Love and Lust
A Collection of Adult Bedtime Stories
By Jantelle Rosaria
Published by Jantelle Rosaria at Smashwords
Copyright 2009 Jantelle Rosaria.
Cover art by Jantelle Rosaria
All rights reserved.
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Lovingly dedicated to my Husband
You gave me the strength to break free of the cocoon,
You helped to give me my beautiful wings.
I will never be the same again.
Thank you.
Happy Birthday, Neighbor
Another birthday had come and gone with little fanfare, just a few calls and cards. But, the date reminded me that my neighbor's birthday was soon to follow. He had moved in a couple of years ago, and it was when I noticed that we were both collecting birthday cards from the mail that we struck up our first conversation. It turned out that his birthday was about a week after mine. As time had gone by, Dave and I developed a nice friendship. As the only single people in a community full of married couples and families, we often teamed up for community events. I even became the go-to-girl when he needed someone to look after Blinx and the house when he had to be away on business.
Since Dave seemed to always let his birthday pass by with as little notice as I did, I figured he wouldn't have much planed. I decided that this year should be different. I got the wild idea that he needed a special surprise this year, and I was the person to do it.
It's a wonder he didn't guess something was up. Once the decision was made and the plotting and planning had begun, I couldn't help grinning and giggling every time I was around him. But, I managed to fly under the radar until the appointed day.
I had no idea how Dave would react to my surprise, but I was having a blast getting ready for it. It was certainly the first time in a long time I actually enjoyed grocery shopping. All those community cookouts were paying off, because I had a good idea what he liked as far as dinner was concerned. I hoped he would like the homemade cake as well. Oh well, you can't ever go wrong when it comes to chocolate.
Even though it was only going to be a celebration for two, I got all dolled up. My elegant grey dress and heels were just the right balance of simple and sophisticated. I even went to the trouble to put my hair up and complete the look with a frilly white apron for the kitchen. Then I took all of the groceries over to his place to make dinner before he got home. He travels a lot, so I had my own keys to his place for house sitting purposes. Blinx didn't seem to mind at all that I was the one walking in and not Dave. She greeted me with her customary purring and rubbing up against my ankles.
"Hello, Blinx, how about you and I cook up a birthday party for Dave," I said as I made my way to the kitchen.
"Mmmmmoowwww," she seemed to agree.
"Okay, then, I'll cook and you can be the look out," I giggled to myself. Blinx made me feel welcome and less like an intruder.
I set out all of my supplies and took a good look around the kitchen. Even though I'd been in his house several times, I had never bothered his things. I usually just dropped the mail on the counter and took care of the cat's needs. I was glad that I had the forethought to get some cake pans. Laughing to myself I discovered a typical bachelor kitchen, and wondered if he ever ate here. He would be tonight at least. Within minutes I had the cake whipped up and in the oven. Then it was on to dinner, and I went all out. I had scored two of the most beautiful New York strips in town, those I grilled nice and slow. To that I added some whole red potatoes with a little garlic and butter, some mixed steamed vegetables, and fresh bread. It was the wine that was the most special, though. Several years ago I had purchased a bottle of fine merlot with the intention of starting a collection. But I never collected any more wine than the one bottle, so I decided that this would be just the occasion to open it and enjoy it for it's intended purpose.
I had just gotten the table set and the house full of the smells of dinner when I heard his keys at the door. Giggling to myself, I ran back into the kitchen and fluffed the bow of my apron to make sure that it was sitting just right there above my tush.
"Hello? Is there somebody here?" he called as soon as he got the door open.
"In here, Dave," I called back happily.
I heard his keys rattling as he set his things down and shut the door.
"Janie, is that you," he asked from the other room. "What are you doing . . . " he didn't finish the question once he rounded the corner and saw me. "Um . . . hhmmmm . . . uh, Janie, you look amazing, but what are you doing here?"
"I thought I might surprise you and make you a birthday dinner," I smiled at him.
"Wow, that's so nice of you, but my birthday's tomorrow."
