by Lynn LaFleur
“If you change your mind and want to talk—” Marci began.
“I won’t.”
“If you do,” Marci said, a bit stronger, “know that we’re here for you.”
Afraid she would burst into tears at any moment, Molly changed the subject. “Anyone gonna eat that last half a muffin?”
“Go for it,” Twyla said. “I’ve had enough.”
“Me too.” Marci glanced at her watch. “I’d better go or I’ll be late for my VP meeting.” She stood and slung her purse strap over her shoulder. “Remember what I said. Call me anytime you want to talk.”
“That goes for me too,” Twyla said as she also stood. She picked up her and Marci’s mugs from the table. “Let’s talk tomorrow about all of us getting together. Okay?”
“Okay.”
Once her friends had left, Molly gathered up her things to leave. She thought of Twyla’s idea about the three couples getting together. It sounded like fun, but not yet. It was too early in her relationship with Julian to ask him to spend time with her friends. She hadn’t even invited him to her apartment, a fact that Shawna had brought up several times over the weekend when she bugged Molly about meeting Julian.
She was sure he’d spend Thursday with his family. Friday started the official Christmas shopping season, which meant lots of working hours for her. She wanted to spend as much time with Julian as possible over the next three days since she didn’t know when she’d be able to be with him again.
That meant a trip to Lavender Lace was a must. She could buy a nice set of lingerie today at Nordstrom for tonight, but she’d go to Ashlyn’s store tomorrow. Shawna told her Ashlyn received a shipment every Tuesday morning. Molly could hardly wait to check out all the new goodies.
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Llyr placed his hand over his hard cock and squeezed it through his jeans. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take before he attacked.
Ashlyn received a shipment at her store every Tuesday morning. This week, she had arranged for it to be delivered on Monday because of the Thanksgiving holiday Thursday. She wanted to have all the new items available to sell as soon as she opened her store Tuesday, instead of stocking throughout the day as usual.
A new shipment always meant a fashion show. Llyr loved watching Ashlyn model her frilly things for him, but there came a point when looking simply wasn’t enough. He needed to touch, to suck, to fuck.
She came around the corner wearing her fourth outfit this morning—a bright red demi bra and a tiny red thong. “What do you think of this?”
He’d show her exactly what he thought of her outfit in about five seconds. He surged to his feet and stalked toward her. With a wave of his hand, a thick pallet appeared on the floor.
“Llyr, what—”
She shrieked when he scooped her up in his arms. “Ye’ve teased me long enough, lass. Now ‘tis time to spread those pretty thighs fer me.”
He lowered her to the pallet and followed her down to lie between her legs. He filled his hands with her breasts as he kissed her.
Holding the soft mounds through satin and lace wasn’t good enough. A mere thought and clothes disappeared. He kissed her deeply, thoroughly, loving the little sounds of pleasure that escaped from her throat as he plucked her bare nipples. He knew how much she enjoyed it when he played with those rosy tips.
He swept his tongue across her lips in a final caress before he lifted his mouth from hers. An impish smile tilted up her lips.
“I thought the red would get to you.”
Llyr didn’t know whether to kiss her again or spank her for teasing him. “Were ye waitin’ fer me to attack ye?”
“Of course.”
“Ye little vixen. I should spank ye.”
Her eyes widened in shock…shock Llyr knew was phony. “You wouldn’t dare!”
“Ah, lass, ye should never tempt me.”
A moment later, Llyr sat on a padded chair with Ashlyn draped facedown over his lap. He gave one round buttock a sharp slap.
“Llyr! Stop it!”
She laid her arm across her bottom. Llyr wrapped one hand around the fingers of both her hands. He needed only a simple thought to summon his powers, but Ashlyn needed her hands. He tightened his grip when she wiggled. “Ye aren’t goin’ anywhere so ye might as well be still.”
“I can get away from you with a snap of my fingers!”
“But ye can’t snap yer fingers, love, since I’m holdin’ them.”
