Sensual Erotica
Volume 1
Molly Roberts
Jennifer Simms
Eva Morrison
Sherilyn Gray
Editor: Priscilla West
Copyright © 2012
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.
Copyright © 2012
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Warning: This work contains scenes of graphic sexual nature and it is written for adults only(18+). All characters depicted in this story are over 18 years of age.
Table of Contents
Rekindling Desire
First Taste
Corporate Seduction
Conquered Love
The Pleasure of New Friends
A Real Doll
Sweet Revenge
Starter Seeds
The Audition
Maintenance Request
Slippery When Oiled
Impulse
Nick’s Secret
Love Across the Miles
Tease for a Night
Anger Management
Locker Room Fantasy
Flirt
Election Night
Waxing Critical
Bonding with the Babysitter
Barcelona Heat
Minor Indiscretion
Business with Pleasure
Serials
The Personal Trainer Part 1
The Personal Trainer Part 2
Rekindling Desire
by Jennifer Simms
My eyes scanned the menu, widening a bit at the prices. The food sounded amazing, but I wasn’t sure any food was worth that price.
“Don’t look so worried, Hannah,” my husband, James, said with a chuckle. “We can afford it.”
“If you say so.” I sat my menu down and picked up my glass of wine, taking a sip. “This place is very nice. I’ve forgotten how nice it was. I think maybe they’ve remodeled a bit, though.”
“I do like it,” he agreed. “It looks nicer than it did the last time we were here.”
“The prices have increased.”
He chuckled. “It was the least I could do for our tenth anniversary together and our fifth anniversary together as a married couple.”
I smiled. “I can’t believe that we’ve been together for ten years. I mean, we’ve known each other for thirteen! God, when did we get so old?”
James laughed. “Hey, speak for yourself. I don’t think thirty-two is old.”
“It sounds old.”
He held up his wine glass, toasting against the edge of mine. “You’re only as old as you feel, my dear.”
I smiled, sipping my drink. We ordered our food and sat in silence, enjoying the soft piano music. The place was crowded, but their conversations were low, making the atmosphere very cozy and calming.
“Do you remember our first date?” James asked.
I laughed softly. “Yes, I do. It was at McDonalds, if I remember correctly.”
“At least we’ve stepped up in the world, eh?”
“I was twenty-one and not even out of college yet, so I thought that you were going to give me the world.”
“It hasn’t been for lack of trying.” A grin slowly spread across his face. “I remember that night after we got home, as well.”
I smirked. “I remember the car in the parking lot before we left to go home.”
“We spent a lot of time in the back of that old Tempo…”
I ran my hand across the table, taking his, squeezing. “That we did.”
“Remember our third date, when we went to the campground? We stayed there until after dark.”
I bit my lip as the memory flooded back. “Of course I remember,” I said. “You held me up against a tree. It was the hottest sex I’d had in my life. It was followed by the most mind-blowing night of my life, as well.”
James glanced down at our hands as I played with his fingers. He interlocked his around mine, locking onto my blue eyes with his brown. “I remember the whirlwind of sexual frenzy we had that first year.”
“We did it everywhere and anywhere you could possibly think of.”
“Think we still have that list we made? The one of all the places we’d been to and the ones we wanted to go to? The list of places we had done it in far outweighed the list of places we hadn’t.”
“I’m sure it’s somewhere,” I said. “We will have to look for it later. It would be good for a chuckle.”
James ran his thumb across my palm, searching my eyes. My heart skipped a beat, and my stomach took a nosedive. “Do you ever miss it?” he whispered. “The adventure? How exciting it was? How I would have to cover your mouth to hide your screams from the people around us?”
I swallowed hard, a tingle having started deep down between my legs. Moisture soaked my panties, my mind whirling as some of the most amazing sex of my life flashed through my brain. The thrill of getting caught had always increased the pleasure. “Yes,” I replied. “Sometimes I miss it.”
“Do you remember the first time we came to this place? It was for our first anniversary.” He scooted closer to me, running his hand up my leg underneath the tablecloth. I went very still. “Do you remember, Han?”
I shivered at his touch against my inner thigh. “James…”
“Do you?”
“Yes,” I said breathlessly, looking him in the eye. “I remember you putting your hand up my skirt and making me come while we waited for our food.”
“I could do it again.”
“We’re different people now,” I insisted. “We’re older and more mature.”
His fingers tickled at the inside of my thighs, and I inhaled sharply as a shiver went down my spine. “Really,” he said. “Is that why you’re breathing so heavily?”
