“Let’s go.” She slid out of the booth.
“I have to get the waitress.”
“No. I already took care of it.” He blinked. “I hope you don’t mind. I didn’t mean to step on your toes.”
“No, it’s not that…” He slipped out of the booth, extending the length of his body against her.
“Listen,” she interrupted softly. He leaned down, his hand on her elbow, so he could hear her. “I want you so badly my body is tingling. But if I wait I will lose my nerve. So I took care of the bill when I went to the ladies room. I also made a reservation. If this is too much, I understand. If I am making a fool of myself, please tell me now….”
The rest of her words were drowned out by the pressure of his tongue in her mouth, groping and searching. He sucked her tongue and pressed deeply against her, grabbing her body into his. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her body fell against his curve. She felt the thick bulge rest heavily against the upper thigh.
“You could never make a fool of yourself in my eyes,” he whispered, pulling slowly away. “I will follow wherever you lead.”
Tina was surprised that she did not feel nervous. The deed was done once they were in a hotel room. There was no turning back now. If her husband ever saw the receipt, which she never intended to let happen, she couldn’t have explained her way out of it. He would assume the worse, no matter what she said, so she might as well enjoy it.
John held her close, whispering in her ear. She could feel wetness ease between her legs in sweet anticipation from feeling the strong bulge pressed against her. He asked her questions; she nodded her head in agreement. He promised to taste every part of her, to lick her until she exploded. He told her that he wouldn’t enter until she was wet enough to soak the sheets, and even then, he wanted to taste her, to memorize the unique flavor of her. The more he whispered the more aroused she became. He explained that he would make love to her first, then bathe her and love her again. He wanted to make the next few hours theirs, put his signature on her, and make her belong to him, if only for a short time.
By the time he lay on top of her, he had her mind so open that he had made love to her intellect and her emotions. Their love was so easy and comfortable, they didn’t have to do anything special or tricky. He lay on top of her. His body partially lifted, talking and whispering. Her nodding, her moans and gasps responding to the intimate words that tumbled from his lips. He played with her hair, caressed her neck, and kissed her sweetly on the mouth. He asked why she always looked at his lips when he spoke. He coaxed her to tell him what she saw, how it made her, feel, what she thought.
She wasn’t used to talking and started off shyly, the words getting stuck on her tongue. But he kept making verbal love to her and she heard herself tell him how much she wanted his tongue to spin her into ecstasy, how she wanted to suck her own juices from it, how she wanted to feel it up and down her body.
She rolled the condom over his enlarged dick. He entered her slowly, his eyes open and staring into hers, watching her expression closely as each inch of him eased into her body. He gasped when he was fully inside of her, his eyes rolling into his head for a quick second before he shut them, focused on pulling all the way out and gently all the way back in. He continued to talk and moan, his eyes shut. She heard the erotic words tumble from her lips, felt her hips lift in the air, her legs wrap fully around him, his dick throbbing and pulsating into her deepest crevice. It was too much. She reached orgasm within minutes. He continued to talk and penetrate, his hands cupping her round bottom.
He lifted himself up some more and pressed both hands against each breast, holding them firmly, squeezing them gently and he thrust back and forth in and out of her. Her sensations felt magnified, as he thrust deeper and stronger. When he leaned in and covered her breast with his mouth, she felt him explode, jerking heavily and pulling her into him. He eased down and kissed her, his body still releasing, gyrating, and giving in to the uncontrollable release.
Tina couldn’t believe that regular missionary position could be so intimate and sensual. He whispered in her ear again. She giggled, the hairs on her ear prickling at the sound of his voice.
“This could get dangerous, you know,” she whispered.
“Yeah. I know. Do you?”
Tina studied his face, the suddenly serious expression.
“I am talking about how you have me so turned on by just talking to me. What are you talking about?” she asked.
“I am talking about this. About our passion. About being able to walk away from it, if we have to.”
“I’ll think about that later,” she mumbled closing her eyes. “Is that what’s on your mind, already? Walking away from me?”
“No. What’s on my mind is the many ways I want to make love to you. What’s on my mind is loving you without falling in love with you.”
She sat up, and leaned into his chest. “So, you don’t want to be in love?”
He smiled a sad smile, but didn’t answer. Didn’t say those words that would have brought the entire evening to an abrupt end.
She didn’t want to hear about her marriage through the lips that brought her so much pleasure. She leaned into him and kissed him. She shook her head as he tried to kiss her back. She just wanted to enjoy the mouth that she had studied for years. She took her time, kissing each lip, taking each one in between hers, sucking it, and licking it. She straddled his lap, kissing his forehead, his cheeks, and then back to his beautiful mouth. “This time, let me make love to you,” she muttered.
***
When Tina returned home, the house was dark. It was after midnight. She knew her husband wouldn’t say anything; he never did. She glanced around the kitchen and noticed the dishes in the sink. Dropping her bags, she began straightening up the kitchen. She washed the dishes, swept the floor, and took the garbage out. When she returned, she poured herself a glass of cranberry juice and sat at the table, staring out of the back window onto he deck.
