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  Carnal Confessions

  An Ellora’s Cave Electronic Publication in association with author:

  Marilyn Lee.

  ISBN # 0-9712177-7-7

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  © Copyright Marilyn Lee, 2001.

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  Edited by Tina Engler.

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  The following material contains strong sexual content meant for mature readers. “Carnal Confessions” has been rated NC-17, erotic, by three individual reviewers. We strongly suggest storing this electronic file in a place where young readers not meant to view this e-book are unlikely to happen upon it. That said, enjoy…

  Sister's Keeper

  What are you doing here?

  The question reverberated in Kelly Brooks' mind as she stood in front of the large oak door. She glanced around her. The street was quiet, tree-lined and wide. The houses, all singles with decorative security gates and private garages, whispered money and elegance in the warm May evening. This was more Karen's style than hers. She had no business here.

  If ever there was a time for getting out of dodge, this was it. But before she could retreat, the door opened. The man who stood there looked as if he'd stepped off the cover of an erotic novel. He was breathtaking. His handsome face had chiseled features, a full, sensuous bottom lip and what could only be described as bedroom eyes. He was tall and well built with a buff body, long legs, and narrow hips.

  Just looking at him made her heart throb and her neither regions flutter and pulse. Suddenly she wished she’d wore something tight with a plunging neckline that showed off all her assets.

  "Karen?"

  She stared, her mouth slightly open. He had it all: handsome face, a great looking body, and a voice that made a woman tingle all over. Here was a man that embodied the complete female fantasy package. Or he would if the most important muscles in his lower body matched those in his upper one for size. She bit her lip in an effort to fight off the urge to take a quick peep to see.

  This sexy, mouthwatering man was Damon Evans? Karen must have been nuts to call him old. Forty had never looked so…utterly delicious on any man.

  "You're early," he went on. "What a delightful surprise."

  "Early?" She blinked at him, confused. "What? Oh! No! Wait! I'm not—”

  Her half formed protest died on her lips when he swept her into his arms and covered her mouth with his. His lips were warm, insistent, and demanding, his body unyielding against her softer one. She closed her eyes and savored the taste of his caressing lips, the feel of him against her.

  He held her with one arm around her waist, leaving the other hand free to stroke over her body. He brushed a hand over her rump, pausing long enough to cup each mound in his big palm before slipping his hand between their bodies to caress her breasts.

  The touch of his hand on her breasts, even through her blouse and bra sent a rush of moisture to her panties. She shuddered and arched her back, pressing both her lower body and her breasts closer.

  "You like that?" he asked softly.

  She could feel the outline of what appeared to be a rather nice sized cock pressed against her. She sought his mouth and murmured, "yes," against his lips.

  "I like it too." He put his other arm around her, drew her even closer and kissed her breathless. She responded in a mindless haze, feeling the hardening contours of what was definitely a very nice sized cock pressed intimately against her as they kissed and caressed each other.

  Her vagina throbbed, aching to feel his dick sliding inside of it, all the way up to the balls. "God," she moaned, just thinking about it. She sneaked a hand between their bodies and cupped her palm over his groin, massaging and caressing his cock and his balls through his pants.

  He thrust his hips forward against her hand. "Damn. Don't do that unless you mean business."

  The hoarsely voiced warning was enough to bring her back to her senses. She snatched her hand away and stared up at him in wide-eyed horror.

  He stared back for several moments, in silence. Then he sighed and finally drew his lower body away from hers. He kept one arm around her waist, which was just as well because she found it impossible to stand without the support of his arm. Forget telling him he'd been kissing and arousing the wrong sister.

  "Are you all right?"

  All right? She longed to undo his zip and slip her hands inside his pants and fondle his big, bare dick before slowly feeding it into her body. She longed to rip off her clothes, spread her legs, and have him ravish her right there on his front steps. All right she definitely was not.

  "Are you all right?" he asked again, then brushed the back of his hand across her cheek. "Come in." Tightening the arm around her waist, he swept her into a large, elegant living room that was so perfectly coordinated, she knew it must have been furnished by a professional interior decorator.

  "Have a seat and I'll get you a drink."

  She nodded and forced herself not to follow his movement to a long, cream-leather bar by a pair of French windows. Pull on the reins, Kel. Pull on the reins. He's just a man. Okay he's a man with a killer smile, a handsome face, a devastating kiss, and a big, hard cock. But still just a man. Just give him his "dear Damon" message and hit the trail. He's not the only man in town with a big, hard cock. After that delectable interlude with him, she knew she was ready for a man of her own.

  He sat beside her on the love seat and put his arm around her shoulders when he came back with the drink—leaving her breathless. "You look different." He tilted his head to one side and studied her. "What have you done to your hair?"

  Now was the time to tell him. That's why she'd come—to deliver bad news—not to fall for him herself. She ran a trembling hand through her short dark curls. "I cut it," she was amazed to hear herself say quickly. "Do you like it?"