He gave her cheek another smack, a bit harder than the first one. Ashlyn continued to wiggle, bumping his cock and balls with every move. He spanked her again, then rubbed the flesh that was rapidly turning pink.
“Llyr, let go of me.”
Her voice sounded more breathless than it had, less outraged. He slipped his fingers between her thighs for a quick pass over her labia before he spanked her again. He gave her a series of several smacks, slid his hand between her thighs again. Warm cream coated his fingers.
“I think ye like the spankin’.”
“I think you’re a bully.”
“Yer drippin’ pussy says otherwise. Ye wouldna be this wet if ye didna like it.”
Lovers for five centuries, there was little he and Ashlyn hadn’t done together. He didn’t spank her often, but he enjoyed it when he did. So did Ashlyn. Her parted legs proved that.
Gathering her cream on his fingers, he spread it over her anus. She whimpered. Llyr dipped to her pussy for more of her essence. He pushed the tip of his forefinger into her ass.
“Llyr.”
Her voice sounded strangled, hoarse. “Ye like it when I play with yer asshole, don’t ye, darlin’?” He pushed his finger farther inside her. “Don’t ye?”
“Yes.”
Even though her pussy was wet, Llyr needed more moisture for what he wanted to do. A small bottle of lubricant appeared in the air above Ashlyn’s anus. Using his mind, Llyr tilted it so a drop would fall every second. He slid the silky liquid around the sensitive area.
“Llyr, please let go of my hands.”
“Ye wouldna be tryin’ to get away from me, would ye?”
“No. I promise. But I’m a little uncomfortable.”
“I’m sorry, darlin’. I donna want ye uncomfortable.”
He quickly turned his chair into a couch so Ashlyn could stretch out her arms and legs. “Better?”
“Yes.” She looked at him over her shoulder. “Thank you.”
He leaned over and kissed her. “Save the thanks fer when I make ye come.”
Her beautiful blue eyes flashed with heat. She folded her arms on the couch, rested her forehead on them and arched her butt higher.
“That’s the way, love,” he whispered. “Lift that beautiful ass.”
She spread her legs wider. Llyr rubbed her anus faster, firmer. He pushed his finger all the way inside her, withdrew it, then rubbed her again.
Soft whimpers and moans came from deep in her throat. Ashlyn raised her hips higher. He heard the catch in her breathing, felt her skin turning warmer and damp with sweat. The lube continued to fall drop by drop. Llyr spread it liberally between her thighs so his fingers moved easily over her flesh. He brushed her clit, then returned to her anus.
“Ye like this, don’t you, love?”
“Yesssssss.”
“Ye should see how open yer little asshole is. ‘Tis beggin’ for me cock.”
Ashlyn’s body jerked. Llyr pushed two fingers in her ass and her anus contracted around his fingers. She cried out and her body jerked again.
Llyr knew he should give Ashlyn more time to recover from her orgasm, but he felt as if his rod was going to burst any moment. He helped her to sit up so she straddled his lap, her back to his chest. Holding his shaft, he guided it into her ass.
She threw back her head and groaned long and loud. Llyr held her hips while he pumped into her. So tight, so incredibly tight and hot. He wanted Ashlyn to come again, but he didn’t know how long he’d last.
“Llyr! Oh
hhhhhhhhhhhh.”
He shoved his rod deep inside her and her anus pulsed around it. Her second climax pushed him into his own. His balls tightened, his cock pumped his essence into her body.
Llyr tugged Ashlyn back to rest against his chest. He palmed her breasts while tiny pulses of pleasure shot through his cock and balls. Ashlyn’s heart pounded beneath his palm, proof that her body still flowed with the same pleasure as his.
“I think you need to spank me more often if I’m going to come that hard.”
“And fuck yer ass?” he growled before nipping her earlobe.
“That too.”
“Be happy to, me love. Shouldna take me very long to be ready fer another round.”
A god recuperated much quicker than a mortal man. Llyr would be hard again in moments. He stroked Ashlyn’s breasts, rolled her nipples to keep the desire flowing through her body.
