Brown flesh met white flesh, both shrouded in a sheen of anticipatory perspiration, both anxious for the moment they would become one.
Neither of them said a word, letting their eyes continue to do their talking for them. Ragged breathing soon became the only ripple in an otherwise highly charged, yet soothingly calm silence, which would only be broken when the smooth flesh of one met the puckered tightness of the other.
Tom gasped as he began pressing himself slowly into Sharla's body. "I love you, Sharla Hopkins." The pure rapture reflecting on Sharla's face as his cock sank deeply into her body made Tom forget anything else she might have wanted to say. Now was not the time for words. Now was the time for their love to take flight, bringing two bodies and two souls together forever.
Sharla arched toward Tom as she felt the thick shaft begin filling her, promising her she would never ever be alone, claiming her as she had begged to be claimed. Incoherent moans emanated from deep within her chest while her hands clawed at Tom in an attempt to pull her in all the way, and then some.
But Tom eased in very slowly, wanting this moment to go on forever. It was only after he was fully embedded that Tom began to move. Sliding slowly back out, only to push his way back in, Tom settled into a steady rhythm that had both of them moaning and gasping for air in a matter of seconds.
"Tom," Sharla moaned over and over. "Love you, Tom. Love you." Moving her hips in a counter movement with Tom's, Sharla met each thrust, tightening her muscles around Tom's cock each time it slid towards her center. Nothing had ever compared to this feeling of total abandon and pleasure, convincing her in a way no words ever could that this love would be hers for as long as she wanted.
With a sigh of regret, Tom accepted the reality that his release would not be too long in coming. Snaking a hand between them he felt the sweatiness of both their bodies, reveling in the knowledge that he knew was causing it. Playing with Sharla's swollen and needy clit, he began stroking it in the same rhythm as his own cock was undulating into her. Squeezing his fingers tightly in a pulsating beat, he echoed the tightening of Sharla's muscles that were massaging his own penis, his efforts being rewarded with moans and whimpers of pure pleasure from the blond below.
Just when Sharla thought nothing could ever feel better than this, than having Tom inside her and all around her at the same time, she felt strong fingers massage her clit and begin stroking it. Then when those same fingers squeezed her tightly at the apex of every stroke, Sharla screamed with the pleasure she knew she would never again find with anyone else.
No one, except Tom, could ever love her to the point that their love manifested itself so blatantly in the physical realm of passion. In one last coherent movement, Sharla reached up and cupped Tom's sweaty face in her palms. Looking deeply into the eyes of the man she would love until the day she died and beyond, and with the rhythm of their loving never faltering, Sharla declared herself claimed.
"Yours," Sharla gasped as she felt her orgasm building to a crescendo. "Always yours."
Tom listened to Sharla's words through the torrent of passion that was roaring in his ears and tears began trailing down his flushed cheeks as he returned Sharla's intense stare. So much love, so much desire; he couldn't even imagine how he had lived for so long without this in his life.
At that moment both of their bodies reached the pinnacle of desire and loaded up for the explosions that were only seconds away. Driven by his own similar thoughts and by Sharla's declaration, Tom slammed himself into Sharla with all his might as he came, his voice crying out something neither men quite heard, but Sharla would swear later was an echoing 'yours'.
Sharla felt Tom's cock rammed all the way inside her and the heated liquid that followed spread deep within her as Tom came with a deafening roar. The warmth in her vagina instantly traveled to her womb and her own orgasm quickly followed while strong fingers massaged her clit.
Having no desire to hold anything back, Sharla's entire body surged upward as she came again and again. Somewhere in the haze, Sharla felt Tom's warm mouth cover hers and she gave one last moan before she collapsed into oblivion.
In the midst of his waning climax, Tom felt Sharla's muscles tighten around his cock as his thrusts began diminishing, and he knew that Sharla was in the throes of her own orgasm. Then Sharla's upper body sprang forward even as warm crea flowed over his cock, the muscles holding him clamped even tighter and Tom gasped at the sudden sensation. Having just barely enough presence of mind, he leaned forward and captured that rapturous mouth for one final taste before his own body turned to mush and he toppled down on top of the equally spent body below him.
Labored breathing broke the silence as Tom and Sharla both tried to recover from the intensity of their lovemaking. It seemed like hours later that Tom regained a high enough level of consciousness to realize that he was crushing Sharla beneath him. He tried to roll off, but Sharla's arms snaked out with a burst of energy from some unknown source, wrapping themselves tightly around his shoulders.