"I know that, but I had it on good authority that you might be occupied at work tomorrow evening, so I knew I would really surprise you today."
"Yeah, they at least take me out for a drink, it's no big thing really. So you made me dinner?"
"Mmm hhhhh! I have grilled New York Strip, potatoes, steamed veggies and all the trimmings. There will even be cake later."
"I don't know what to say. I feel like a jerk for not getting you a card, now."
"Oh no you don't! This was totally spur of the moment and I have had more fun plotting and planning the surprise than I ever had getting one. So consider THAT your gift to me."
"You are a funny woman, Janie."
"Thank you, I think. Would you mind helping me finish up?"
"Not at all, what do you need me to do?
"Everything is almost ready. Could you pour the wine?"
"Sure." But then he got a look at the label, "Janie, do you know what you're about to have me open? Are you sure you don't want to hang on to this?"
"Yes, I know. And no I don't need to save it any longer. It was for a collection that I never started. And you have been such a good friend, I wanted to share something special."
"Dinner and cake is one thing, but this . . ."
"Just open it," I interrupted.
"Alright, since you insist," he said as he opened the bottle and began to pour.
Within a few minutes we had dinner on the table and were talking away. He told me about the projects he was working on. I told him about the latest office gossip. He wasn't at all surprised that Blinx fell asleep on the job and didn't warn me when he was about to come in. She's not much of a look out. Of course the more of the wine we drank the more relaxed we became.
I had always thought Dave was a nice looking guy and great to be around, but now I was allowing myself to really be attracted to him. Thanks to the wine, I was beginning to flirt shamelessly. But since he was flirting right back, I didn't see any need to stop.
"Okay, time for cake. Give me just a few minutes to put on the finishing touches," I said as I went back into the kitchen, wine glass in hand.
The cake was nice and cool and the icing went on quickly. I put a couple of candles on it, lit them, and carried the cake back out to the table.
"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you . . . " I sang in my best Marilyn Monroe impression.
Dave couldn't stop chucking long enough to blow out the candles.
"Oh, come on, you have to make a wish before the candles melt all over the cake!"
"Okay, okay," he said as he gathered his composure and blew.
Cake and coffee were served and Dave put on some music. It was beginning to get a bit romantic, not at all what I had expected. But the mood seemed just right, never the less.
"What did you wish for?" I was dying to know.
"I didn't wish for anything, actually. It was more of a thank you for more than I could have ever wished for," he said wistfully.
"What was more than you could have wished for," I kept on.
"Dinner and a cake made by one of the sweetest and loveliest women in the world. I mean it, Janie. You look absolutely amazing. When I came around that corner and saw you in that dress and apron, wow, you took my breath away for a moment."
"Really," I asked feeling a bit like a little girl.
"Really, you are quite a package. And I find myself very thankful that I know you."
"Thank you, Dave," I stumbled. I really didn't know what else to say.
"I should be thanking you over and over. This whole surprise was truly amazing. You outdid yourself."
"Oh, please, it was nothing, really,” I was going to continue, but he caught my eyes in his.
"Would it be too much to ask if I could kiss you," Dave asked, his eyes locked on mine.
"Uh, no, that's not too much," I stammered still not knowing what to say.
"No expectations, Janie, just a kiss to show my appreciation."
And it really was intended as just a harmless kiss. It was short and closed lipped, but still there was something in his gentle way. Maybe it was because he was so close to me. Maybe I had just had a bit too much wine. I had closed my eyes to receive his kiss, and it did something to me. I breathed deeply, put my arms around his shoulders, and kissed him back. That was just the encouragement he needed. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. The second kiss, though still close lipped, was full and lingering. He was so careful in allowing himself just a little more.
"Oh, Janie, you taste so tempting," Dave whispered against my lips.
He trailed his fingertips up the open back of my dress, caressing my flesh for the very first time. I opened my mouth and sighed. The third kiss was open and warm. I melted into his arms.
