by Lacey Silks
“You’re a photographer?”
“Yes. I like to develop some of my photos the old-fashioned way.” He pointed to the kitchen counter where containers of fluid lined its top. Above, on strings drawn across the ceiling, hung fresh work, drying on tiny clips. They floated in the air like sails in a light breeze.
“They won’t get ruined in this light?” I asked.
“No, these are done.”
“Why here?”
“My darkroom isn’t ready, and I couldn’t wait to work again. After the basement is done, I’ll move everything downstairs.” Eric’s gaze admired my body from the top down and back up again. His eyes shone with hunger. As gentle as he wanted to seem, he held the primitive look of a man who wanted to have his way with a woman, over and over again. It seemed as if no time had passed since high school.
“Do you know how irresistible you look? How your nipples are begging to be stroked through that shirt?” he asked.
His unexpectedly forward comment made my wet shirt feel like it had only been splashed compared to what was happening between my legs.
Touch them. Please touch them.
I held my breath in my lungs and stepped forward into my own puddle. My drenched clothes left a trail from the hallway.
“I’m getting your floor wet. I’m sorry.”
“Let’s get changed, and if you’re interested in what you see, I’ll show you some of my work.”
Oh, I definitely liked what I saw.
“I love photography.” The words squeezed through my throat, but I wasn’t lying. Photography had made the decision to try modeling much harder. Had the agent not stopped me on the street, I would have pursued photography instead.
Eric turned me toward the staircase. “This way.” He gently pushed behind me, guiding my hips with the tips of his fingers. A fiery trail spread from their touch to the front of my body. As we walked upstairs, my feet squished against the wood floor. When he opened the door to his bedroom, light shone the same way it had when I’d first seen him in my doorway.
“You had a chance to pull up the blinds,” I noted.
“I figured you wouldn’t sunbathe topless anymore. Not that I minded.”
“You liked what you saw?” I looked out the window to where I’d been sunbathing earlier.
“What’s not to like?”
Eric led me to an en suite bathroom off his bedroom. A soaker tub filled one corner and a glass shower the other. He handed me a towel.
“You can drop your clothes here.” He pointed to the hamper. “I’ll be back with some shirts.”
As soon as he left, I hurried to undress and placed my wet clothes in the basket. I wrapped the towel around my body, folding it above my breasts. The setting reminded me of a photo shoots and I found myself quite comfortable in this ensemble. The fact that Eric was a photographer made our connection feel more natural than I’d expected. Inside though, my racing pulse confirmed where I was. I was standing nearly naked in my neighbor’s bathroom. Shaving cream, cologne, and other essentials lined the counter in a neat row. A tube of KY-Jelly made me blush. I picked up the lube, wondering when Eric used it last and with whom. Would he use it on me? My hand slid to between my legs, feeling the swelling increase at the thought of Eric’s hands on me.
A knock on the door startled me and I dropped the container into the sink.
“Come in.” I heard a shake in my voice as I placed the tube back on the counter. My instinct told me this was more than a house tour. Did I want it to be more? After the kiss that left me lost on my own driveway, I wanted to lose myself in Eric’s house as well.
He opened the door, holding a shirt and a pair of shorts in his hand. Eric had removed his Hawaiian bottoms. A towel was wrapped around his hips, exposing the triangle between his hips even more than before. I found myself staring at that part of the towel until he cleared his throat.
“April, you seem lost in thought.”
“I was just thinking I should bake your muffin... I mean, bake more muffins for you,” I stumbled.
“How about we bake them together?” he suggested in a lower voice, but I was certain he wasn’t referring to the muffins in the kitchen.
“That sounds good,” I whispered, feeling the pull toward my neighbor increase. In his company, I felt as if I were under a spell. What power of persuasion did he hold over me? I’d never have thought that I’d have ventured into the home of a man whom I barely knew and be standing half naked in his bathroom.
I reached for the clothes in his hand. “Are these for me?”
He took a step closer. Less than a foot separated us. His body was like a magnet I couldn’t resist. My juices began running down my inner thigh, and my gaze flew to his lower half again. The contour of his swell began to show under the towel.
“Yes, but the question is, do you want them?”
Instead of the clothes he was holding, my hand found the top rim of his towel. Eric dropped the shirt and shorts to the floor. I slid my finger beneath the fabric. The heat of his skin against my hand flowed up my arm, and I took a deeper breath, looked into his eyes, and released the fold of the cloth at his pelvis. The towel dropped. I kept my gaze on Eric’s. He tugged the fold at my front, removing me from the tight hold. Eric’s body connected to mine. Though I wasn’t cold, his skin was the perfect temperature to soothe my trembling limbs. He cupped my face in his hands. I closed my eyes and lost myself in his lips for the second time today.
The rim of his mouth felt harder than I remembered, or perhaps his desire had increased. I moistened his lips with my tongue and he responded, possessing the kiss as if he wanted to deprive me of all air. I inhaled, the scent of his aftershave filling my lungs. Its orange and maple taste invaded the inside of my mouth as our kiss deepened.