"Sharla, you need to breathe," Tom pleaded earnestly, although secretly pleased by Sharla's display of possessiveness.
"I *need* you," Sharla gasped defiantly without releasing Tom.
"You have me, Sharla. You have me." Tom assured her in hushed tones and then proceeded to extract herself from Sharla's embrace. Tom's smile deepened as a small, but very obvious, pout formed on Sharla's lips. The expressions that had transformed Sharla's face while they were making love had warmed Tom's heart to the core, but this made her look so young and innocent that Tom experienced a few pangs of guilt over having made wild, passionate love to a woman so much younger than he.
Sharla whimpered as the cool air rushed over her sweaty body and her eyes managed to open for the first time since Tom had come within her. Looking up he saw Tom's dimpled face beaming down at her, looking as intoxicatedly happy as Sharla herself felt.
"What's so funny, Tom?" Sharla asked as a slight chuckle was heard from above.
Tom blushed so deeply that even against his dark skin it was noticeable. "You are so adorably cute when you pout, and you look so much like a little girl that for a minute I felt like a dirty old man who had just stolen your virginity."
Despite her still-gasping lungs, Sharla laughed at that statement, choking a little in the process. "Tom, I hate to tell you this, but the only way you were going to get a virgin out of this deal would have been to have met me about 15 years ago."
"Can we just stay in here forever, Tom?" Sharla asked, suddenly remembering the cold cruel world that was waiting for them just beyond the outer door. She felt so safe and secure here in Tom's arms that she didn't even want to think about what lay ahead tomorrow.
"Sharla, you're not alone. I'll be right there with you every step of the way," Tom soothed his lover. "There are a lot of good people waiting for you out there and you just need to remember that you don't have to face the others alone. Not anymore."
"I love you, Tom," Sharla whispered as she drifted off to sleep, trying hard not to think about what was to come.
"I love you, too, Sharla," Tom responded lovingly. But the lightness in his voice did not reflect any of the sheer determination that was plastered across his face. Anyone daring to hurt Sharla would be better off letting the devil have a crack at them, because he would teach them the true meaning of the word 'suffer.'
The End
*namon sighed at the lovely ending and put the book on her library shelf, along with her other favorite stories*
*rereading her favorite passage* Sharla felt like a free spirit running happily, passing through the trees tears streaming down her cheeks she speaks "oh how love can be bitter sweet".
*then continuing where she left off earlier*
"Sharla, we should wait." Tom tried desperately to conquer his overwhelming desire to carry Sharla into the bedroom and make love to her for all he was worth. Sharla just wasn't ready to embark on an intimate relationship at this point. There were so many other things that had to be settled first. Unfortunately for Tom, Sharla had other ideas on the subject.
"No, Tom, make love to me now," Sharla argued with a confidence that she had never possessed before, as she shifted around until she was straddling the older man as she sat firmly in his lap.
"The *only* time I ever regretted being an undercover spy was when I saw you naked and knew I would never feel the weight of your body pressing down on mine. That I would never feel you inside me, loving me, sending me flying over the edge with orgasms that mere sex could never inspire." Sharla tenderly kissed Tom's lips, wrapping her arms around the broad shoulders she found so appealing.
"Contrary to popular belief, Tom, I've always known the difference between having sex and making love. Sex was enough when I was lonely and just needed to feel another body next to me. But I'm not just lonely anymore. Now I'm in love and I want to make love with you. I want us to drive each other crazy with the passion that will fuel our hearts for all the years to come."
Sharla felt Tom's erection pressing against her through their clothing and knew that it wouldn't take much more to convince him that the time was right; that she was ready and would be able to handle it. "I want to look into your eyes when you enter me for the first time. I want to hear you moan when I nibble your nipples. I want to scream your name so loudly when you make me come that the police are called to give us an official reprimand and order us to keep it down."
Tom smiled at Sharla, caressing a soft cheek now flushed with desire instead of embarrassment. "Sharla, I appreciate a responsive lover as much as the next guy, but let's not get the police involved. I hear they've been a little frustrated lately."
Sharla smiled with wanton depravity. "You have no idea what frustrated is, Tom." Then Sharla turned serious. "You say you want me to be happy that I'm human again, so make me happy. Take me into the bedroom and make me forget that I ever believed my life was better as an undercover spy."
Sharla's voice was growing more sultry as she talked, her own arousal now straining for release and attention. "Show me how much better being *in* your bed can be than merely lying at the foot of it ever was."
