Destination Pleasure

by The Wild Rose Press Authors

"You smell sweeter than roses.” His fingers grazed along her inner thighs. “Your cream sweeter than wine."

  Sam's pleasure drove her own higher. She thrust harder. When he sucked her clit between his lips, she moaned.

  He flicked the tip of his tongue over the kernel of her being.

  "Yes,” she keened. Numbness buzzed through her legs. “Again."

  Suddenly, the heavy fullness building within her broke. Her pussy clenched. She frantically ground against Sam's mouth, trying to hold onto every bit of the escaping pleasure. She didn't want to miss one tingle.

  "Sam,” she moaned.

  The night sky exploded.

  For one long, delicious moment, she flew with the stars. As she drifted back to Earth, Sam tugged her upright. She scooted her body back down his chest.

  "That was...” She couldn't find the words. Instead, she leaned forward and kissed him. The sharp taste of her orgasm clung to his mouth. A new corkscrew of need turned in her belly.

  "That was far from all you are capable of.” He stroked a single finger between her breasts.

  He stared at her with eyes black with hunger. The fierceness in their depths made her shiver.

  "You're right.” She wanted the feel of his hard cock fucking her pussy. She slid further down his body until she sat on his hard thighs. “There is more, and I want it all."

  She ran her hands down his chest to his belt. Hot sinew rippled beneath her fingertips. The contrast between her pale flesh and his olive skin was one of the many outside differences between them. Culture. Language. But inside, their passion, generosity and feelings were the same.

  The zipper on his pants whirred as she dragged the tab downward. He lifted his hips and helped her pull off the last of his clothes. As his hard cock lay against his flat belly, a sigh flew from his mouth.

  Dove moaned.

  Sam's shaft was long, thick and a beautiful shade of brown, slightly darker than his skin. Her inner muscles tightened at the thought of sinking down on him. “I need to touch you,” she whispered.

  "Nothing would please me more.” His lids half closed.

  Teeth sunk into her lower lip, she climbed back on top him. “Nothing?"

  His eyes shot open. “Nothing at this moment,” he chuckled.

  She wrapped her hand around his hard shaft. “Mhh."

  The vein running the length of him throbbed against her palm. She squeezed, and the pulse of his blood quickened.

  Air hissed from between his clenched teeth.

  Dove liked that her affect on him was equally as powerful as his over her. She stroked her fingertips from the wide crown to the smooth hilt. Musk and the scent of spiced oranges surrounded her. Sweeping lower, she cupped his balls and rolled them within his sac.

  His thighs flexed hard beneath her ass.

  She smiled. “Feel good?"

  "Not as good as feeling you,” he grunted.

  The pounding in her chest increased. She uncurled her hand and scooted forward. Her pussy hovered above him.

  "Take me inside you.” He snagged a condom from his discarded trousers. After donning protection, he positioned his tip at her entrance. “Let your passion move you and pour over me."

  Muscles shaking with the desire, she sank down. The sensation of slowly being filled increased with each inch of his cock that slipped inside her pussy. “Oh yes."

  Thick heat stretched her walls. She flexed her muscles around his hard shaft. Tremors vibrated along her channel and down her legs.

  "Ah, tight and soft, like I knew you would be,” he breathed. “Let your body show me what you feel."

  "I feel you,” she swallowed. “Hot and strong and beating deep inside me.” She braced her hands on his shoulders.

  Sam removed them and laced his fingers through hers. “Feel.” He thrust upwards. “Then move."

  She bit back a cry and nodded. However he'd learned his secrets, she didn't care. He'd shared the incredible wonder with her and that was all that mattered. The low pulse of the music penetrated her head and then her body. She rocked her hips.

  At first, she started slow. Only a fraction of Sam's cock slid in and out. As the friction built against her walls, she increased her pace.

  The heat beneath her skin escaped through her pores. Sweat dripped between her breasts and down her spine.

  "You feel so hard.” She ground down on him. “Want more."

  He thrust their joined hands out to the sides.

  With her arms spread out, her pelvis tilted forward. The angle brought her clit against his flesh. “Yes."

  "That's it, Oulm,” he gritted. “You are wet with pleasure."

  Oh God, she was dripping. Her palms pressed harder against his. She shook her hips faster.

  "Let it flow from you.” He pumped his cock in time to her thrusts.

  "Yes,” she sobbed. Spasms contracted her channel. Her walls gripped Sam's shaft even as her motion pulled him from their tight grasp. “Close."