Eric’s erection began to dig between my legs, and I felt myself moisten with a need that had been neglected for too long. I would do whatever Eric wanted me to. It no longer mattered that I hardly knew him. My body had been overtaken by something more primal than fear; a need long overdue to be satisfied by a man. I wanted to give myself to him and for Eric to take me any way he could. It was as if I were under his spell, willing and wanting like never before. I was at my neighbor’s will.
Without breaking the kiss, he lifted me into his arms. He carried me to the adjoining bedroom and cradled me in his embrace. Silk cooled my heated back and the smell of lavender and lilac overwhelmed me as I sank into the fabric.
Fresh sheets.
Centered in the middle, the heels of my soles dug into the cotton duvet. With my legs bent at the knees, I positioned myself directly under Eric. The kisses became tender and nurturing as Eric supported himself on his arms, hovering above me. The tip of his cock brushed against my sex every few seconds, making me want to take him in, now. He wouldn’t let go of my mouth, exploring its every need and sensation. I wanted him to devour me like a beast, but the little pecks he nourished me with sent greater jolts of pleasure through my body than the hardened thrusts of his tongue until I didn’t know which I desired more.
I wanted all of him and none of him at the same time, as the pain of not yet climaxing built inside me. A frenzy of tingles rushed from each kiss towards my groin, the gentle stimulation more excruciating than anything I’d ever experienced.
The need for him to stop the teasing so I could finish myself off was demolished by the tenderness of the moment, as his pure desire for my body drove me to heighten my senses.
And when ready, Eric freed my mouth, looking straight into my eyes. The rims of his blue ovals glowed with passion. His hips moved lower and forward, sliding into me, gently filling me. Eric pulled out halfway, then pushed deeper, but just as slowly, never letting go of my gaze. This man possessed every inch of me without knowing the hold he had over my soul. He controlled the way I looked at him, admired him, and made love to him.
And when he took my mouth again, the rhythm of his pushes intensified as he dug deeper and harder with each thrust. I lowe
red my hands from his braced arms onto the sheets, holding on as he stretched me. The sweet smell of his sweat mixed with mine aroused me beyond what I could have expected.
“Harder,” I pleaded, pulling away from his mouth.
He lowered his body onto mine, folding me into his arms. I nuzzled into his neck. His skin smelled of paint and chemicals, probably from the developing liquid he used for his photos. The friction of his front against me intensified, making me push toward him. Eric lifted his body a little and my legs stretched up, resting on his shoulders. His drive began to hit the precise spot I needed him to, over and over again. Each one pushed me closer to my release. With renewed appetite, his mouth lowered to my breasts. The connection of my erect nipples and his lips sizzled toward my sex. Taking turns, he licked each one, sucking and pulling them higher than they already stood. Eric took the flesh between his teeth, letting go as he plunged into me; one, two, three times.
I couldn’t count any longer. The pleasure reached its maximum and my body shook in a series of jolts and trembles. The spasms flew through me like an electric current. I felt Eric’s hips buckle for the last time, and he pulled out, spilling his warm seed on my front. The fluid seeped into my navel, and he rolled over to the side, lying on his back beside me.
What power did he have over me to take me so forcefully yet wonderfully the same day we re-acquainted?
“Welcome to the neighborhood,” I said, unable to wipe the smile off my face.
“Well, now that we’ve been properly introduced, perhaps I can persuade you to have coffee with me?”
“Will it be served with muffins?” I turned my head to the side to see him laugh. The boy I remembered kissing for the first time beamed at me.
“If you’re not busy, we can bake them.” His brows rose.
“In your kitchen?” I asked, recalling the hanging photos and trays filled with developing fluid. “Isn’t it a little crowded there?”
“Have faith, April. While you’ve just experienced one of my skills, you haven’t seen them all yet.”
“Cocky a little, aren’t we?” I bit my lip.
“If you want cocky, I can show you cocky.” His mouth found my nipple again, aggravating it with a few licks. As much as I wanted a repeat, my bladder disagreed.
“I need to go to the washroom to clean up.” I pointed to my navel filled with his white cum.
Suddenly I found myself in Eric’s arms, being carried into the bathroom. His lips found mine, and lost in his kiss, I forgot about my bladder for a moment.
“I need to pee,” I finally said against his mouth.
He lowered me to the floor, turned around and waited. His fluids slid down my belly to my thighs.
“Really?” I asked “You’re going to stay?”
“April, it’s just pee. You don’t think I’d leave your hot little tush now, do you?”
My insides giggled again, and my bursting bladder didn’t want me to argue.
Eric turned on the shower and my bladder was grateful for the sound of running water.
We showered together, washing the sweat off each other. I couldn’t think of anything more intimate than letting a man whom I hardly knew wash every part of my body. When he touched me between my legs, I wasn’t sure whether we would make it down to the kitchen. The way his soaped fingers glided in between my sensitive folds had me pushing toward him again. I gripped his cock in my palm and began washing it, each stroke hardening the muscle in my hand.