"Sharla," Tom moaned deeply as Sharla ground her hips forward, rubbing Tom's painful erection, making it even harder for Tom to resist his impulses. "Sharla, I love you. I want you more than anything, but I... " Tom moaned again, even more deeply and bordering on incoherent, when Sharla began nibbling the base of his neck. "I don't want to take advantage of your... " When Sharla's tongue found its way into his ear, Tom knew he was going to lose this discussion.
"Tom," Sharla whispered hoarsely in between gentle nips and kisses. "You're talking too much. You're not taking advantage of me. I want this. I've wanted this since that day in San Francisco." Sharla's fingers were busy unbuttoning Tom's shirt while her words and lips were providing an adequate distraction. She had absolutely *no* intention of going one more night without having been made love to by her soulmate.
As soon as Tom's shirt was open, Sharla's hands began roaming over the broad chest that she had only imagined ever feeling. It was completely bare, no hair at all to take away from the smoothness of the skin that was stretched flawlessly over muscles forged from years of hard work and dedicated service.
Sharla's fingers found the small pebbles that were Tom's nipples, pinching and twisting them while her mouth began plundering Tom's, choking off Tom's protests and sensual moans. Tongue and fingers nimbly tortured her lover in a sensual dance of seduction.
"Sharla," Tom moaned as he finally managed to gain enough coherence to pull Sharla's face away from his. Gasping, Tom saw in his hands the most remarkable sight he had ever seen. Sharla was beyond beautiful in this aroused state.
Sharla's face was flushed and almost glowed in a spectacular shade of pink. Her eyes were fully dilated, the small rim of brilliant blue blending the black and white into a breathtaking picture of desire in its purest form. Her lips were swollen and looked so kissable that the last vestiges of Tom's resolve crumbled into nothingness.
"Sharla, let's move to the bedroom. If we're going to do this, let's do it right. I want tonight to last forever."
Sharla kept her arms tightly wrapped around Tom's shoulders and her legs gripped Tom's waist as she was lifted off the sofa and carried to the bedroom. Brief memories flashed through her mind of this same trip being made with another, but Sharla banished them instantly. No one was going to ruin this for them. Tom was about to make love to her, not to Kathryn, not to anyone else, just her.
True to his word, Tom gently laid Sharla down on the bed and then began removing her clothing at a painstakingly slow pace. Sharla wore only a pair of pajamas and underwear, but Tom took his sweet time taking them off, lavishing every inch of flesh as it was exposed with kisses and caresses until he had Sharla writhing out of control.
"Tom, please," Sharla moaned as fingers just barely brushed over the tip of her hard nipples.
"Sshhh, lover. We have all night. I want our first time to be something we both remember for as long as we live." Tom smiled as Sharla moaned again. Looking down at his lover, naked and aroused, Tom knew he would never love anyone the way he loved Sharla Hopkins.
This feeling, this connection, was a gift that if you were very, very lucky, came along once in a lifetime. Through all the obstacles that had been placed in their path, the Gods seemed determined to bring them together and now that he had Sharla in his possession, there was no way he was ever going to let her go again.
Allowing his own shirt to slide off his shoulders, Tom quickly bared the rest of his body for the woman he loved. By the time Sharla realized that she was no longer being touched, Tom was lovingly lying himself down on top of her. Moans and gasps escaped from both of them as skin met skin for the first time.
"Ohh, Tom, ohhh, please," Sharla's voice was hoarse with desire and her breath was coming in short gasps as her entire body responded to the weight of her lover bearing down on her. "Love me, Tom. Love me."
"I do love you, Sharla," Tom declared in a voice no less full of desire than Sharla's. Capturing Sharla's mouth as she had done to his earlier, Tom took advantage of his superior position and plundered the sweet cavity with a tongue that demanded to be satisfied and wasn't about to let up until it was. His hips gently humped against Sharla, rubbing erection against wetness, and sending jolts of unfathomable ecstasy coursing through both bodies.
Strong hands grabbed Sharla's wrists and held them captive, not allowing her to express her desires, and Sharla soon found herself almost drowning in sensations she had never dreamed could exist. Her entire body felt like it was under Tom's control, was in fact owned by the man on top of her instead of by herself.
"Please, Tom," Sharla begged into his mouth. Then she felt the tongue retreat and the lips that had melded to hers separated themselves, parting from her in answer to her request. In a purely reflexive action, Sharla's head lifted and her own lips and tongue desperately chased after Tom's.
Dodging Sharla's efforts, Tom licked Sharla's neck from her shoulder to her ear lobe with just the tip of his tongue, bringing forth the moan Tom had been searching for; a moan full of passion, desire, love and longing that was beyond anything either had ever experienced before.
