Lovehoney Erotic Fiction: Take Your Partner and Other Tales of Seduction

by Neneh Gordon

  He lowered his mouth to her breast and sucked greedily. She ran her fingers through his hair, holding him close and clutching at him as he teased her with his teeth. Lapping at her nipple, he pulled up her gown to claim her other breast with his hand. The nuzzling and the squeezing quickly took her close to the edge. She ran her hands down his back, desperate to get his clothes out of the way. After a last nip with his teeth, he sat back on his haunches and pulled off his shirt. Her hand went to his chest and she trailed her fingers through the fair hair that dusted his well-defined muscles. So beautiful.

  He returned to her nightdress and pulled it up over her head. “Now,” he continued in a voice that was rather less steady, “the vibrator is this shape because it’s designed to reach your G-spot.” He held it up so that she could see the curves, then pressed it against her clit. She moaned at his touch and grabbed his hand to hold it there. He wiggled the bulbous head around her sensitive nub and the delicious pressure of orgasm began to build inside her.

  “Has anyone ever found your G-spot?” He straddled her thigh and she could feel his erection straining against his trousers.

  She shook her head, too het-up to speak.

  “Would you like me to find it?” His eyes bore into her and he ground his hard cock against her leg. She nodded. She wanted him to fuck her more than anything else in the world.

  He gently eased the vibrator into her pussy. The vibration spread through her flesh and her eyes rolled back into her head. The growing orgasm strengthened and she angled her hips towards him. She couldn’t wait. He pressed the flat of his other hand against her mound and circled the heel of his palm over her swollen clit. That tore another cry from her lips and she arched up off the bed.

  “Wait,” he whispered.

  She opened her eyes and looked down between her legs where he was holding the purple vibrator inside her. He moved his hand and shuffled backwards to give her clit a lick. She held her breath as he used his tongue on her and pushed her closer to climax. The hair of his moustache tickled in the most amazing way. Slowly, he moved the vibrator around inside her, searching for the elusive G.

  He lifted his face from her crotch and replaced his hand. “You’ll have to tell me when I’ve found it.”

  She managed to nod.

  Moving the toy a few millimetres at a time, he explored the inside of her pussy with a gentle pressure that was amplified by the constant droning buzz. After a minute or so, she decided she didn’t care if he never found her G-spot. The way that he moved his hand over her clit and the motion inside her was more than enough to keep her happy. Then he nudged the vibrator a bit further up and she grabbed hold of his wrist.

  “Ah, I’ve found it.” He stopped moving and kicked the tremors up a notch.

  The Princess started to whine as the sensations in her pussy grew to a glorious crescendo. Her clit and her pussy walls started to twitch. This was it. He’d found her G-spot and tipped her over the edge.

  She clung to his wrist, opening her legs wider to let him further in. But he didn’t move the vibrator from that magical place. Holding it steady, he licked his palm and went back to rubbing her clit as the orgasm deepened.

  She came with a squeal, tightening her hold on him until he drew in a sharp breath. The orgasm built and built, getting bigger even as her pussy spasmed around the toy inside her. It went on for long, drawn-out seconds. The muscles of her belly tensed as the feelings grew stronger and her clit flickered with bliss.

  She came and came. Moisture spurted out from between her legs to soak the mattress and a distant part of her brain realised he’d made her ejaculate. Waves of heavenly warmth spread out through her body. And then she was done. She floated on a cloud of endorphins and he pulled out the clever gadget that had made it all possible.

  “What about you?” she asked when she’d got her breath back. For a man who was so brash and presumptuous, he’d made a surprisingly selfless lover.

  “What about me?” He kissed his way up her body and settled beside her on the bed.

  She moved onto her side so he could spoon her. “You didn’t come.”

  He kissed her shoulder. “I thought you could see to me on our wedding night.”

  There he went again. Irritation bubbled inside her. “Who said anything about marriage?” She’d never met a man with a bigger ego.

  He looked down pointedly at the damp bed sheets. “Actions speak louder than words. And a woman squirting says a lot to me.”

