Romantic Bliss: Five Explicit Erotica Stories
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He didn’t require any further encouragement, and as he continued to kiss her mouth, cheeks, and neck; he began thrusting harder and faster. It felt to Nelly as though her entire body had come alive, and the strange clarity of the sensations between her legs was astounding. She remembered sex with David but didn’t remember the way she felt now, how every thrust forward seemed to fill her, how every time the head of Lawson’s cock pushed against her sweet spot fireworks seemed to flare, how his weight above her seemed to amplify everything else. She lifted her hips to meet each thrust and pulled down with her leg to encourage him to move faster. His mouth was everywhere on her face and then her orgasm exploded over her. It was shattering, and her entire body clenched and remained clenched. Lawson stopped moving and said, “Are you oka—”
“Fuck me! God, fuck me! I’m cumming!” she shouted and began moving furiously against him. The orgasm was staggering. She felt the divorce, the hurt, the anger, and the confusion disappearing in the explosions of sensation coursing through her as she clutched him to her and encouraged him to move faster and harder. He continued to kiss her and then cried out. She felt him thrust and felt him swelling, and she held tightly as he came, kissing his neck and letting her shouts turn to whispers and then to heavy breaths as she slowed and finally stopped. It wasn’t until he began to withdraw that fear suddenly gripped her. She’d slept with a stranger and hadn’t used… She sighed in relief when she saw that indeed he’d worn a condom. She leaned back and sighed.
A moment or two later, she felt his hand at her pussy and jumped because she was too sensitive. Lawson was only putting her panties back in place, though. Then, she felt him lifting her ass up to pull down her dress and smooth it out. Then, he took her hand and helped her to come out of the car. She stood, feeling weak and awkward. Lawson smiled and kissed her a final time. When he broke off the kiss, she stared up at him. “How long will you be in town?” she asked.
He smiled softly. “Another twenty or thirty minutes.”
She frowned. “You’re not going to see Lynette?”
He kissed her and then turned and walked to a sports car three spaces away. She watched as he got inside, turned over the engine, and simply drove away. She stared after him, confusion gradually giving way to a quiet contentment. She found her purse on the ground next to the passenger door and her keys still in the lock. A few minutes later, she pulled out of the parking lot, still in a daze. She was about half a mile from the bar when her phone rang. It was Lynette.
“Hi, Nells!” Her voice was bright and a little mischievous.
Nelly sighed. She’d forgotten she was expected at… “Are we… are we getting together?”
She heard Lynette giggle. “Nope. You’re done for the evening. Mission accomplished? I hope he was everything you could have hoped for. I mean, you never can tell from the online profile. He sure cost enough.”
“Cost? What are you talking about?”
“Lawson. My birthday gift to you, Honey. You needed to get the hell out of your head, and from what he said when he called me a minute ago, it worked.”
She wanted to be angry. She wanted to yell. She wanted to scream at Lynette for presuming to hire a… a gigolo on her behalf. Somehow, though, the anger wouldn’t come. She found some words though and asked softly, “Can you give me his phone number?”
Hell, she got half of the savings and the retirement money. She had plenty in the bank.