“Aren't they among the greatest lovers in literature?” Cameron reached for Aisling again.
She smacked his hand away. “They died. Hardly romantic in my opinion.” She stood and crossed to the washer where her clothes had stopped spinning. “Besides, they were kind of idiots.”
“What?”
She could feel his eyes on her as she transferred her clothes to a dryer. “First of all, Romeo had no clue what he really wanted. Any pretty face would do. And Juliet was a typical fourteen year-old, in love with the idea of love without understanding the reality behind it.” Ignoring the practical part of her that said this was a bad idea, she decided to push her luck. “Maybe if Romeo would've just gotten laid once in a while, the whole mess could've been avoided.” With her back still to Cameron, she surreptitiously unbuttoned her raincoat, a delightful little tingle running through her. Before she could over think it, she sauntered back to her seat, pretending to ignore the slight widening of Cameron's eyes as her jacket swayed with her every step.
“You were talking about the reality of love,” it took Cameron a moment to respond, his gaze dropping from her face every few seconds. “But you're reading a book about a faerie princess who has to take multiple lovers so she can win the race to get pregnant and inherit her aunt's crown.”
Aisling raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on her lips. “You seem to know an awful lot about that book you're mocking.”
A faint flush stained Cameron's cheeks. “I didn't say it wasn't a guilty pleasure.”
“I believe that's the other series,” Aisling grinned. “But do you want to know why I like Hamilton's books?”
Cameron gestured for her to continue.
As she spoke, Aisling slowly slipped off her jacket, revealing just a bit more skin with every word. Her heart pounded in her ears and she could feel her entire body flushing. “Her women are strong and beautiful and know what they want. They love sex and aren't portrayed as sluts for enjoying their bodies. She gives them equal footing as men.”
“How's that?” His gray eyes darkened as he watched her, gaze devouring every inch of exposed skin, every curve hugged by the little she wore.
“Men can fuck as many women as they want and it's all good. They're praised for it. A woman decides she doesn't want a relationship, just a good lay, so she does the same thing and she's labeled a slut,” Aisling stretched her arms above her head, well aware of the picture she was painting. “Those lovely ladies in classical literature spend their time sitting around and waiting for a husband. You wouldn't see Hamilton's women killing themselves if one of their lovers died. They'd take revenge, mourn and fuck, maybe not in that order, but still.”
“Point taken,” Cameron conceded, raising his eyes to meet Aisling's.
“My name's Aisling, by the way,” she held out a hand.
“I would say the pleasure is all mine,” Cameron grasped her fingers, flipping her hand as he brought it to his mouth. “But that wouldn't be very considerate of me.”
Heat spread out from the point where his lips had touched her skin. “'You kiss by the book.'”
A look of surprised amusement crossed Cameron's face. His fingers tightened around hers.
Aisling grinned. “I said they were idiots, not that I'd never read it.”
“'...let lips do what hands do,'” he leaned forward.
Aisling turned her face as she pulled her hand away. She could smell the rain and his soap, a spicy scent that made her mouth go dry.
His voice was low in her ear. “'O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?'”
The response was out before she could think it through. “'What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?'”
“I can think of a few things,” Cameron's voice had taken on a rough quality.
This was it, Aisling knew, the point where her decision needed to be made. If she stood up, moved across the room, he'd probably let it go. If she turned towards him, things were going to go in a very different direction. The moment hung in the air, heavy and thick with promise. The humidity from outside had steamed the windows, cocooning them in their own little world. Only the sound of their breathing and the gentle hum of the machines impeded the silence.
Only a few minutes had passed, the tension increasing until Aisling couldn't stand it any longer. She turned her entire body towards Cameron. His face was just centimeters away, eyes darkened to the deeper gray of a cloud on the verge of a storm. She kept his gaze locked with hers as she leaned forward the short distance needed to bring their mouths together.
His tongue teased at the seam of her mouth, and she opened for him. Her tongue slid into his mouth, exploring the moist cavern even as his did the same. She buried her hands in his hair, deepening the kiss as heat unfurled in her belly. His hands skimmed over her sides, up along her ribs, burning through the thin material of her top. They stopped just under her breasts, hesitating as he waited for her approval. She broke the kiss long enough to whisper against his lips.
“Yes.”
He claimed her mouth even as his hands cupped her breasts, thumbs caressing her nipples, hardening them underneath their cotton covering. Aisling ran her hands down Cameron's muscled arms, over the flat planes of his stomach and he made an appreciative noise in the back of his throat, his fingers tightening around her breasts.
Aisling pulled back just enough to draw in air. Cameron stilled, hot breath mingling with hers as he rested his forehead against hers. One hand dropped to her leg, fingers dancing up the bare skin to the hem of her shorts. The other slid around her neck, thumb making small circles along her jawline. Aisling shivered, her entire body tingling with anticipation. The hand on her leg inched its way towards her inner thigh.
“If you want me to stop,” Cameron murmured.