  He brushed his fingers against the hair tapered at the back of her neck. "Of course I like it. It makes your eyes look even greener." He smiled and touched his lips lightly against the nape of her neck and she nearly purred with pleasure. "I like it and I like you."

  "You do? You like me?"

  "Oh yeah. Let me show you show much." He kissed her slowly. As he did, he ran a hand over her breasts, down her stomach, under her skirt and into her panties. A burst of lust shattered through her as he flicked his thumb against her clit several times.

  Moaning, she closed her eyes and collapsed against the sofa. Part of her mind screamed that she could not allow this to happen. But she quickly slipped beyond rational thought as he slipped a finger inside her vagina. He paused, as if waiting for her to protest. When she didn't, he quickly withdrew his finger.

  Her eyes snapped open and she stared at him, silently beseeching him not to stop.

  He smiled at her. "Don't worry. We've only just begun, sweetheart. If I'm really going to please you, and trust me, I am going to please you, I need some room to work in."

  She bit her lip. What did he mean? And shouldn't she stop him?

  He slipped off the sofa, kneeled at her feet, and took off her sandals. Her skirt, blouse, and bra quickly followed. When she lay on the sofa wearing just her panties, he rose and stood staring down at her.

/>   "You are so beautiful with your big, firm breasts, your long legs, and your delightful rump. Now don't you want to show me what's under those panties?"

  "Yes." A combination of lust and desire forced the word from her mouth.

  He smiled. "Then take them off and show me your treasure. Do it slowly. I want to savor the moment."

  She swallowed slowly, staring at him. He wanted her to do a mini striptease for him? Her? She bit her lip. "I-I…I've never…done anything like that before."

  "That'll make it all the sweeter, knowing I'm the first man you've done it for. Slowly now."

  Feeling as if she were a different person, a sensuous, uninhibited woman, she gave him a nervous smile and slowly lifted her hips up and even more slowly began to pull her bikini briefs down. She uncovered her butt, making sure to keep her crotch covered. Then, locking her gaze with his, she inched the soft silk material of her panties down until the top of her hair-covered triangle was visible.

  She paused, enjoying the sound of his quickening breathing and the fact that his gaze was now firmly trained on her lower body. Wiggling her hips suggestively, she gradually peeled her panties down until what he had called her treasure what clearly visible. She drew one leg through the panty leg and then the other leg. Completely, naked, she tossed the panties aside.

  He caught them before they hit the floor and to her surprise, buried his face in them, closed his eyes, and spent several moments just breathing in deeply.

  The sight of him sniffing her damp panties aroused her to the point that she felt a fresh wave of moisture glistening between her now aching thighs.

  When he lowered the panties and opened his eyes, she spread her legs wantonly, giving him a full, unencumbered view of her wet channel.

  Stuffing her panties in his trouser pocket, he kneeled between her legs and began to kiss and caress her inner thighs with his tongue, lips, and fingers. Enjoying the delicious waves washing over her, she murmured softly, encouraging him to continue.

  The breath caught in her throat and she shuddered when he kissed his way up her thighs to her mound. He pressed several heated, frenzied kisses along the outside of her vagina before parting the lips and feeding several fingers into her—all while flicking his tongue against her hardened clit.

  Her insides contracted and convulsed around his fingers and pleasure radiated from her stomach and vagina, down to her toes. She moaned in protest when he pulled away…until she heard his zipper going down. Moments later, he was back between her legs, pleasuring her.

  She moaned in assent when he guided her hand toward his cock. It was hard and warm to the touch, big and thick. What a nice piece of meat. She didn't need any urging to enclose her fingers around it and gently begin plumping him. She strove to keep the motion of her hand steady on his cock as her heated passage quivered and fluttered to one intense climax and then another. She knew she'd succeeded when his warm, sticky come covered her fingers.

  He moved his body up hers until their lips touched. They kissed and caressed each other lazily before collapsing against each other, each sighing softly and deeply.

  "Is your bag in the car?" he asked later, when they lay in a tangle of arms and legs on the sofa.

  The question reminded her why she'd come in the first place. She shivered, imagining his reaction when he learned the truth. He'd be angry and probably hurt, but that was Karen's doing, not hers.

  "Is something wrong?" he prodded.

  She met his blue gaze and was flooded with renewed desire. She wanted him again, this time with his big dick inside her pussy. She wanted him and she knew how to get him. She and Karen were very different. Karen was a freelance photographer who liked partying. She was a CPA and liked quiet nights at home spent reading a good book or watching one of her favorite westerns, while waiting for Mr. Right. She hadn't pretended to be Karen in years, but as long as she was careful, she should be able to pull it off.

  Ignoring the last remnants of her sanity, she reached down and lightly touched his now flaccid cock. She rubbed it against her mound and felt it starting to stir at her touch. "Nothing's wrong."

  He reached out a hand to move hers off his cock and looked directly into her eyes. "Are you sure?"