  She wanted to punch him on the nose. The trouble was, he was right. She couldn’t imagine never sharing a bed with him again. And she was keen to get her hands on what he had inside those trousers.

  “Well, I’ll think about it. But you’ll need to learn to watch your tongue.”

  He put his arm over her and traced a finger along her shoulder. “I can’t hear your pussy complaining about what I do with my tongue.”

  She glared back at him over her shoulder, but she couldn’t keep it up. His easy smile got the better of her and she dissolved into giggles.

  “Don’t worry. I can behave myself when I need to.”

  She hoped he was right. A princess regent needed a husband who could be diplomatic just as much as she needed one who could make her squirt.

  “I Promise to… Perform”

  by Lily Harlem

  Several months ago, my husband Jake and I rekindled the passion in the bedroom with the help of a small book full of sexual favour vouchers. As we worked through the vouchers, Jake had unleashed a deliciously dominant side of himself. Not in our relationship in general, just in the bedroom. Though what had stunned me even more was how much I liked handing myself over to him. Allowing him to use my body as an object for his enjoyment as well as giving him absolute control over my pleasure, which, I have to say, he was very generous at handing out.

  Now there were just a smattering of vouchers left to choose from and it was my turn to pick one for Jake. I eyed him across the breakfast table. It was Sunday and, as was usually the case, he was tucking into bacon and eggs. He had a new spiral-shaped tattoo on his bicep and a curl of ink poked out from beneath his black T-shirt, his skin ever so slightly red at the tip of the point. It suited him, the large Maori-style design. What with his permanently mussed-up dark hair and the silver bar in his left eyebrow, he looked every inch the renegade. Every inch the type of man any girl would find it hard to say no to.

  “So?” he said, before knocking back a tumbler of orange juice. “You’ve got a treat in store for me?”

  “Might have.” I returned my gaze to the vouchers. “Mmm,” I teased, licking my lips and relishing the fact that I had a Sunday off the ward. So many extra hours and missed breaks had added up to a full day in lieu, and I was thrilled to be spending it with Jake. Somehow it seemed an extra-sweet day off, knowing that it hadn’t been planned on the duty rota.

  But what should I fill our afternoon up with? I knew it would be the afternoon. Jake had initially held onto his vouchers like they were prized possessions. Now he liked to use them quickly and seek that immediate satisfaction. He’d become more sexual, more in tune with his own and my needs. It was a wonderful thing.

  Anal sex, that was still there, as was a good cropping. The promise of a pole dance I was sure would never be used. I flicked through them all again. One kept catching my eye. Exhibitionism. Never something I thought I would even consider, but my heart skipped a beat each time I saw it and I couldn’t get it out of my head. It was vague, could be interpreted however, but something about revealing myself in public pressed my buttons. And let’s face it, we had the whole day—it wasn’t like it was late at night. We could spend time thinking about it, planning, setting up our situation.

  Decision made, I tore the voucher from the book and handed it to Jake.

  He took it, pressed his elbows onto the table and held the voucher with both hands. “I promise to be an exhibitionist, with you or without you. Whatever turns you on, that’s what I’ll do.” He looked at me.
“Why, Cassie, you dirty, naughty girl. You want to show people what you’ve got?”

  “I want to show you,” I said.

  “I know what you’ve got, baby.” He grinned. “And I like it a lot. In fact, yeah…” He paused. “You’re right, we ought to show you off a little, to the world.” He set his jaw and rubbed at the patch of stubble beneath his bottom lip.

  A tremble of anticipation ran up my spine and settled in the hairs on the back of my neck. I recognised that look only too well. It was my sexy, bad-boy, dominant husband having a particularly wicked idea. An idea that I was sure would both thrill and shock me.

  “What?” I asked, tilting my head.

  “You got shopping to do this morning?”

  “A couple of bits and pieces from the supermarket. Why?” Surely he wasn’t planning on fucking me in Tesco? They would be really anal about that, I was sure. The security guy often gave Jake a double take when he walked in as it was.

