Free Timeless Heart by Karyn Gerrard

intense
interest.
    "Take off your clothes, now," he growled, his
voice demanding in its need, rough in its unashamed lust. By the
time he was naked, Sandra was still trying to remove her panties.
Jerrod reached, grabbed a fistful of silk and ripped them right
from her body.
    "Oh my God!" she cried out. No, she hadn’t
expected that. She would not expect what he was going to demand
next either. It was if some beast had taken control of him. "On
your hand and knees, hold onto the headboard. Quick
now."
    Her eyes widened in surprise, but they
glittered with interest and desire. She did as he bade and he got
behind her, on his knees. This is what he had wanted to do since he
first saw her, take her like the animal he really was. Not that he
wasn't capable of tender feeling and considerate lovemaking, he had
already showed Sandra that side of him, but he wanted to introduce
her to the lascivious beast he could be. A man who did enjoy all
the pleasures of the flesh, but kept a part of himself back with
women from his time, for a myriad of reasons. He wondered briefly
if that was why his fiancé, Ruth Coverack, had thrown him aside for
a viscount. It would not have worked, he saw that now.
    But Sandra? As passionate a woman he had ever
had the pleasure to know intimately. He reached down and fisted his
cock in his hand, air hissed through his clenched teeth. He
squeezed it tighter. He didn't even wait to see if she was wet,
somehow, he knew she was. Rolling on another sheath, he pushed into
her without any preamble or foreplay, no caresses or kisses to pave
the way, soften the invasion. He slammed into her welcoming, hot
cunny, grabbed her luscious ass, and began to pound, holding
nothing back. It wasn't him, surely. Behaving like a crass,
oversexed monster.
    But it was. He grunted, he moaned, he was
beyond all control. He did not see to her pleasure or release at
all, just banged away. Through the sexual haze, he saw she was
gripping the headboard, and moaning herself. God's blood, she liked
it! That just fueled his own unrestrained lust. She gripped him,
her inner muscles contracting around him. An embrace so intimate,
so deep, he felt his heart contract with the sheer volume of his
passion. The crescendo of his climax was coming. His bollocks
tightened, the savage ache beyond anything he ever felt. His arm
slipped around her waist, and he brought her upright with him, on
her knees, in front of him, tight, so tight, like they were one
body. They had meshed. Entwined as one flesh. Still he pounded.
Sandra reached behind him and grasped his ass, her long nails
digging deep, searing their connection.
    "Awww....God...Sandra!"
    He blew apart. He roared like a lion lording
over a fresh kill. To his surprise and delight, Sandra was right
behind him, crying out his name as she shuddered her climax. Both
could barely catch their breath. Rivulets of sweat ran down both
their bodies as they stayed joined, upright on their knees. Jerrod
lowered his head, almost reverently, and began to lay tender kisses
on her neck. "My sweet, are you alright? Can you forgive
me?"
    She turned her head slightly. He could see the
puzzled look on her flushed face. "For what?"
    "For showing you...the beast. I will understand
if you are revolted."
    Sandra moved, his semi-erect cock reluctantly
let her go. She turned to face him, her hands cupped his face. "Oh,
Jerrod. Never. Where is this coming from?"
    He couldn't explain it now, like this. Instead
he took one of her hands from his cheek, brought it to his lips and
kissed it tenderly.
    "I feel quite famished, food, and then we will
talk."
     
    ****
     
    After a light supper, they sat in Sandra’s
living room on large toss cushions on the floor, entwined in each
other's arms. They listened to some classical music, glasses of
white wine at their feet.
    Jerrod told her about Ruth Coverack, and his
numerous, meaningless sexual encounters with women of questionable
reputation.
    "You are truly the first woman I