Tina was waiting for guilt to return to her. To invade her mind and remind her of how wrong she was. To rest heavily against her heart, cause her to hold her head down and eagerly please her husband. She waited. Instead, pictures of her and John flashed in her mind, igniting her, making her body hot again. She climbed the steps and entered her bedroom. Her husband lay in the bed watching ESPN.
“How was the get together?”
“Fine.”
“Glad I didn’t have to go.”
“I know. You said already.”
He fell silent, watching the plays of the week. She padded past him into the bathroom and ran the shower. She had already washed, but she wanted to follow her routine. She washed again, changed into another soft cotton sleeper. She felt uncomfortable. She padded back across the room to her dresser.
“Watch out, babe, I can’t see.”
Quietly, Tina opened the dresser drawer. Tonight, with her husband, for the first time in their marriage, she would be wearing underwear to bed. Unbeknownst to him, tonight someone else had laid claim to her inner sanctuary and given her a guilty release.
BIOGRAPHY: Chloe R is a published author and poet. Her short stories can be found in Erogenous Zone (Xpress Yourself Publishing) and Mental Seductions (Diva Books Publishing). Chloe is currently completing her first erotic novel, Love's Devastation (Xpress Yourself Publishing) which will debut in Spring 2008. For more information, or for a taste of sensuality at its finest, visit her at http://www.chloewrites.com.
CRUISIN’
Carla S. Pennington
“Hit me,” I said to the dealer as he waited for me to make up my mind on whether or not I wanted him to give me another.
He flipped it over and I smiled as hard as I could when I realized that I had won.
“Winner!”
I watched him slide my chips across the table to me. I knew that I should’ve gotten up and left with my winnings because I had been playing for a few hours, but I was on a roll, so I stayed and continued playing. Min
utes later, someone sat next to me and joined in the game. I didn’t pay any attention to him because I was too focused on my cards.
“Something told me not to sit next to you and play against you,” the stranger giggled as I collected my chips.
“It’s a free country,” I giggled back still not paying any attention to him. “You can sit wherever you want,” I continued as I sipped my Long Island Iced Tea.
“I guess you have a point there, but I didn’t expect to sit here and lose like I just did.”
“You were the one who kept going when you knew you should’ve stopped, but like most men are, they hate being beaten by a woman.”
He threw his head back and roared in laughter.
“Well, what if I were to tell you that I allowed you to beat me.”
I turned to him and looked him straight in the eyes. I wished I hadn’t because his handsome looks caught me off guard, but I had to keep up the persona that I started. “I’d tell you that you’re lying.”
I winked at the dealer when I heard him snicker at my remark. I tossed him a fifty dollar chip, collected the rest of my winnings and left to cash them in. After that was done, I went and sat at the bar.
“Are you alone on this cruise?”
I smiled when I heard my new friend’s voice and saw him standing on the side of me with his Ralph Lauren outfit on, clean cut face and head, cute smile, tattoo on his neck and diamond baguettes that gleamed in his ears.
“Actually, I’m here with my friend,” I answered.
“Why isn’t he here with you? There’s no way I’d let you out of my sight,” he flirted.
“It’s not that kind of friend,” I smiled. “I’m here with my girlfriend and she is in our room passed out drunk.”
“That sucks.”
“Yeah, it does.”
“I’m here for a bachelor getaway.”
“So, you’re the bachelor?”
“Unfortunately, no,” he smiled.
Good, I said to myself.
“Would you like another drink?” he asked.
“No, thank you,” I smiled knowing the dangers of getting too tipsy in the company of a fine man like him. “I should probably go check on my friend to see if she is okay.”
When I stood up, he grabbed my arm and I turned to him.
“There’s nothing that you can do for her right now,” he spoke as he waved for the bartender. “Have another drink with me.”
“I-I-I can’t,” I stuttered.
“I’m not trying to push up on you,” he laughed. “I’m on this cruise with a bunch of horny, drunk men who think that fun consists of drinking and seeing how many women they can sleep with.”
“You don’t find that fun?”
“No and if I had have known all of this would have been going on, I would’ve stayed home,” he laughed. “Stay with me. I could really use a breath of fresh air.”
“I guess we both could,” I laughed back.
“So, what are you drinking?”
“Long Island Iced Tea.”
He gave the order to the bartender and handed him his card.
“By the way,” he spoke as he extended his hand to me, “I’m Darius.”
“Nice to meet you, Darius,” I smiled as I shook his hand. “I’m Elanda.”
“Elanda? That’s a pretty name.”
“Thank you.”
We sat, talked and flirted for hours. When I realized that I had been gone from my room for an extremely long time, I ended our conversation and went back to check on my friend. I shook my head when I saw that she was still strewn across the bed snoring. I was upset because she was ruining our five-day cruise.
There was reason for me to ruin my fun by lying around in the room watching her sleep, so I walked out, hopped on the elevator, got me another drink from the bar and went on the first deck to catch the cool breeze. I was leaning on the rail, sipping my drink and watching the waves slap each other when he came up behind me.
“I guess she’s still asleep.”
