**Mature Content**

Justin was awake. Awake and relaxed. Awake, relaxed and hard. For the first time in a long time, he'd actually slept through the night with no nightmares. Or the restless energy that had him out running like a man possessed before dawn.

And all thanks to the nubile deity sleeping on top of his chest as she's bathed in golden light and particles from the morning sun streaming through the bedroom window.

His cock stirred as Sharon's leg caressed his up and down. He stilled, not daring to breathe. He didn't want her wake up just yet. Not when he had a beautiful woman in his arms, who for the first time in a long while, he wanted to keep watching her sleep more than he wanted morning sex. Well, almost.

He looked down at her mussed hair and grinned. She had a serious case of bedhead. He gently ran his fingers through her hair, using his fingers to detangle some of the knotted strands.

Justin still couldn't believe that the insatiable woman on top him was the same cool and detached psychiatrist he was referred to. Who also used to be that little jabbering dream girl he went to school with. In many ways she was just as he remembered. In other ways she wasn't.

Sharon was still a bright, warm and caring person. And as he found last night, a supple nymph who'd ride hide cock like nobody's business. He'd loved to fuck her again but after blowing through both packs of condoms, six total, she had to be a bit sore.

Sharon's leg moved again, the sheet slipping further down her ass, revealing the tattoo on her lower back. Another way she wasn't the same little girl.

It was hot.

He'd never once thought of her as the tattoo type. He had to thank Kim for dragging Sharon into an impromptu weekend at Mardi Gras. Seeing that tramp stamp unleashed something in him. Watching her ass jiggle, with her little butterfly ink fluttering with each thrust as he took her from behind, legs spread wide to take him in deeper and harder, drove him mad.

Concerned that he was hurting her, he tried to reel back and slow down. But the woman had whipped her head around and snarled at him that he better not stop. Well fuck, her wish was his command. And he lost himself in a frenzy of tight, warm pussy and smackable ass.

Never had he wanted to be so deep inside a woman. She was glorious. Sensational. And there was no way in hell that he was done with her. Justin wanted to give it to her so good she'd still feel his cock inside her for days. That she'd always think of him the next time a man took her from behind.

Justin frowned. Now with the sun rising, the thought of another man tasting, licking and fucking Sharon, made him just as uneasy as last night.

They've only met-reunited-a few days ago. And already she'd burrowed underneath his skin. He'd originally wanted to seduce her to get her out of her system. But after coming harder than he'd ever had in his life and talking about their life stories in between the sex...

He was right. Dr. Cooper was a dangerous woman. The kind of woman he needed to fortify his walls against if he didn't want another repeat like his ex-wife.

Justin shook his head. There was no way Sharon was anything like Rosa. But still he'd been burned way too badly to ever let his heart commit to another woman again. And unfortunately, Sharon was a committed type of woman.

Fortunately, Justin only planned to enjoy her for a few nights. For however long it'd take to fuck her out of his system.

Justin continued to finger comb through Sharon's hair when he felt a firm squeeze on his cock. His gaze swiveled to a pair of brown eyes, rich and lustful as melted chocolate, locked on his face. His engorged cock grew hard enough to crack steel as she stroked his shaft up and down. "Awake are we," he hissed.

"Yup." Sharon smiled, hitting him like a punch to his gut. She squeezed the head of his penis, her thumb circling the tip. "So are you."

Justin shrugged, his hands roaming down to massage her shoulders. "Occupational hazard. Though you're not making it better," he groaned out.

Not making it better? Who was he kidding. Her touch sent his blood to boil from his head down to his groin. How he longed to be deep inside her again. Feel her tight warmth clench around him.

Without halting her administrations, Sharon pushed on his chest and sat on her haunches. Justin watched enthralled, her breasts swaying above him. Her cocoa dusted nipples hardened into tight buds.

God, how he wanted to suck on them, thought Justin as he reached out to cup her breasts. He relished how the globes overflowed through his fingers. So much to grab and not enough hands.

Her pink tongue slipped out her mouth, gliding over her lips. "You know," she said in a husky voice. "You never once let me do something I'd like to do you."

"What?" Justin pinched her nipples, earning him a gasp that shot a ribbon of desire to his already swollen cock. "You didn't like?"

"Oh, I liked," moaned Sharon, in a voice Justin knew to be her fuck me voice. "But there's something I'd like to do better."

Before Justin could ask what that was, Sharon pulled away from him, his hands bereft of her luscious breasts. He almost cried foul but the words had died in his throat when she wrapped her mouth his head. Sucking, licking and stroking his cock taking him inside her mouth inch by glorious inch, hitting the back of her throat.

"Shit. That feels so good." Watching Sharon devouring his dick like it was her last meal was too fucking hot. And damnit, he wasn't going to last long.

His balls tightened but there was no way in hell he'd allow himself to come. At least not without her.