  “Nothing for you to concern yourself with. I could just do with an hour alone. Hey, can you remember where we put those costumes from that masquerade party last Halloween?”

  “Probably in the attic. Why?”

  “That, baby, is for me to know and you to find out.” He stood, swept his lips over mine then strode towards the kitchen door. “Catch you in a bit,” he called, holding up the voucher and waving it like a flag.

  ***

  Two hours later I was home again, unpacking the groceries in the kitchen when I heard Jake making noises upstairs.

  “What are you doing?” I called as I climbed the stairs with the last shopping bag.

  “Hold on a minute,” Jake yelled from the attic. Shrugging, I went to re-stock the bathroom cabinet with the usual supply of shampoo, shower gel and toothpaste.

  I walked out of the bathroom and onto the landing. Suddenly my heart skittered like a pebble across water. Jake, wearing an Venetian eye mask, was leaning casually back against the wooden banister with his arms crossed over his chest.

  “Jake, fuck, you scared the living daylights out of me.”

  “Sorry, baby. What do you think?”

  “I think you look overdressed for a Sunday afternoon.”

  “Not sexy, then?”

  I dipped my gaze and lingered on his half-buttoned shirt, which offered a glimpse of his chest, and on the way his black jeans sat low on his hips, exposing the top band of black boxers.

  “Yeah, actually, you do.” I licked my lips.

  He unfolded his arms and held out a scrap of material for me to take.

  “What is it?”

  “That’s yours. Put it on.”

  Unfolding the black cotton, I realised it was the feathered masquerade mask I had worn the previous Halloween. “That explains what you were doing in the attic. You want me to put it on?”

  “Yeah, unless you want all of your work colleagues to recognise you.”

  A familiar sense of trepidation weaved its way through my mind. What the hell was he planning now? “My colleagues?” I asked quietly.

  “Well, they’ll only see you if they’re looking for live porn on the Internet.”

  “Jake. I…” Christ, had I heard him right? Porn. Live on the Internet. Surely he wasn’t thinking what I thought he was. That was extreme even for us in our new, highly sexualised state.

  “I want you to be the star of the show,” he said, producing the voucher from the front pocket of his jeans.

  Fuck, he was thinking what I feared he was thinking.

  “But, Jake, seriously…” I took the voucher from his outstretched hand. Perhaps I should have gone for blind seduction, or an hour as a sex slave. Possibly even the voucher that shot my blood pressure up the most—anal sex. “I don’t think. I mean, it’s okay just me and you, but—”

  “Cassie.” He removed his mask and cupped my cheek, his palms a little rough on my skin. “We have fulfilled every other promise we’ve made. Please don’t back out on me now.”

  I stared into the eyes of the man I loved body and soul. There was earnestness there, but also hope and honesty, and above all love. I knew he loved me in the same breathless, heart-stopping way I did him. His feelings had grown slowly over many years, and it had taken him years more to make me believe how deep those feelings were. But he had. We were soul mates and I knew a lifetime with him wouldn’t be enough. I would always want more.

  I took a deep breath. “Is the Internet connection working today?”

  “Yes, that’s what I was sorting out while you were at the shop. No one will recognise us and it will be such a rush. You never know, you might find it the most thrilling thing we’ve done yet.”

  I thought back to the time I’d given Jake a blow job in the meadow. Excitement had flooded through me at the thought of being discovered in the middle of the lewd act. I’d almost wanted someone to see me pleasuring my husband. I was damned proud of the way I could make him come so hard he could barely stand.

  “Okay,” I said, making a snap decision and pulling on my mask. “Let’s do it.”

  His mouth stretched into a slow, carnal grin, the type that made me shiver with desire and trepidation. He sometimes gave me the feeling that I was the prey and he was a hungry, determined hunter.

  “Go shower,” he said. “Make sure you paint your nails and all that. You’re going to want to look your best for your performance.” He put his bejewelled mask back on. “I’ll meet you in the bedroom, in half an hour exactly. Be ready, in your mask, as soon as you walk into the room.”