"Sharla, my love," Tom whispered seductively into Sharla's ear. "Now I'm going to have you."
"Take me. Take me any way you want," Sharla almost shouted, her arms finally regaining freedom, instantly finding their way back around Tom's neck. "Please, Tom, don't make me wait any longer."
Tom smiled, kissing Sharla lightly on the cheek. "No more waiting. I promise."
Sharla opened her eyes and looked up into Tom's. For an eternity, both declared their love with just looks; looks that left no doubts, burned all bridges and claimed each for the other. There were no uncertainties, no fears, and no hesitancy about what was about to take place. Both knew that from that moment on their lives would forever be joined together.
Without breaking eye contact, Tom reached blindly for the bedside table and fumbled around in the drawer until his fingers found the small tube within. There was no room for pain tonight, no room for discomfort. Tom would make sure that by the time he was ready to stake his final claim to the beautiful body beneath him, Sharla would be prepared fully for the invasion, feeling nothing but the utmost pleasure from their union.
Sharla felt Tom's movements and knew that her wait was almost over. The sound of the pop from the opening tube of lubricant resounded sensually in her ringing ears. Then Sharla felt slick fingers work their way over her clit, touching her only briefly as if to remind her that soon she would be wrapped tightly around his sturdy shaft.
But first they slipped further back, sliding between firm cheeks, seeking out the opening that would soon be filled to capacity with a rod of passionate, lust-filled flesh. Sharla moaned and gasped while wiggling under the assault, but not once did she break eye contact with the man whom she loved more than her own life.
Tom held Sharla's gaze firmly with her own, willing the younger woman to look at him while her body was prepared for their love making. Brown eyes spoke silently of love and promises, commitments and desires, claims and dominion, blue eyes echoing each and every sentiment without hesitation or reservation.
Tom had always thought he was certain what love really was, but now that he truly had it within his grasp, he realized just how very shortsighted his expectations had been. Never in his wildest fantasies had he even come close to imagining the magnitude and depth of this remarkable love the Gods had blessed him with.
His fingers, having completed their task to perfection, were removed and the hand was withdrawn to apply a coat of lubricant to his cock. Then Tom, careful not to lose eye contact with his new lover, very deliberately eased himself between Sharla's legs, his cock glistening as it twitched frantically, the moment of entry drawing near. Brown flesh met white flesh, both shrouded in a sheen of anticipatory perspiration, both anxious for the moment they would become one.
Neither of them said a word, letting their eyes continue to do their talking for them. Ragged breathing soon became the only ripple in an otherwise highly charged, yet soothingly calm silence, which would only be broken when the smooth flesh of one met the puckered tightness of the other.
Tom gasped as he began pressing himself slowly into Sharla's body. "I love you, Sharla Hopkins." The pure rapture reflecting on Sharla's face as his cock sank deeply into her body made Tom forget anything else she might have wanted to say. Now was not the time for words. Now was the time for their love to take flight, bringing two bodies and two souls together forever.
Sharla arched toward Tom as she felt the thick shaft begin filling her, promising her she would never ever be alone, claiming her as she had begged to be claimed. Incoherent moans emanated from deep within her chest while her hands clawed at Tom in an attempt to pull her in all the way, and then some.
But Tom eased in very slowly, wanting this moment to go on forever. It was only after he was fully embedded that Tom began to move. Sliding slowly back out, only to push his way back in, Tom settled into a steady rhythm that had both of them moaning and gasping for air in a matter of seconds.
"Tom," Sharla moaned over and over. "Love you, Tom. Love you." Moving her hips in a counter movement with Tom's, Sharla met each thrust, tightening her muscles around Tom's cock each time it slid towards her center. Nothing had ever compared to this feeling of total abandon and pleasure, convincing her in a way no words ever could that this love would be hers for as long as she wanted.
With a sigh of regret, Tom accepted the reality that his release would not be too long in coming. Snaking a hand between them he felt the sweatiness of both their bodies, reveling in the knowledge that he knew was causing it. Playing with Sharla's swollen and needy clit, he began stroking it in the same rhythm as his own cock was undulating into her. Squeezing his fingers tightly in a pulsating beat, he echoed the tightening of Sharla's muscles that were massaging his own penis, his efforts being rewarded with moans and whimpers of pure pleasure from the blond below.
Just when Sharla thought nothing could ever feel better than this, than having Tom inside her and all around her at the same time, she felt strong fingers massage her clit and begin stroking it. Then when those same fingers squeezed her tightly at the apex of every stroke, Sharla screamed with the pleasure she knew she would never again find with anyone else.