Aisling moved her hand lower, sliding over the rough denim until she reached her goal.
“Fuck,” Cameron growled as she squeezed him, and he hardened under her touch.
She continued to rub him as she opened her legs, letting his hand reach her cotton-clad crotch. He ran one long finger down across the damp fabric and Aisling mewed, blushing as the sound fell from her lips. He bent his head, lips traveling down her neck and collarbone until he reached the tops of her breasts, all the while lightly tracing the outline of her slit. He mouthed at her breast through the soft material and Aisling gasped, eyes darting towards the door.
“No one's coming,” Cameron lifted his mouth long enough to speak. “Though I am planning on it later.” He winked at her before returning to his ministrations.
When he hooked his fingers beneath the straps of her camisole, Aisling thought for a moment about asking him to stop, but then her breasts were bare and his hands were doing wonderful things. The fear of someone coming in moved to the back of her mind. She arched her back, pushing her pert breasts into his hands. When his mouth closed over one pale pink nipple, her head fell back, eyes closing. He began to suck, the sensation traveling straight to her groin and she squirmed, the heat between her legs growing.
She opened her eyes, reaching for the waistband of his jeans. As she eased his zipper down, her fingers brushed against, not material as she'd expected, but coarse hair. Her eyes widened and Cameron looked up at her again. “Laundry day.”
Aisling started to chuckle, the sound turning into a moan as he lowered his head to her other breast. She reached into his jeans, hand closing around the velvet steel of him. As she freed him, she was rewarded by the return of one of his hands to her now-wet crotch. This time, however, his fingers slid under the elastic, lightly tracing over her skin, matching the slow strokes Aisling was making. When his index finger finally slipped inside, Aisling tightened her grip and Cameron swore. His teeth scraped over her nipple as he drew back, and she felt a rush of pleasure wash over her.
A clap of thunder made them both jump and Aisling snatched her hand away, mortification flooding through her. What had she been thinking? She yanked her top back into place, barely aware that Cameron had gotte
n up, cock bobbing in front of him as he shuffled towards the front.
“Looks like that storm they've been promising finally hit,” the normalcy of his voice shocked Aisling out of her self-chastisement. When he turned back towards her, his hand was on his cock, slowly stroking the shaft. “So, are we done or...” He let the sound of pouring rain fill the silence.
The space of a heartbeat was all it took for her to realize that if she said no, she'd regret it. It took her a bit longer to set aside her reservations about what she wanted to do. Cameron waited patiently, hand lazily running up and down his thick shaft, the expression on his face saying that he knew full well that the motion drew her gaze.
“Can we lock the door?” Aisling knew his answer wouldn't matter, but she still asked.
Cameron shook his head. “The chances of us being caught are slim.” He took a step towards her, jeans riding low on his hips. “But you must admit, the idea that someone could come in,” another step, “could see what we're doing, makes things a bit more exciting.”
Aisling knew his words shouldn't make things low in her belly tighten, shouldn't make her wet. But they did and she was. She stood, taking the step necessary to bring her body flush against his. She peered up at him and wrapped her hand around his.
“I think we can find a better use for this,” she squeezed his hand and Cameron sucked in a breath. “Don't you think?”
“A woman who knows what she wants,” Cameron spread his free hand over her cheek. “I think I'm beginning to see the appeal.”
Aisling raised herself up on her tiptoes and brushed her lips across Cameron's before taking a step backwards. “Why don't you take a seat?”
Cameron grinned as he followed Aisling to the chairs. He'd barely settled into the seat before Aisling was there, straddling his waist, knees on either side of his hips. Her arms wound around his neck as her mouth descended on his. There was nothing hesitant or gentle about this kiss. It was desire and want. She devoured his mouth while her hands explored under his shirt, running over firm muscles, combing through the thin smattering of hair surrounding dime-sized nipples. The muscles in her legs worked as she writhed on his lap, keeping herself just enough off his cock to prevent too much friction. Cameron's hands palmed her ass, fingers flexing as he tried to gain control.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Aisling scolded, shaking her head. “First thing's first. Please tell me you have protection.”
“Front pocket,” Cameron's voice was strained. Aisling raised an eyebrow as she dug into his jeans. “I was clubbing earlier, hoping to get lucky.”
She used her teeth to tear the foil wrapper. The young man's eyelids fluttered as Aisling reached beneath her and rolled the condom onto his throbbing erection. She started to stand, wanting to rid herself of the only barrier between them, to fill the aching need inside her. Cameron's grip tightened, and she stopped, giving him a questioning look.
“'Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty,'” Cameron's fingers slid round to the front of her shorts, a wicked grin playing about his full lips. “'Parting is such sweet sorrow.'”
Before his intentions fully registered, before she could react, Cameron reached underneath the shorts and shoved his fingers through the worn material.
“So wet.” He crushed her against his chest, the tip of him brushing over her damp curls. “So fucking hot.”