Pulling away from me a little he said, "Thank you, Janie, this truly is more than I could have ever wished for. But if I continue down this road with you now, I won't be able to control my desire much longer." With that he released me and stepped back.
Still intoxicated by the warmth of his kisses, I just looked at him. I was confused to say the least. Did he like me, but just not that way? Did I miss something? It must have been all over my face. I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn't find the words.
"Sshhhh, don't say anything just, yet," Dave said, calmly and quietly. "It's not that I don't want you. God help me, because right now I really do. So much so I'm on the verge of losing control. But I don't want it that way between us. I don't want to do anything that we might regret and ruin a friendship over. If anything that kiss just convinced me I could find myself falling for you."
My head was coming back down out of the clouds, but I still felt confused. "What are you saying, Dave?"
"What I'm saying is, I want to romance you a bit, lavish the same attention on you that you have on me tonight. And then when I know that the relationship can support it, I want to make love to you."
"Oh . . . " the wine and kisses had really messed with my head.
"Have I disappointed you?" his tone seemed a bit worried.
"No . . . how could a girl be disappointed with an offer like that. You are promising me far more than a quick romp. I guess my feelings and yours just caught me by surprise."
"Ok, just wanted to make sure. Let's have another piece of cake and coffee. It's almost midnight and I want you to stay until it really is my birthday. Okay?"
"Sure," I smiled and went back for more coffee.
We took our cake and coffee to the couch and sat together. There was far less conversation and a lot more looking into each other's eyes. Once he finished his cake, he sat down his plate and took my hand in his.
“Thank you for understanding, Janie. I really do want all that you have to offer, but I want to give you all that I can, too. And just to show you I mean it, once midnight has passed I want you to go home and get a good night's rest. We are both going to call in sick to work tomorrow, and I'm going to give you my birthday. I'm going to treat you like a queen all day."
I almost wanted to cry at how wonderful he really was. I had long given up on the dating scene. If there was anyone out there for me, he'd just have to come and find me, otherwise I was going to live my life. Could it be that he'd finally found me?
I took a deep breath and said, "It's a date then."
He positively beamed at that. "Excellent," was all he said.
Funny enough, the clock began to chime right then. And Dave got up to escort me out the door. He told me not to worry about cleaning up; he'd take care of that. A kiss goodnight and I was on my way back to my place. My cold, empty, lonely place. Should have I insisted on staying? Was I doing the right thing? Of course I was. There's no need to let my hormones get out of control. That's all it was really, right? Just my hormones stoking my desire. I debated with myself like this the entire time I was getting ready for bed. I was going to see him again in the morning. So why did I still feel this NEED? Now that I knew he wanted me I didn't want to be apart from him. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time before turning out the lights to go to bed.
"What are you doing? Why are you still here," I asked my reflection. "You know what you want, you know what he wants. Go get it!"
I smiled back and answered the reflection, "You know, I think I will."
So I turned out the lights and walked back over to Dave's in naught buy my nightie. I paused only to pose myself just right before ringing the bell.
Smiling coyly as he opened the door I said, "You did say 'see you in the morning.' So, good morning."
"Oh, Janie! Thank you for coming back. I felt so stupid for sending . . . "
"Just shut up and kiss me again."
He pulled me in the door and kissed me hard and full. Then he shut the door and we never looked back. It was a birthday celebration that both of us will remember for a very long time.
To Conquer Doubt
Despite who she was and all of what she was, it was the deep and gnawing doubt that still needed to be conquered. Unfortunately, she was wholly unable to do it on her own. Only a hero, bold and brash, could rescue her from such doubts.
"Come walk along the beach with me," he offered as he held out his hand.
The deep night's sleep still lingered in her head, and she preferred to be fully awake and aware when he was around. She jokingly asked for coffee in a bid for more time to gain wakefulness.
"Of course, how do you take it again," he asked without missing a beat.
"With chocolate."
"Ahhh, a woman after my own heart."
"Have I ever proven to be anything but?"