No one, except Tom, could ever love her to the point that their love manifested itself so blatantly in the physical realm of passion. In one last coherent movement, Sharla reached up and cupped Tom's sweaty face in her palms. Looking deeply into the eyes of the man she would love until the day she died and beyond, and with the rhythm of their loving never faltering, Sharla declared herself claimed.
"Yours," Sharla gasped as she felt her orgasm building to a crescendo. "Always yours."
Tom listened to Sharla's words through the torrent of passion that was roaring in his ears and tears began trailing down his flushed cheeks as he returned Sharla's intense stare. So much love, so much desire; he couldn't even imagine how he had lived for so long without this in his life.
At that moment both of their bodies reached the pinnacle of desire and loaded up for the explosions that were only seconds away. Driven by his own similar thoughts and by Sharla's declaration, Tom slammed himself into Sharla with all his might as he came, his voice crying out something neither men quite heard, but Sharla would swear later was an echoing 'yours'.
Sharla felt Tom's cock rammed all the way inside her and the heated liquid that followed spread deep within her as Tom came with a deafening roar. The warmth in her vagina instantly traveled to her womb and her own orgasm quickly followed while strong fingers massaged her clit.
Having no desire to hold anything back, Sharla's entire body surged upward as she came again and again. Somewhere in the haze, Sharla felt Tom's warm mouth cover hers and she gave one last moan before she collapsed into oblivion.
In the midst of his waning climax, Tom felt Sharla's muscles tighten around his cock as his thrusts began diminishing, and he knew that Sharla was in the throes of her own orgasm. Then Sharla's upper body sprang forward even as warm crea flowed over his cock, the muscles holding him clamped even tighter and Tom gasped at the sudden sensation. Having just barely enough presence of mind, he leaned forward and captured that rapturous mouth for one final taste before his own body turned to mush and he toppled down on top of the equally spent body below him.
Labored breathing broke the silence as Tom and Sharla both tried to recover from the intensity of their lovemaking. It seemed like hours later that Tom regained a high enough level of consciousness to realize that he was crushing Sharla beneath him. He tried to roll off, but Sharla's arms snaked out with a burst of energy from some unknown source, wrapping themselves tightly around his shoulders.
"Sharla, you need to breathe," Tom pleaded earnestly, although secretly pleased by Sharla's display of possessiveness.
"I *need* you," Sharla gasped defiantly without releasing Tom.
"You have me, Sharla. You have me." Tom assured her in hushed tones and then proceeded to extract herself from Sharla's embrace. Tom's smile deepened as a small, but very obvious, pout formed on Sharla's lips. The expressions that had transformed Sharla's face while they were making love had warmed Tom's heart to the core, but this made her look so young and innocent that Tom experienced a few pangs of guilt over having made wild, passionate love to a woman so much younger than he.
Sharla whimpered as the cool air rushed over her sweaty body and her eyes managed to open for the first time since Tom had come within her. Looking up he saw Tom's dimpled face beaming down at her, looking as intoxicatedly happy as Sharla herself felt.
"What's so funny, Tom?" Sharla asked as a slight chuckle was heard from above.
Tom blushed so deeply that even against his dark skin it was noticeable. "You are so adorably cute when you pout, and you look so much like a little girl that for a minute I felt like a dirty old man who had just stolen your virginity."
Despite her still-gasping lungs, Sharla laughed at that statement, choking a little in the process. "Tom, I hate to tell you this, but the only way you were going to get a virgin out of this deal would have been to have met me about 15 years ago."
"Can we just stay in here forever, Tom?" Sharla asked, suddenly remembering the cold cruel world that was waiting for them just beyond the outer door. She felt so safe and secure here in Tom's arms that she didn't even want to think about what lay ahead tomorrow.
"Sharla, you're not alone. I'll be right there with you every step of the way," Tom soothed his lover. "There are a lot of good people waiting for you out there and you just need to remember that you don't have to face the others alone. Not anymore."
"I love you, Tom," Sharla whispered as she drifted off to sleep, trying hard not to think about what was to come.
"I love you, too, Sharla," Tom responded lovingly. But the lightness in his voice did not reflect any of the sheer determination that was plastered across his face. Anyone daring to hurt Sharla would be better off letting the devil have a crack at them, because he would teach them the true meaning of the word 'suffer.'
The End
*namon sighed at the lovely ending and put the book on her library shelf, along with her other favorite stories*