Aisling gripped his shoulders, eyes locking as he maneuvered her into place. A groan of pure bliss escaped her lips as she sank down onto him, letting him slowly fill her, stretch her. This was what she'd been missing. That connection, however brief it turned out to be. Knowing that another body was in sync with hers, that she was giving and receiving pleasure as she moved her hips. That the sounds her partner made were due to her. While they were joined, the rest of the world faded away. It could have been just he and her in this little isolated world, just their heartbeats, their breath mingling as they danced.
Cameron leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers as he began to move her. She bit back a moan, her clit rubbing against him with every motion, each shallow stroke dragging over that spot inside that made her muscles tremble and electricity shoot across her nerves. “Remember,” he panted, “when I said I didn't like my women silent? I meant it.”
It took Aisling's muddled mind a moment to work out what he meant.
“Let go.” He slid a hand up the back of her shirt, splaying across the small of her back, giving him more leverage.
“Cameron,” she whimpered his name. She could feel it building, her body pushing itself towards that precipice. Every cell was focused on the end, willing her to let go, to lose control. And she wanted too. Wanted to release the last of her inhibitions, but some part of her held back, a small voice in the back of her mind reminding her that she was in a public place, that she shouldn't be doing this.
“Just let go,” Cameron took her bottom lip between his teeth, tugging gently.
And that was it. The last bit of sensation that obliterated that protesting voice and tore down the last of her walls. Her body shuddered, muscles tightening around Cameron as he followed her, calling out her name. She didn't scream, couldn't make any noise even though her mouth was opening, working, trying to find some way to give voice to the intensity of what she was feeling. She slumped against his body as their movements stopped, her head resting against his shoulder. He held her there, one hand on her back, one stroking her hair. He pressed his lips to her forehead as their pulses slowly returned to normal.
The buzz of the dryer finally made them move. Cameron lifted Aisling off his lap, grimacing as he pulled off the condom. She stood, legs shaky for more reasons than one. As she bent over to get her clothes, a cool breeze blew across her exposed pussy, flooding her with heat as she remembered what Cameron had done. A chuckle behind her told her that he'd gotten an eyeful. When she straightened and turned, fully preparing to scold him for what he'd done, she found him holding out her raincoat.
“Thank you,” she pulled on the coat, trying to glare at him and failing.
“It sounds like the rain stopped,” Cameron finished fastening his pants as he switched his clothes to the dryer.
“I'm going to head home then,” Aisling paused awkwardly, unsure how to end the encounter. Should she ask for his phone number? Give him hers? She wasn't entirely sure how this was supposed to end.
“Don't forget your book,” Cameron motioned towards it.
Aisling shoved it into her pocket and started for the door.
“By the way,” Cameron's voice stopped her. “I'll probably need to do laundry again next weekend. Same time.”
“Maybe we can continue our literary discussion.” Aisling didn't turn to see if he was watching. “If you can find better stuff to quote.”
She could almost hear the grin.
“Maybe I'll check out one of those torrid romances you like so much.”
“Try Seduced by Moonlight, maybe you can learn a thing or two.”
His laughter followed her out into the warm night, and she smiled as she made her way back to her apartment. She'd need another shower and wouldn't get to bed until later than she'd expected, but it had been well worth it. Who'd have known a trip to the laundromat could be so productive?
A Naughty Wife
by Harriet Lovelace
Themes: light BDSM
Harriet Rosen was beautiful, unbelievably feminine and every inch a woman. Despite her femininity, however, there was one place where she thought and acted like a man; that was in the bedroom…or the kitchen, or the living room, or any place in which it was humanly possible to have sex. Most of the men in her life couldn’t handle it, but at her parent’s 25th anniversary party, she ran into the son of one of her parents’ friends. His name was Nick, and he was as crazy about sex as she was. The minute she saw his dark, blond hair and lightly bristled face, she was done for; she wanted him.
Thankfully, he wanted her back, and they left the party early just so they could get back to her pl
ace and spend the night with each other. Nick was without a doubt the best sex she had ever had, and within a few days, she knew he was the man for her. Her friends told her that she was crazy because being in love with someone’s skill in bed wasn’t really love.
Harriet couldn’t agree more, but she and Nick had something brilliant, something that could only be expressed through sex. When they were together, they had a connection that couldn’t be duplicated anywhere. There was rarely ever a time when they couldn’t make time for each other, which is what made their marriage so successful. However, they both had jobs, and every now and then, they had to put off sex for the other things in their life. Harriet was okay with that, but she was not okay with the fact that her husband had been gone for an entire week on a business trip. She had gone that entire week without his touch, without his sweet, lust filled words and without his massive, beautiful cock inside her.
She had masturbated several times, but it had done little to help. The more she did it, the less it helped. She needed to do something else to sate her lust. She thought and thought about what the problem was, and the answer she came up with was: her husband wasn’t there. So while he was gone, she was going to have to find a substitute for him. Another man would simply not do, and even if it would work, she would never do something like that.
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