"Come here." A loud pop rang through the air. Sharon had released him when he grabbed her legs and positioned her back on top of him upside down.

"What are you-"

"Don't stop," growled Justin. He breathed in her arousal like it was first breath of fresh air. With her ass above him, Justin had a hard time deciding which sight he liked best. He'd always figured himself to be an ass man. But Sharon had front and back. Shit, after last night and this morning, guess he was a Sharon man.

She took him in her mouth again and Justin bucked at the touch of her warm tongue. He fingered her wet folds, then slid them into her pussy and used his own tongue to lave her sensitive clit. Lapping up her juices like they were ambrosia.

Fuck Folgers. The best part of waking up was getting sucked off with Sharon's taste on his tongue at the same time.

He still couldn't believe no one ever ate her sweet pussy before. But god did it fill him with cave man pride to be the first to savor her arousal. After hearing that last night, he gave his all to make it good for her. And swore to make it better this morning as he nibbled and latched on to her clit, his fingers pumping faster and harder in time with her tongue.

Her core clenched on his fingers and his balls tightened. As bad as he wanted to come in her mouth, he wanted to come inside her more. He inserted another finger and after a few thrusts she exploded. He drank every single drop of her juices, while desperately holding back on his own release.

He had to have her. Now.

Lifting her shuddering hips from his face, he sat up and pulled Sharon, ignoring her protests, to straddle him. He slid into tight, heated core to the hilt.

"Oh my god," moaned Sharon, her arms immediately wrapping around his neck. He swooped in to kiss her, wanting her to taste herself on his lips. The aftershock  from the force of her orgasm sent tremors to his balls.

She felt so good. He groaned into her mouth, the ecstasy of feeling her warmth, skin to skin, without anything between them..."Shit."

He pulled away, gripping Sharon's hips to stop. But she continued to ride him, crazed as she chased her second orgasm. "No. Please don't stop again Justin."

Touching her forehead, Justin wished that he didn't have to. The last time he went bare was with his ex-wife. And looked how that turned out. A daughter with his name but not his blood. He couldn't take the chance of possibly getting Sharon pregnant and wondering if the child was his or not. She might have another man, some dumbass fool who didn't know what he was missing for never going down on her. Going through nine painful months of not trying to get his hopes wasn't something he wanted to do. He'd already spent eight years of being a daddy before it was taken away from him in one day and by a piece of paper.

"We can't," he growled, shaking his head. Their ragged breaths engulfed them and damn, he wanted to hear more of it. Hear her gasping for breath until screamed his name as she come. But he was an adult, not a horny teen who couldn't control himself. "No condoms remember?"

 Justin gritted his teeth as Sharon sank down on his length, her sheath cocooning around his shaft and trailed soft, warm kisses along his chin.

"Please," she breathed against his mouth. "I have an IUD. And I'm clean."

His left arm wrapped the full width of her waist like a steel band while his free hand fisted in her hair. Tightening his grip, he pulled and gazed down at her face.

The expression on her face nearly killed him. She wore her gut wrenching, painful need for him on her sleeve, in her eyes and in every quiver of her body. Worse, Justin knew it mirrored his own. He wanted her with a burning passion like a white dwarf star. He wanted to believer her but deep down he didn't want to not believe her. He'd die if he didn't make her come, make them both come. And dying of blue balls was not the way he'd like to go.

"Please," whimpered Sharon, looking up a him glassy eyes. "I need you."

Any little bit of resolve he had left  fell apart like a demolition implosion. Her plea, those three little words, the trigger to blast it away into a pile of rubble.

Justin didn't think of the consequences. He had to have her and like a man possessed, he rolled Sharon beneath him and plundered her mouth like a marauding pirate. The cavern of her mouth and warm tongue, the treasure of all treasures. He thrusted into her sex and pulled out to his tip. In. Out. In. Out.

Sharon thrashed beneath him, he nails branding his shoulders with tiny crescent moons, her moans echoing in the room. Justin could feel her desperation and removed his hand, rubbing hard on her sensitive clit.

"Open you eyes," demanded Justin. "I want to watch you come."

Her eyes fluttered open. "Come for me."

He felt her core spasm as her release ripped through her, screaming his name. His orgasm followed hers, so powerful he almost blacked out. Too tired and sated to pull out he remained on top of her, still careful not to crush her.

Sweaty and swelling of sex, they laid their unmoving, swallowing gulps of air until their breathing became normal. After several minutes, Justin found the strength to pull out of Sharon, rolled onto his back and crossed his arm over his face.

What the fuck had he done?

***

It's official. Justin Boyd was her crack. She would've warned herself to be careful about forming an addiction but she'd been too late. The best she could do was to wean herself off with a few more second and third base action. No more sex.

That's how they found themselves using her shower. Which eventually turned into getting on her knees (and getting her hair wet) action. Sharon couldn't resist. The man had muscles for days. He had more rifts than a seafloor.