“James,” I said. I bit my lip as his finger grazed across my panties. A tremble went through me, and my eyes darted around the room, paranoid that someone would know.
He leaned in and whispered, “You’re pretty wet for someone who is so different.”
Every nerve ending in my body was firing at once. I wanted to grab him and kiss him. I wanted him to stick his fingers inside me and make me scream. But there was the other part of me that was afraid of being discovered. I wasn’t young and reckless anymore. I couldn’t let someone find out we were fooling around in a restaurant. How embarrassing would that be, acting like a couple of hormonal teenagers?
“What’s wrong?” he whispered.
“We can’t do this here, James,” I said. I gasped quietly as his fingers grazed across the middle of my panties again, lingering longer this time, sending an explosion of arousal through my core and up into my stomach.
The waitress brought our food over and served us. James smiled and thanked her, acting very casual, given his fingers were still skimming back and forth against my underwear, sending tiny shocks of pleasure through me. The thrill of being caught sent a shot of lust through my blood, along with a cold steel hand around my gut.
James pulled his hand away, and I exhaled deeply. My body was warm and on fire, my insides aching for release. We ate our dinner in comfortable silence,
with no more talk of our wild past. Part of me was disappointed and the other part of me was relieved.
I finished my glass of wine and was served another. I didn’t drink often, and the alcohol was working through my system quickly, making me feel much more relaxed and confident. As the waitress took away our plates and took down our dessert order, I was feeling pretty good.
James placed his hand on my leg, squeezing it lightly, turning to look into my eyes. I turned my head, my blue meeting his deep, lust filled brown ones. My stomach fluttered with desire at the arousal barely behind them.
“How much do you think you’re going to want me after you finish that chocolate mousse?” he asked with an impish grin. “I know how much of an aphrodisiac chocolate is for you, and you’re already horny as hell.” His hand found its way between my legs again, this time his fingers slid around the hem of my panties and stroked across the moisture hiding between the folds. The piano music in the background swelled in almost perfect unison with his fingers.
“James…”
“Shhh,” he said, his finger finding my clit and beginning to rub lightly. My breath caught in my throat at the surge of pleasure that flooded my body. My eyes quickly searched around the room, taking in the dim room and candlelight. All the other patrons were too busy with their own dinners to notice anything amiss. James took a casual sip of his drink as he brought me to the brink of orgasm before pulling his hand away. I whimpered softly, but said nothing, noticing our dessert had arrived.
James didn’t eat hardly any of the mousse, and instead watched me as I ate. The naughty part of me made me savor every bite, purposefully licking the mousse off every spoonful. After every swallow, I let out a soft, tiny moan. Checking his expression, I could practically feel the vibrations of desire flowing from him.
James got the check and sat some cash in the folder, enough to pay for dinner and dessert with a healthy tip left behind. He stood up, holding out his hand. I took it, and he led us toward the back, just outside the restrooms.
“I think I need to use the restroom,” he stated, pushing the door open.
“Okay,” I said. I watched as he left the door open and didn’t let go of my hand. He looked around the small room before pulling me inside and pushing me up against the closed door. I gasped in surprise. “What are you doing?”
“What I’ve been wanting to do all night.” He crushed his mouth down on mine, his knee sliding in between my legs. I whimpered into his mouth as his tongue found mine, hot, passionate, wanting. His hands began to wander down my body, going up my skirt and pushing my panties down to my knees. One hand went between my legs, up inside me, while the other slid up the front of my blouse.
I moaned, clunking my head back against the door, my whole body shuddering as his fingers slid in and out of my quivering folds. He pulled my breast free of the confines of my bra, rolling my hard nipple between two fingers.
“Oh, god, James…that feels so amazing, but we can’t…”
“Shh,” he said, kissing me again, stroking his fingers in and out of me, his thumb rubbing against my clit.
My deep whimper was muffled by his tongue as my pussy enveloped deliciously around his fingers, the shudders making me weak in the knees.
James pulled me over to the sinks. He lifted me up and sat me down. Gooseflesh rose along my skin as the cold marble touched my warm flesh. He unzipped his slacks and pulled me to the edge, entering me hard. I bit my lip to quell my moan as he thrust into me with more passion than we had shared in quite some time. My nails scratched across the slick surface as a tremor went down my spine. James gripped my hair, pulling my head to the side gruffly. The tiny growls coming from his throat as he kissed my neck sent shivers down my spine.
My hand slapped down on the sink, and I cried out as the waves crashed over me. My teeth caught my lower lip to quiet the screams as he thrust roughly through my orgasm, his teeth leaving bites against the tender flesh of my neck.