His smile warmed her far more than the coffee ever could.
"So . . . shall we go," again offering her his hand.
She took a deep breath and took his hand, despite that she was still in nothing more than the pale blue nightie she had slept in. They walked along quietly in the soft morning light, enjoying the gentle breeze and the soothing sound of the waves caressing the beach.
"If I haven't said so already, you look very beautiful today," he whispered in her ear as she paused to sip the coffee.
She blushed and demurred. "Thank you."
"You know, I love your eyes, My Sweet. They're so romantic, haunting," he commented when she peered up at him. "They tell of the passion, the desire, the need that is within you, has always been within you."
Remembering others in her life, she averted her gaze and replied, "I don't think everyone sees it, or at least some are so used to it that it no longer makes an impression."
"Well, I see it, and it makes a very big impression on me," he confessed as he caressed her cheek with his hand. He searched her eyes again as he lifted her face toward his. He placed the softest of kisses upon her lips. She drew a ragged breath that made her shudder against him. His gentleness made her so weak she sought his strength to keep her upright.
"You know me far too well," she whispered against his lips.
"I know you very well, My Sweet, what's in your heart and in your soul."
He sealed his words on her lips with a passionate kiss and caressed her body as she pressed harder against him. The world around them was beginning to fade out of her perception. Relinquishing the last of needless caution, she returned his kiss.
At this sign of trust and desire, he led her to a secluded spot sheltered by overhanging sea-grape trees. He laid her down in the soft sand and peeled away her light weight chemise. Kissing her all the while, he enjoyed the feel of her skin, the smell of her hair, and the heat of her body.
The pleasure he caused her made her feel undeniably alive. She let it consume her and carry her away.
He kissed her neck as his hands caressed her breasts. Then he worked his way down her body, kissing, licking and sucking as he went, making certain to never miss a single spot of her beautiful body. Her sighs assured him that she was letting go and letting him take her away on a wave of pleasure. Soon, her body quaked, and her mouth filled with cries of passion. As he reached her legs, he found her center ready for him. The scent of her ignited his desire to taste her, to sample the passion of this woman; his beautiful, desirable, amazing woman.
Her beautifully shaved skin was so soft and delicate. He plunged into her fully, reveling in her taste. He stirred her passion to wildness. She worked her fingers into his thick dark hair and enticed him deeper into her. Then, his tongue found her spot. He teased it, played with it, denying her for only a moment. Until, finally, he feasted on her with passionate abandon. Only when she could take no more and began to shake, did he send her over the crested wave of pleasure. And with her sweet release, he found his fill.
He raised up and slid himself across her glistening body, shedding what little clothing he wore. His manhood had become engorged by the thrill of her. It easily found its place at the entrance to her. There was no resistance. Her body was so very ready. He took her, slowly at first, but his own passion soon overtook him. He had to have her completely. The flames of his desire were about to consume him. Faster and faster, he took her, until at last they were both consumed by passion and found it fulfilled.
One tear welled in her unfathomable eyes. As it crested, it was followed by others. She wept. His heart told him why.
Lowering his lips to her ear, he whispered, "Yes, you are desired."
With the initial desire and need fulfilled, she pulled him close again. She needed to be wrapped up and held. Again the doubt began to rise. In the depths of her soul she hoped it was indeed passion she inspired and not mere lust.
He held her as close as his next breath, feeling her body shiver. He let the warmth flow from him into her, giving her everything she wanted, everything she needed. She always inspired this in him, this passion. It flowed from her like water, to cover and refresh him.
"Thank you," she whispered ever so softly.
He hugged her closer still. He had no words for what she had given him, and yet she thanked him.
She began to feel ashamed that she could be so weak and let her tears fall upon his flesh. She was completely undone by him and could not hold herself back anymore.
He continued to hold her close, letting her tears cool his searing skin. He knew what she hid in her heart, what warred in her soul.
Again he whispered, "You are desired."
At that moment he vanquished what she could not. He set her free.