“Yes, she is,” I said, startled but happy to see him. “Did you find any of your friends?”
“Well, I really wasn’t looking for them. I’m still stuck on that breath of fresh air that I was getting earlier,” he winked.
He stepped on the side of me and we both stared out into the ocean. The heat between us was so intense I could tell that we both were trying to hold ourselves together, but that was extremely short lived. He placed his hand on the small of my back and I trembled a little.
“What are you doing?” I spoke softly.
“Nothing that you don’t want me to do,” he whispered.
I said nothing as he ran the tip of his finger up and down my spine. Seconds later, his thumb was creeping inside the back of my slacks.
“Darius, what are you doing?” I breathed trying to hold my composure.
“I guess I’m doing something right since you haven’t stopped me yet.”
I was enjoying the sensations and chills that he sent throughout my body. There was no way that I was going to tell him to stop. When his thumb made it to the tip of my butt cheeks, I yanked his hand away.
“I can’t do this,” I spoke as I started toward the stairs. “Now, I’m starting to think that you’re just like your friends and that was your game plan with me all along,” I continued babbling as I strode toward the entrance into the ship.
“Elanda, I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable,” he apologized when he caught up to me. “That’s not my intention and I assure you that I’m nothing like them.”
“You should be sorry,” I chastised. “I just met you.”
“You’re right,” he smiled as he approached me. “I should feel ashamed of myself.”
I didn’t like the look in his eyes when he stood before me. I refused to give him any eye contact because my body ached for his touch and I knew that he could sense it. My body froze when he placed his hand on my cheek.
“Darius,” I said in a breathy voice after closing my eyes.
“We’ll probably never see each other again,” he interrupted.
“Darius, you don’t want me,” I sighed. “This is a game to you.”
He stroked my cheek as soft as he could.
“Elanda, I’m a grown man and I don’t play games. You’re a beautiful woman. Can you blame me for wanting to touch you?”
I stood speechless.
“Elanda, open your eyes.”
I did so.
“Why wouldn’t I want you?” he asked.
“That girl that you met downstairs was just a front.”
“Is that the only excuse that you can come up with?” he smiled.
“You just want to add me to the list of women that you have and will sleep with on this cruise.”
“I’ve not slept with anyone since I’ve been on this ship. In fact, you’re the first woman that I decided to engage in a conversation with.”
If he’s running a game, he’s doing it very well, I said to myself.
“Anymore excuses?” he laughed.
“I’m not your type,” I blurted.
“How do you know what my type is?”
“Look at you,” I said as I sized him up from head to toe. “You should be with a tall, slender woman, not my short stubby self.”
“What if I told you that you’re my type?”
“I’d tell you that you were lying again like you did at the blackjack table.”
“Well, Miss Elanda, I’ll tell you that you’re wrong about my taste in women. The more the merrier,” he smiled daring to let his eyes roam over the curves of my body.
He didn’t wait for a response and I was happy that he didn’t. He leaned down and kissed me. I was always downing myself and thinking that every man wanted the supermodel type woman, but he didn’t. He wanted me and I sure as hell wanted him. If it was a game that he was playing, I was ready to be played.
My breaths were heavy and fast as he tasted the Japanese Cherry Blossom body spr
ay on my neck and chest. We were in our own private, little world where no one could disturb or interrupt us. He was on a mission to save the damsel in distress.
“Darius,” I moaned in his ear.
“Do you, baby,” he mumbled from under my neck. “Be yourself.”
I knew that he knew that I was being hesitant about something when he felt my breath and lips near his ear and he was right. I’ve always wanted to be free and let myself go while having sex. I never had the chance to be me because it was hardly ever about me, but this time was different. I shocked myself when I began licking and nibbling on his ear. He caressed my breasts to let me know that he was enjoying it. I was surprised that he was able to lift my two hundred pound frame off the deck when he lifted me up, but he did so with ease like it was nothing to it. He plastered my body against the wall and I wrapped my legs around him. Seconds later, our lips locked and we embraced in a heavy tongue wrestling match. He set me down and slowly unbuttoned my pants.
“Let me please you like I know that you’ve never been pleased before.”
He smiled at me as he slowly pulled my pants and my satin panties down to my ankles. My heart was racing and I bit the inside of my lip. My body trembled as he lifted each of my feet to remove my garments. He rubbed my legs and my thighs so gently as if he was admiring a precious, rare jewel.
“You’re so sexy,” he said as he pecked and licked my thighs. “Can I taste you?”
I gulped when he asked the question, but I didn’t have to utter an answer because my face said it all. I wanted him and he wanted me. I didn’t care if anyone saw us or not. I freed my mind of all my cares in the world and focused on me and Darius. His eyes told me that he wanted to please me in every which way he could and my body told him that he could have me however he wanted. It was like he had said, we would probably never see each other again, so the stolen moment with him was something that I was not going to take for granted.
I jumped a little when I felt his thumb massaging my clit and I released a soft moan as he went further into my cove. I couldn’t control my body or the circular motions that I began thrusting on his thumb. He glanced up at me and smiled as I rode his thumb.
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