I heard sudden movement outside the door, and my head snapped up. Our eyes met, and I knew he’d heard it too. James grabbed my panties off the floor and dragged me into the furthest stall, shutting and latching the door just as the entrance door opened.
My heart pounded in my chest, the cold hand of fear having taken a hold of my stomach again. James turned me and pushed me up against the tile wall. He placed a hand over my mouth and slipped his free hand back between my legs. My stomach took a nosedive, and my eyes widened. I shook my head violently until he touched my clit. I felt myself melting against his touch. The combination of him holding me firmly against the wall with his body, his hand over my mouth, his hand between my legs, and the fear and thrill of being caught made me shake with desire, bringing on release quicker than ever. He kissed my neck, biting softly, as he continued to fondle me. My whimpers were muffled as he drew pleasure out of me relentlessly, making every fiber of my body hum with desire.
“I love the look on your face when you come,” he whispered into my ear, sending a shiver of fire through my blood. “It’s so sexy.” He nibbled on my neck, unbuttoning my blouse. He unsnapped my bra and took it and my shirt off, placing them over the handicapped rail. He took one swollen nipple into his mouth, suckling, and flicking his tongue roughly against it. I curled my fingers into his shirt, the struggle to be quiet fueling the lust raging inside me. James slipped his hand around behind me, squeezing my ass, making me inhale sharply.
The toilet flushed. There was the sound of running water, and then the door opening and closing. James pulled his hand away.
“Oh my god,” I said, breathing heavily. “This was…”
“Hot?”
“It makes me feel disgusting if I say yes.”
“Well, then I’m disgusting right along with you.” He pushed my hands up against the wall, pinning them there. A thrill shot through my stomach. “You…” He clapped one hand around both wrists, and took his free hand and began to slide his finger inside me, against my clit. I gasped. “I forgot what a little freak you are.”
“So did I,” I admitted breathlessly.
“Just keep thinking about…how anyone could walk through the door and hear us…how someone could catch us…” He stroked his finger back and forth, and in a circular motion around the swollen, sensitive bud. “…are you thinking about it?”
“Mmm-hmm,” I said, my whole body quivering as the pleasure built inside me, the pressuring increasing with every stroke.
“Does it make you feel dirty?”
“Yes…”
“Does it make you feel nasty and bad?”
“Mm…yes…” I gasped when he dipped his head, taking one nipple in his mouth, licking across it, and then raking his teeth against it. My body jerked away from the tile as my pussy spasmed violently.
“I want you inside me,” I said breathlessly.
James hoisted me up against the wall, burying himself deep inside me. I steadied myself against the wall, placing one high-heel clad foot against the rail, opening myself up to him. My back jerked against the tile as he thrust deep inside, his hands wrapped underneath my legs, squeezing tight. My hand covered my mouth, muffling the scream I couldn’t hold back. He let me drop down onto my feet on the floor. He unzipped my skirt and placed it with my other clothes, leaving me standing completely naked in front of him in the harsh fluorescent lighting. The familiar tingling was back as he looked me up and down, his erection dripping with arousal.
I reached a hand out, stroking against him. He groaned softly, unbuckling his belt and letting his slacks fall to the floor. He turned me around and bent me over. My hands slid across the porcelain tile. Gripping both hips, he pulled me back into him, entering me hard, his skin slapping against mine with the force, pushing me forward. I gasped at his roughness. James grabbed a handful of my shoulder length brown hair, gripping tightly, pulling me back to meet him. His free hand slid underneath me, rubbing my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
“Oh my god, oh my god,” I whi
spered over and over again as he dominated me in ways he hadn’t in years, tightly tugging on my hair, his hand lightly slapping against my ass, as he drove into me, taking me and making me his. My whimpers and moans echoed in the tiny stall, as much as I tried to silence myself, it was useless. I feared someone would come in and hear, but the feelings raging through me were too great, and I couldn’t help myself. When I came, I cried out his name in pleasure, my nails scratching at the grout between the tiles. As I squeezed him tight, James groaned, having his own release.
I slowly stood up and turned to face him. My legs shaking, I steadied myself against his arms. He grinned down at me a little, leaning in and kissing me softly but deeply. My arms wrapped around his neck as my body melted against him, and I was surprised at how instantly aroused I was again by his kiss. If he could, I would have taken him again right then and there.
We got cleaned up and re-dressed. We snuck out of the men’s room and across the dining room. Nobody even sent us a second glance, having no idea what we’d just done.
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