Far Outside the Comfort Zone
Angelique was bored out of her skull. What was worse, according to her odd cadre of friends, she was beginning to bore them. Admittedly, she had fallen into a nice little day-to-day routine that she was loath to abandon. But, the challenge was on when Mandy threw down the gauntlet by accusing her of being a class "A" bore.
Angelique met Mandy for the first time when the publishing house she worked for assigned her to edit Mandy's first book. Whatever led the bosses to pair them, she could never figure out. Mandy and Angelique were like night and day; Mandy being the deepest, bleakest depths of the dead of night and Angelique being the brightest of cloudless sunny days in Pleasantville. Mandy's brand of Gothic horror was not exactly what she would have gone running to the bookstore for, but Angelique seemed to get Mandy in a way that no other editor could. Six books later, they had become good friends. And somehow that personal standing with Angelique gave Mandy the right to keep her from becoming too ordinary. The last incarnation of Mandy's constant attempts to get her to break free was to dress her up and take her to her favorite club. And for once Angelique decided not to fight her, but let go of her inhibitions in anticipation of what might happen. At the very least Angelique knew she would have a hell of a set of memories to chase away the blues when she found herself cold and lonely in an apartment all by herself.
The "Shock Rock" was far more than Angelique could have imagined, though. It was way out of her league. That place was totally insane and totally Mandy. The “Shock Rock” was a Gothic metal club that was dark, loud, hot, had no dress code, and no code of conduct. None but the most decedent dared to tread there. And that night they were gathered in all their eclectic glory; goths, vamps, metal-heads, gays, straights, slaves and their masters, leather, latex and lace everywhere. The bartenders were a pair of topless, tattooed lesbians that pleasured each other between making drinks. One of the waitresses was completely bald and wearing nothing but a thin coat of black body paint from her tits to her toes. Against the walls were raised platforms supporting leather sofas where all manner of gratification was performed under black lights. The room was filled with smoke, some from the stage, the rest from the patrons. It smelled like beer, sweat, smoke, and sex with the occasional cloud of cheap cologne wafting by. Candles were the only light beyond those streaming from the stage.
"Mind yourself, Angelique," Mandy had warned over and over. "This crowd will not suffer pretenders. Don't try to fit in, because you don't. Just be the fiercest most confident you. You look great."
So, Angelique went with the flow and walked into that place knowing she didn't fit and didn't care if any one noticed. The self-confidence was liberating. And plenty in the club noticed. She caught the eye of one patron in particular as soon as they walked into the door.
Kyle had been standing against the wall watching the comings and goings when Angelique's flame red hair caught his eye. He watched as she and her friends made their way through the club to the bar. He thought that the tiny skirt, big boots and lace bustier suited her perfectly. He couldn't take his eyes off of the girl he thought had to be the leader of that cat pack.
Angelique was having to blow off guys left and right, which she managed to do with a casual distain. But, she couldn't believe how the other women were circling her. Kyle continued to watch and wondered why she was there. But there was no doubt in his mind that she was, hands down, the hottest woman in the place. Not only did she fit in but she stood out.
"Check out the stud in the kilt," Mandy gasped and gestured with her martini as they set out to lay claim to the only empty table in the place.
Angelique followed her drink all the way to the opposite wall of the room. Standing there on the far side of the dance floor was the most outstanding specimen of masculinity she had ever had the pleasure to behold, and he was staring openly back at her. So amazed was she at this, that she gestured to herself to confirm the suspicion. He instantly nodded, yes. Without a thought she let her hand fall into her lap and touched herself. A wicked grin flashed across his delicious mouth. Her eyes widened and her lips parted as she became so wet and warm. He let his hand drop below his belt and grasped the front of his kilt. He had touched himself in return.