She shifted and thrust her breasts into his palms. “You are a wicked man, Llyr.”
“That doesna sound like a complaint, love.” Tightening his hold on her breasts, he kneaded them as he began to slowly pump into her ass again.
He froze when he heard the voice in his head. Ashlyn looked at him over her shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
“Our king has summoned me. I must go.”
She frowned. “Now? Right now? In the middle of lovemaking?”
“Aye. There are problems in the North Sea.”
He helped her to stand, grabbing her arms when she stumbled. “Are ye all right?”
“My legs are weak.”
It pleased him that after so long together, he could still affect her so strongly. “A bath with some of yer pretty-smellin’ oil will make ye feel better.”
“I’d feel better with one of your massages.”
“When I come back.”
He lifted a hand. The couch disappeared and his clothes reappeared. Ashlyn looked down at her nude body. She frowned at him. “You get clothes and I don’t?”
“Aye.” Llyr grinned. “I wanted another look at yer body before I go.”
Tears suddenly filled her eyes. She crossed her arms over her stomach. “I’ll miss you.”
“And I’ll miss ye, love.”
Cradling her face in his hands, he kissed her long and deeply. “I’ll be back, Ashlyn. I’ll always come back to ye. I promise.”
Chapter Eight
Julian gave the marinara sauce on the stove a quick stir. “You worry too much, Jill,” he said into the telephone.
“Don’t get me wrong. I think it’s wonderful that you’ve started dating someone you care about. It just seems as if you’re spending a lot of time with someone you only met last week.”
Jill was two years older than Julian and took her protective big sister role very seriously. Julian knew she loved him and only wanted what was best for him, but sometimes her protectiveness could be smothering. “I can’t get to know her if I don’t spend time with her. And you’re a fine one to talk. You knew Cal all of two months before you married him.”
“I knew he was the one. Ten years and two sons later, he’s still the one.”
He could hear the love and yearning in her voice. A career Army man, Cal was currently in the Middle East. Jill had known from the start that there would be times they’d be apart. Knowing didn’t make it any easier for his sister. “You miss him.”
“Like crazy. But we’re not talking about me. If you’re serious about Molly, then you should bring her to Mom and Dad’s for Thanksgiving.”
Julian would like to introduce Molly to his family, but he wondered if it might be too soon. “Not yet. We’re still getting to know each other.”
“And exactly how are you getting to know her?”
The teasing in her voice made him chuckle. “That’s none of your business.”
“My husband’s been gone for three months. I gotta get my jollies somewhere.”
“Read one of those smutty books you like so much.”
“Don’t pick on my romances, bro.”
A gentle knock on the door announced Molly’s arrival. “She’s here, sis. Gotta go.”
“Hey,” Jill said, her voice gentler, “you know I love you and want you to be happy, right?”
“Yeah, I know. I love you too.”
He laid his cell on the island and headed for the door. Molly stood on the other side, wearing dark jeans and a sweater almost the same color as the sexy bluish-green lingerie she’d worn Saturday.
She smiled. “Hi.”
Taking her hand, he pulled her through the doorway and directly into his arms. “Hi back.” He covered her lips with his in a long, deep kiss. She sighed softly, wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his kiss.
When Julian lifted his head, he was pleased to see her eyes luminous with desire. He whisked his thumb across her cheek. “That was nice.”
“Yes, it was.”
“Think we should do it again?”
“I think we should do it a lot.”
Julian smiled. “I do like the way you think.”
He kissed her again, sliding his tongue along the seam of her lips before venturing inside her mouth. Molly’s lips parted, her tongue touched the tip of his. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding in and out of her mouth the way his cock would soon slide in and out of her pussy.
Julian hadn’t planned to put lovemaking before dinner. His hormones had other ideas. Scooping Molly up in his arms, he carried her down the hall to his bedroom.
He’d turned on one lamp when he’d come home from work. It filled the room with soft light. Julian placed Molly in the middle of his bed and stretched out beside her. He ran his fingers through her hair, caressed her cheek with his thumb. “I didn’t plan to jump you the moment you stepped into my apartment.”