  ***

  I showered and washed my hair, which was short now and dried with just a rub of a towel. Shaved and preened, I slathered myself in skin-shimmering moisturizer then fixed my mask around my hair.

  My reflection shocked me. I looked like some sexy temptress. Pert breasts a little on the big side, with pale nipples. Sloped hips and a thin strip of dark pubic hair and long legs and red toenails. This was how the world was going to see me. Weird!

  I gulped. Those vouchers had really come up trumps this time. Who would have thought Jake could organise us having sex online. I thought we’d park up in a layby and shag, or find a spot in the meadow for a bit of kink. But this?

  When I opened the door to our bedroom, Jake was sitting on the bed, naked, his cock semi-hard, his mask in place. “Come in,” he said, standing and reaching for me.

  I stepped up to him, my thighs sliding against each other and making me self-conscious about my body.

  “The camera is there.” He pointed to the device resting on top of the computer screen. I knew that the camera would see everything that happened on the bed. The thought sent tingles of excitement through me.

  “There is no sound, just a picture. I thought that best in case we said names by mistake.”

  “But your tattoo,” I said, my breath catching as I glanced at the small black camera angled our way.

  “Loads of people have these, don’t sweat it.”

  I gulped. “Is it on?”

  “Hell yeah. Anyone who’s logged on to live sex stream can see us right now.” He dipped his head, as though looking down my body, but I couldn’t be sure because his mask covered his eyes a little. “And a fine sight they’ll be getting. A real treat.”

  “And you don’t mind?” He could sometimes be quite jealous, had been known to stare down guys who gave me a second glance. None of them ever gave me a third. I guess they got the hint that doing so would be more than their life was worth.

  “No fucking way. I am proud that you’re my wife. That your beautiful body is mine.” He leaned closer and the cheeks of our masks brushed. “To do with exactly what I want.” He paused. “Starting now.”

  He cupped my breasts, tugged at my nipples.

  I arched my back, my body’s response to his touch, as ever, instantaneous.

  “Mmm, so perfect,” he said, kneading and massaging. “I could play with your tits all day.”

  “You could, I don’t mind,” I said, shutting my eyes.

&nbs
p; “But that’s not the show our audience want,” he said, almost sternly. “Lay down, Cassie, let me build you up with my fingers and my tongue.”

  A quiver rippled through my pussy. Jake’s tongue on me was always a one-way trip to Heaven.

  “Here,” he said, positioning me on the edge of the bed, facing the camera. “Now open your legs, wide.”

  Sudden bashfulness besieged me. Open my legs, to the world? Jesus. Jake had been the only one to see my pussy, touch my pussy, for years. And now, just like that, open your legs, Cassie, and let goodness-knows-who see everything.

  “Do it.” His voice was firm. Not mean firm—firm to remind me that this was what I’d promised.

  Slowly I parted my legs, stretched my knees wide and felt the air wash over my lips and cool the delicate skin of my pussy. My heart was thumping so hard I could hear my pulse in my ears.

  “That’s it, good girl,” Jake said, sitting next to me, his cock standing to attention. “Just a little… bit… more.” He eased my thighs wider still. “Give them what they want.”

  How come he didn’t seem to care that the world could ogle his dick? I was sure there would be women watching. Wouldn’t there?

  A sudden realisation dawned on me. It was what Jake had said. He was proud of me, wanted to show me off. Well, I was bloody proud of him too. He was hot stuff, had a body to die for and a cock worthy of worship.

  I slid my finger over the tip of his cock, felt his body stiffen next to mine.

  “Easy, baby. I am so damn close to shooting my load as it is. This is fucking hot.”

  “Ah, Jake, you wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of everyone now, would you?”

  A strange growl erupted from his throat. I wasn’t sure if he was frustrated, angry or seriously turned on.

  “Let’s get you close to coming too,” he said, slipping his fingers between my legs and stroking my clit.

  Hastily I reached for his forearm to support myself. I was so hot for his touch and he’d got me just right, just where I needed it. I groaned and stretched my hips wider, ensuring he had maximum access.