With eyes locked on his, she shifted on the stool and pulled the hem of her skirt up into her lap. She pleasured herself openly, but he seemed to be the only one to notice. His hand disappeared into the folds of the kilt, and his face began to mirror her own intense pleasure. She ran the fingers of her unoccupied hand around the rim of her glass and then dipped one into her drink. Placing the few drops that clung to that finger on her lips, she licked and sucked the nectar into her mouth. He pursed his lips and shifted his stance. She let that hand fall again to her drink. That time she dropped two fingers into the glass. Again she brought them back to her mouth, but only took the liquid from one. The drops from the other finger, she let fall and splash on her exposed cleavage. She could see his body tense with anticipation. Still stroking with one hand, she pursed her lips in a pout as if she had just noticed she had dribbled the drink on herself. She trailed her free hand down her throat toward her chest. His hand began to move more vigorously under the kilt. As if chasing the errant drops, she slid her hand down into her top and caressed her hard warm nipple. He tossed his long dark hair out of his face. She was dripping juice all over the seat of the stool. So, she shifted again and parted her legs wide for him to see. And there in the middle of the crowded club, with one hand on her breast and the other ruthlessly stimulating her pussy, she let her head fall back, closed her eyes, and gave herself a hard shuddering orgasm.
When she looked back up she saw him pushing his way through the throng on the dance floor. She took her fingers from her swollen pussy and washed the cum in her drink. The look on Mandy's face was a mixture of shock and pride. That was certainly far from boring. Just as he made his way to their table, Angelique raised her glass to him and was about to drink to him when he grasped her hand. He took the glass from her and placed it to his own lips. He turned it up and drained the glass completely. Then setting it back on the table, he took her hands and led her out onto the dance floor. She followed with a spring in her step and, a drop or two of cum running down her leg. He took her through the crowd of bouncing bodies to the side of the stage.
She couldn't help giggling to herself as he led her along behind him. If he only knew of the string of events that had brought her to that place and time, he would have felt every bit as incredulous as she did. She was out to fulfill some fantasies and maybe for a brief time become someone else's fantasy. He raised his large boot and stomped on the fog machine releasing a dense cloud that engulfed them completely.
Angelique was still reeling from the shock of getting herself off just looking at the guy. She had no idea what had come over her, but it felt so very very good to finally let go and DO some of the things she had only pondered in the dark and quiet places of her life. When the fog enveloped them, she lost all control. He had managed to weave some sort of spell over her and she wasn't at all interested in resisting.
He cupped her head in his right hand and placed his left around her waist. She stood on her toes as he bent to meet her lips. A shock ran through them both as their tongues touched, intertwined and danced in their mouths. The music vibrated through their bodies. He felt her leg hook behind his and her arms tighten around his neck. Her breasts were firm and hot as they pressed against his chest and he could feel her hips pushing hard against his leg. Kyle reached down between them and unsnapped the chain that held his sporran and let it fall to the floor. His kisses were all consuming. Angelique's body hungered for more. Once he had dropped the sporran, she could feel the fullness of his cock against her hip. The orgasm she had given herself was pleasurable but not satisfying. She wanted more, a rush, a bigger thrill. She wanted his cock right here on the dance floor. Her kisses intensified as she climbed his body and he cupped her sweet ass in his hands.
He could feel her nails lightly score his back and the tingle of sweat pour into the wounds. Her kisses were deep and passionate and he found himself lost in the moment, all alone with her in a crowded room, swaying slowly to the thrashing metal music and feeling their hearts pounding out of their chests.
Her embrace loosened and they looked for a moment into each other’s eyes. He pulled her close and placed his lips by her ear, kissed it and uttered, “I’m Kyle.”
Kyle, she could already envision screaming it in the throws of passion, Kyle. She turned in his arms and ground her ass against his raging member. He braced her hips with his strong arm and began grinding back in rhythm to the music. Their dancing caused her skirt to ride up and his kilt to part. Soon, she could feel the crown of his heavy cock coating her ass with pre-cum. She reached back and wrapped her arms around his neck and arched her whole body against him. With that shift his shaft slipped right into place. All she had to do was push back against him and he would be inside her.