“I’m not complaining, am I?”
Julian chuckled. “No.” He caressed her cheek again, passed his thumb across her lips before he kissed her. She tasted of mint and woman…an intoxicating combination. Julian slid his hand down her back, across her butt, then beneath her sweater to cradle her breast. Her nipple pebbled beneath his stroking fingers.
“I need to be inside you,” he whispered.
“I need that too.”
Rising to his knees, he pulled Molly into a sitting position. He tugged off her sweater and tossed it to the end of the bed. She wore another lacy bra, this time in a dark ivory. He ran his fingertips over the top of the soft mounds.
“God, I love your breasts.”
“They’re too small.”
“No. They’re perfect.”
To prove his point, Julian unfastened the front hook and opened his mouth over one rosy tip. Molly arched her back and released a loud moan. The sound of pleasure encouraged him to suck harder. He stopped only long enough for Molly to jerk off his polo shirt before returning to her firm nipple.
He groaned when Molly clasped his cock through his pants. “You. Naked. Now.”
Not wanting to argue with a lady, Julian gave Molly one more thorough kiss, then stood and shucked off his pants, briefs and socks. He straightened to see Molly wiggling out of her pants. The sight of her skimpy bikini panties made his shaft jerk. She wore the sexiest lingerie he’d ever seen.
He grabbed a condom packet from the nightstand drawer and tore it open. After he’d sheathed himself, he joined Molly on the bed in time to help her slide her panties down her legs. He tossed them to the end of the bed with her sweater.
Her rapid breathing and the glistening flesh between her thighs told Julian she was as eager as he to become one. Hooking her knees over his arms, he glided his cock into her wet pussy.
“Oh yessssssss.” Molly arched her neck and closed her eyes. “You feel so good.”
An understatement if he’d ever heard one. Being inside Molly had to be heaven on earth. He began to move, thrusting all the way to his balls and pulling back until only the head remained buried in her sheath.
“Play with your breasts.”
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Those beautiful green eyes flared. She cupped the small mounds and pushed them together. Her thumbs flicked the nipples.
“That’s the way.” Julian moved faster, thrust harder. “Tug on your nipples. Oh yeah, like that. Looks so good.”
Molly kneaded her breasts, twisted the tips. Her eyes slid closed, her lips parted. The obvious pleasure on her face urged Julian to thrust even harder. He released one of her legs so he could rub her swollen clit. Molly’s breathing hitched. She released her breasts and clutched his shoulders. That bite of her fingernails sent desire surging through his body. Sweat broke out on his forehead, his heart pounded in his ears. He didn’t want to come until Molly did, but he didn’t know how to stop it.
His climax crested when Molly threw back her head and keened. Her pussy squeezed his cock, milking it as his orgasm rushed up and down his spine, down his legs and back up to his balls. With a loud groan, he lay on top of her, bracing himself on his elbows.
Her warm breath coasted over his neck and shoulder. Her heart beat rapidly against his chest. Sex had been fast and furious, but apparently Molly had needed it that way as much as he. Long, slow lovemaking sessions were wonderful, but sometimes plain ol’ fucking worked.
Like now.
Julian kissed his way down Molly’s chest until he could lick her nipple. It pebbled beneath his tongue. “Mmm, you have delicious nipples. Have I told you how much I love your breasts?”
“Even though they’re small? Don’t most men like big breasts?”
“Big, small or anywhere in between. Men like breasts. Period.” He drew a circle around her areola. “You aren’t happy with your size?”
Molly shrugged. “I’ve always wished they were bigger.”
“Why? Do you think bigger breasts would make you sexier? You’re one of the sexiest women I’ve ever met. That has nothing to do with the size of your breasts.”
A blush filled her cheeks as she smiled. “Thank you.”
“Just telling the truth.” He slid his hand down to her pussy. “But I’ll be happy to prove how sexy you are, if you’d like.”
She drew in a sharp breath when he began to massage her clit. “Yes, I’d like that very much.”