  She nodded. "Positive." She smiled at him, brushing the tips of her breasts against his chest. "It's just that I don't have my bag packed yet. I wanted to…make sure that we understood each other first."

  His incredible blue eyes narrowed. "What's there to understand? We share a mutual attraction and we want to be together. If you'd rather not go, you only have to say so. I have no plans to take you against your will." He rose and stood staring down at her, as he casually put his partially erect cock in his briefs.

  She reacted instinctively, reaching out to catch one of his hands between hers. His hand was big with a slightly rough palm. "No! No, I'd like very much to go with you."

  He stared down at her, his gaze intense. "Are you sure?"

  She was seized by a moment of panic. She was sitting naked in front of a man she didn't know, who'd just finished giving her oral sex. Worst, she had just promised to spend the weekend with him—without telling him she was not Karen. It was crazy and irresponsible. And it felt right.

  She nodded quickly. "I'm very sure."

  He smiled at her, leaning down to gently cup her breasts in his palms. "Good because I can't tell you how much I am looking forward to spending the weekend with you."

  She grinned up at him. "Are you sure it's me you want to spend the weekend with and not just my breasts?"

  He laughed, smothering each nipple with kisses. "God, they are beautiful," he admitted. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. "But they're not the sole or even main attraction." He reached down a hand to cup her between her sticky thighs. "That honor belongs to this sweet, fragrant treasure, which I eagerly look forward to introducing to my cock."

  "Oh," she murmured, biting back the urge to tell him there was no time like the present.

  Slipping a finger inside her, he lifted her chin and looked at her. "You'd like me to make that introduction, wouldn't you?"

  "Yes. Oh yes." She reached in his pants and wrapped her fingers around his pulsing dick. "Does he…does he have a name?"

  "I just call him my dick or my cock." He kissed her. "You can call him whatever you like, after you've been formally introduced." He flicked a finger at her clit. "Does this treasure have a name?"

  "Yes."

  He drew back and looked at her, his brows raised. "Yes? What is she called?"

  "Damon's Pussy," she said wickedly.

  * * * * *

  Sitting beside him as he drove to the Jersey shore, she tried to remember everything Karen had told her about him. He was a partner in a prestigious law firm and a widower, his wife having died two years earlier. He had a brilliant seventeen-year old daughter at school in Boston. Or was she sixteen and at school in California?

  She decided that it would be best not to mention her since she couldn't recall if Karen had ever called her by name. It wouldn't do to be sent packing before she got a chance to show him that she could be everything that Karen was.

  His house was on the beach. She stood on the porch that ran the length of the house and watched the waves gently breaking against the shore as he carried their suitcases inside. She sighed, imagining what it would be like to make love with Damon on the beach in the moonlight, with the water gently lapping over their feet and legs. The sand would be soft and moist and provide a delightful cushion as Damon lay on top of her, his big cock pulsing and pounding in her pus—no…in Damon's Pussy. The thought sent a tingle of anticipated pleasure through her and she smiled.

  "The nearest house is half a mile up the beach. We can be nearly alone here."

  She turned to find him standing behind her. "Oh Damon, it's so nice here."

  He looked surprised and she realized she'd made her first mistake. "You say that as if you weren't here just three weeks ago."

  She turned away. "No,
I only meant….ah…I had no idea that being here with you again could be so very, uh, nice."

  He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face him. "You say the sweetest things. But then you're very sweet, aren't you?"

  He was so close that she found it difficult to breathe. "Am I?"

  He bent his head until his lips were so near she could feel their warmth on her mouth. "Oh yes, you are." He gathered her in his arms. His kiss was slow and intimate, the tip of his tongue touching hers before sliding into her mouth. She sighed and warmly returned his kisses while clinging helplessly to him—loving the way his body molded itself to her trembling one. She rubbed her groin against his. Making love with him was going to be too erotic for words.

  She was disappointed when he finally pulled away. "You have the middle room again."

  She blinked at him, feeling confused and dazed. She had the middle room? Weren't they going to sleep together? "I—I do?"

  He nodded, smiling.

  Okay. So they wouldn't be sleeping together. She was disappointed, until she realized that since he thought she was Karen, he and Karen had never been lovers. At least that's what she hoped it meant.

  “Okay," she said and followed him into the house.

  They ate dinner by candlelight on the patio. Just before the meal, Damon produced a vase with a single red rose in it. "A rose for a rose."

  A surge of heat rushed through her. "That's so sweet."

  He reached across the table to clasp her hands in his. "I can be sweeter still."

  She smiled brazenly at him. "Oh, that's what I'm counting on."

  He grinned. "Are you now?"

  She knew she'd be sorry for her shameless behavior later, but all she could think about was how wonderful it would be to have him make love to her.

  After dinner they walked on the beach, arm in arm, stopping frequently to kiss. Each time his lips touched hers, she felt lightheaded with anticipation of the night to come. To her dismay, he left her at her bedroom door with a warm but brief kiss. "Sweet dreams," he whispered.