As much of a thrill as her hot and ready body was, Kyle wanted to take his time with her. She had far more to offer than a dance floor quickie. He shifted his grasp in order to keep her from sliding onto him, and inclined his head to kiss her offered neck. The stimulation shifted her attention from his cock to his warm wet tongue as he nibbled and licked his way to her ear. She eased the tension against his lower body as she stretched her neck to receive more of his attentions. He slid his hands down her ass, causing his kilt and her skirt to revert to a more socially acceptable position. Then he drew his hands slowly back up her body, caressing every curve he found along the way.
Certain that he would have taken advantage of her wildly offered body; Angelique was stunned that Kyle was dancing back around her. As soon as she met his gaze, though, she was fully back under his spell. There was a calculated and hungry look in his dark eyes. Anticipation coursed through her body as surely as her hot blood did. At that moment a slender, dark haired patron in a leather cat suit crossed the dance floor from the bar. As she passed them, Kyle reached into her drink and claimed an ice cube. He popped it into his mouth and smiled devilishly at Angelique.
Her eyes grew wide, anticipating what he might do with that ice cube. Kyle pulled her close to him again and leaned in to place a chilled kiss on her over warm neck. The frigid sensation crept and spread from that spot on her neck all throughout her body. Then he let a sliver of the crushed ice in his mouth fall on her collarbone. It instantly melted and began the long slow journey down the curves and contours of his angel on its way back to earth. As it trickled across her breast, it warmed to her heat. By the time it crossed the cleft of her cleavage and made its way down her stomach, it was already the same steamy temperature as the rest of her flesh and had become indistinguishable from the rivulets of perspiration that made her skin glisten.
Angelique dropped her head back as the chills raised tiny bumps all along her skin. Kyle released his hold of her and began to drop to his knees. She placed her hands on his lowering shoulders to brace herself lest she should topple in the absence of his embrace.
The icicles began washing over her anew when he slid his chilled tongue back up the inside of her thigh. His arm and shoulder soon followed up between her legs. He placed a strong hand in the middle of her lower back to steady her as he guided her astride his broad shoulders. Her brain struggled to keep up with the swirl of maddening sensations that included being lifted off the floor and against the wall of a nearby darkened corner.
His icy breath continued to keep her in a frenzy until it reached the center of her fire. She braced her hands on his head and flung herself back against the wall. The remnants of the ice cube in his mouth had just entered her on the tip of his tongue.
It was too overwhelming for Angelique. Before Kyle could take the time to truly savor the taste and fragrance that only a woman's lover ever knew, the heels of her boots dug into his back and she came in a shuttering orgasm. Suddenly his face was bathed in a wash of her juices and ice water.
"Kyle, let me down before I fall," she pleaded.
Careful to support her in the sinew of his arms, he let her slide back down his body. The look in her eyes was well worth the sudden ending. Never was there anything more beautiful or erotic than a woman aglow with sexual satisfaction.
Once safely back on her own two feet, the world around her finally began to invade her stupor. Angelique became aware that she was in the middle of a crowded club with a virtual stranger. Her courage suddenly vanished. She needed fresh air, and she needed it fast. Angelique bolted from the dance floor and didn't stop until she hit the door of the club. Her panicked flight so stunned Kyle that he remained immobile in the vacuum left by his wild angel. Luckily, Mandy and her friends were close behind her.
"Thank you for the best show I've seen in ages," Mandy praised as she pulled a Sharpie from the top of her boot. Taking advantage of his stunned condition she scrawled something on the inside of his forearm and then swiftly made her way outside to find Angelique.
Once he came to his senses, Kyle looked down at his arm to see, "She will want you," and the ten precious digits of a phone number.
Island Fantasy
I love the time of day when there's no one else around. I can relax and ponder undisturbed. Like today, after I left you this morning I couldn't stop thinking about how pleasurable last night and early this morning were. Even the breeze on my skin was keeping me turned on. So I when I got home I laid down in the bed and imagined a luxury island get away for just the two of us.