Eric drew me closer to him. He continued with a gentle rub between my legs, definitely aware the effect his suave fingers had on me. Like a spellbound victim, I opened my mouth, letting his tongue tease me again. His thumb moved higher to the top of my slit. I parted my legs and two of his fingers slid inside me.
I heard myself moan through the kisses and tightened my hold on him, gently pulling his skin upward toward the cap, then down in a consistent squeeze. Eric’s hips joined the tempo. He massaged the most sensitive part of my body, but before I could come, Eric let go of my mouth and turned me around. I had no choice but to part with the flesh in my hand. He stood behind me, the tip of his cock teasing my inner thigh. My pelvis naturally tilted my ass for him and he filled me again. This time, Eric couldn’t control his pumps and he slapped into my behind with force, never breaking his rhythm.
Water cascaded down my body as he nudged my clit with his fingers. Larger circles at first turned into little flicks, playing with my tender nub. I wanted to arch my body for him, but my front insisted on pressing into the pulsing rhythm of his hand until I came in his hand, like he wanted me to. I leaned my body against the shower wall, pressing my cheek to the side as Eric spilled his fluids into the shower, heaving from the workout. The smell of his seed rose on the hot steam.
Both sated, we made our way downstairs. I wore his shirt and shorts. Eric carefully lowered the photos and rearranged the temporary darkroom to resemble a kitchen. He ripped the sheets off the kitchen window and pushed it open. Warm August wind blew through the house. The smell of blossoming sunflowers in his back yard mixed with our baked chocolate chip muffins. We had wine and enjoyed each other’s company until Monday morning, when I returned home before dawn to get ready for work.
I pulled out of my driveway and waved at Eric as he finished his coffee on the porch. This evening couldn’t come soon enough.
At the studio, the Valentine’s Day-themed photoshoot for the February magazine issue could be spotted from space. Red hearts dangled from the ceiling, pink rose petals lay spread across the white silk sheets where I was supposed to pose. My wardrobe didn’t leave much to imagination. Lace flowed down my body, and I wondered whether Eric would like this outfit. The editors would have a fun time air-brushing my peaking nipples out of the shots.
“Jane, what’s taking so long?” I asked my assistant.
“Mr. Sexy doesn’t like anyone around when he works. He says we distract him, so we’re going out for a coffee. Have fun, April.”
“The newbie’s name is Sexy?”
“No, silly.” She laughed, then winked. “He is sexy.”
But to me, it didn’t matter. I’ve already had the sexiest man I’d ever seen, and I doubted anyone could compare to Eric. As I lay down on the floral bed spread, my memories drifted to the last forty-eight hours. I wished I could be home, or better yet at Eric’s house, instead of enduring eight long hours of torture by a newbie photographer.
“What about my makeup?”
“All photos natural, at his request. No makeup or hair extensions today. See you.” She left the room before I got a chance to reply.
The sound of bare feet crossing the linoleum floor drew my gaze toward the other end of the room.
“Any specific shots you’d like first?” I asked, curious to meet the new photographer.
Behind a curtain, where usually a handful of people waited to reapply make-up and fix my hair, I saw the silhouette of a well-built man.
“A shot at you.” The familiar voice put a smile on my face as Eric stepped out.
I don’t think we’ll get any work done today.
Once again, my mouth formed a small O. “As you wish, my neighbor,” I mustered.
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About the Author
Lacey is the Author of Erotic Romance stories. She lives in a small town of Ontario, Canada. Her short stories come from real life experiences, dreams and fantasies. She’s a happily married wife with two kids. Her mind, just like any other woman’s, often wanders off to ‘what if’ life questions. The answers to those questions can be found in her short stories where there’s Reality in Each Fantasy.
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Work by Lacey Silks:
My First, My Last
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sp; Dance With Me
Teacher’s Pet
Over The Limit
Bossy Request
My Neighbor’s Will
Fantasy in Each Reality (Erotic Shorts 1-3) Collection
Fantasy in Each Reality (Erotic Shorts 4-6) Collection
Available March 2013
Mistresses Series: Meet Claire, Casey, Lexie, Paige and Amber in 5 connected shorts in the “My Reason To Cheat” Series.
Coming Soon (Erotic Romance Novels):
Dazzled by Silver
Layers Deep
Layers Peeled
Layers Off
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Acknowledgments
I am grateful to be surrounded by many loving people who support me, my fantasies, and my writing.
To my family, without whom I would never make it. Thank you for your support, love and confidence.
To my husband, who has allowed me to research the topic of love and sex first hand. I enjoy asking him questions about the male anatomy to make sure my characters don’t fall short. Yes ladies, we can always learn a thing or two (or three) just from talking. That usually leads to some field work, but I think it’s also what makes the writing fun.
I hope you enjoyed!
To Robin Ludwig Design Inc. for the beautiful book cover.
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