The man was part siren or distantly related.  Because before she was aware of her actions her hands splayed across his chest. Fondling and massaging each dip and swell of his magnificent shoulders, arms and abs.

Her heart raced to feel his heated skin underneath her palms. To watch his nipples harden under her touch. Liquid heat pooled at her core and Sharon giggled. The man was a miracle worker. He turned her from a two-fer kind of a woman to a nympho.

She wrapped her hand around his hardness, the surge of feminine power swelled, as a string of curse words and groans, were elicited from her touch.

He was beautiful. His cock was beautiful. She wanted to taste him.

And this time he wasn't going to stop her.

"Sharon," grunted Justin as he slapped the tiles  above her. "Baby, you've worn me out."

"This guy doesn't think so," she whispered around his head and cupped his balls as she watched him pant, pleasure and pain searing across his face.

"He doesn't know any better."

So he says. But wasn't doing anything to stop her either. He wanted this just as much as she did. Their gazes locked while Sharon followed the trail of water sluicing his body. She nibbled and licked his sexy vee- she was right, it was sexier than D'Angelo's- his belly button, pelvis and muscular thighs. Her lips touched every part of his lower body that she could reach, except, if his trembling body was any indication, where he needed it most.

His cock twitched by her ear, its hardness demanding her attention. She nuzzled the soft, coils of hair around arousal, inhaling the drugging mix scent of soap, their releases and Justin's unique, virile smell. Unable to hold herself back any longer, Sharon 's arms banded around Justin's leg, her hands gripping his firm backside, as she licked his shaft in one stroked from scrotum to his tip. Opening her mouth wide, her tongue swirled his head, lapping up his pre-cum before she consumed.

She wanted to claim as he claimed her that morning and all of last night. She wanted to ravage him, drive him out of control. From the pants and grunts coming from him, she was. But it wasn't good enough. He wasn't yet feeling a fifth of the passion he'd given her so far.

Abandoning his butt, she took his cock in both hands, massing them in opposite directions, slid down on his cock to the back of her throat and hummed.

"Fuck Sharon!" He fisted her hair, but she didn't let up and sucked harder with potent power of a super typhoon. Sharon felt his legs tremble and seized up. "Shit. Fuck. I'm gonna come."

"Then come for me," Sharon mumbled around his cock. Justin came, thick and hard like she wanted, a libation she took in great relish, letting no drop escape her lips. When his jerks slowed down, she slowly let his shaft go and stood before him.

His eyes were shuttered and so was hers those last moments when she deep throated him. Justin was hyperventilating like a sprinter who'd just run a marathon a first time.

Mission accomplished thought Sharon. Instead she said, "You taste good."

Before she could say anymore Justin pressed her into the cold tiles of the bathroom shower and devoured her mouth as if to punish her. Good thing it was a punishment she'd like.

They'd overstayed their welcome in the shower, paying for their lack of restraint with skin more wrinkly than prunes.  Sharon wore Justin's shirt which fell mid-thigh and fished out an old pair of Casey's pajama pants from the bottom of her underwear draw. It was a little tight but as it showed off his package nicely, it didn't bother her too much.

Justin followed her every move, touching and caressing her, every chance he got as they scrounged for food. Sex works up an appetite and great sex times that by a thousand. But semen didn't count as a healthy meal to start one's day. Although she really did enjoy that.

"Justin." She smacked his hands away, before opening the cupboards to reach for the cereal bowls. And in a sultry voice said, "Leave me alone already."

"You know you don't mean that?" Justin grinned like a little boy with a secret he couldn't wait to tell.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Then what do I really mean?"

"That you want me to fuck you again."

Sharon flushed. He was right. She did want him again. But no sense letting him know that. "Yeah right."

She sidestepped him to get milk from the fridge  but with the agile speed of his college football days he caught her in his arms.  Her breath left her in a whoosh as Justin pulled, turned her around onto his chest and swooped down.

Sharon loved the way he kissed her. Like a drowning man searching for life giving air within her mouth. She return his kiss with the same fervor. Her mind blanked out and didn't register the odd clacking noise, from her door being unlocked and opened.

"Mommy!"

Sharon jumped out of Justin's arms, her heart pounding in her throat and watched as her son CJ, ran into the kitchen and skidded to a stop in front of them. His father and fiance, carrying bags from IHOP brought up the rear.

No one said a word and it was so silent you could hear a  feather drop as the four of them played eye contact tag.

Except for CJ, whose head tilted up, up, up, until it dangerously looked like it'd  fall off his neck. He studied Justin's face for several seconds then turned to her and asked, "Is he staying with us?"

Just when they're getting grabby hands with each other again company arrives. Oh well, it could've been worse. They could've arrived mid-O during the bedroom or bathroom. How will Sharon deal with her unexpected guests? And can Justin deal with the seemingly betrayal of Sharon never telling him she had a son? See you in ch17 to find out what happens next!

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