  Beneath her, perspiration beaded Sam's brow. Nostrils flared. She didn't know how he resisted coming. But, his method took a hell of an effort.

  He raised their arms over her head.

  Dove tipped further forward. Her curls rubbed against his. The friction on her clit increased. Tiny sparks shot through her nerve endings. She rocked back and forth.

  The frantic pace stole her breath. She gulped air but didn't let up. “I—I—"

  Orgasm burst in her pussy. White-hot ripples coursed through her tissue and then her limbs. “Ahh."

  "That's it, oulm."

  The world went silent except for Sam's voice. Thundering blood blotted out everything else. Pleasure rushed through her. When the final shudder left her body, he lowered their hands but didn't let go.

  She leaned over him, panting. Drops of sweat rolled off her nose and fell like salty rain on his chest. Consciousness worked its way back. That's when she realized he hadn't come.

  "Sam?” The moment she glanced up, his pinched expression softened.

  "Do you know how beautiful you are when you come?” He pulled her closer and kissed her. “Like a bird soaring free in flight."

  "What about you?” She licked her lower lip. She hated the idea she hadn't satisfied him. “Why didn't you come?"

  "Because,” he wrapped his arms around her torso, “that was for you."

  Her breasts flattened against his hard chest. “What about you?” she asked again.

  "Now is the time for me.” He smiled a second before he took control and flipped her onto her back. His body covered hers.

  She yelped. The high pitch carried through the night.

  Dark and powerful, Sam loomed above her. Want blazed in his eyes. Fresh juices flowed from her pussy. “I was wondering if you were going to take your turn."

  "I am,” he chuckled. “And, I am going to take you."

  Pure need zapped her nerves. Her hands roamed the slick muscles of his back. “Then take me now, Sam."

  He pulled his cock out, until only the very tip of his shaft remained inside. Then, he plunged back in.

  The rush of his cock filling her hard and fast burned along her walls. Her legs wound around his waist. “Deeper.” She tightened her limbs and pulled him further up her channel.

  "Dove,” he ground out.

  "Take me now.” She flung her hips up against his.

  With a growl, he thrust deep into her womb.

  The slamming of his body into hers drove her higher on the lounge cushion. Nylon mesh scraped her back and ass. She didn't care.

  Pleasure dulled everything except the feel of Sam's driving cock. Shockwaves, stronger than anything she'd felt before, took hold.

  "Sam,” she shouted. Her pussy gripped his pulsing shaft as she came for the third time.

  With one final surge, Sam threw back his head and shouted as he came.

  * * * *

  The melodic call of strange voices awoke Dove. She rolled over in bed and rubbed her eyes. The first pink-gold beams of dawn shined throug
h the open balcony doors.

  A light breeze fluttered the sheer crimson drapes. She yawned. The echoing shout sounded again. Her sleepy mind took a moment before functioning. The far-off stranger was giving the morning call to prayer.

  As beautiful as the Hassan Mosque's minaret must appear in the morning sun, it was too early for her jetlagged body. At least, for today. She turned over.

  Sam's dark eyes and smiling face greeted her. “Oh.” She jumped.

  "Did you forget about me so soon, oulm?” His grin widened.

  "No.” She blushed. Vaguely, she recalled him carrying her to bed. “My brain isn't awake yet. Need coffee,” she mumbled.

  He chuckled. “Perhaps there is a better way to revive you.” He leaned forward and kissed her.

  The touch of his lips roused her hormones. She groaned and brushed her mouth against his then smiled. “You might be on to something."

  With his tousled black hair and well-toned physique, he definitely qualified as the best sight she'd ever awoken to. Her stomach flip-flopped. Last night was also the best sex she'd ever had.

  Heat flared inside her.

  But she had questions. “What happened last night?"

  Sam frowned.

  "Why take time for me when you don't with other women?” She kept a careful watch on his reaction.

  He shook his head. “Amira talks too much."

  By the smile creeping around his mouth, she could tell he wasn't angry.

  "And she is often correct.” He sighed.

  She propped her head up on her elbow. “What made you change your mind?"

  His dark gaze searched her face.

  What was he looking for? She shifted on the soft bedding.

  "I remembered life is about joy and passion,” he spoke softly. “And they must be for all of life, not only a single aspect."

  Where was he going with this? “What reminded you?"

  His intense stare held hers. “You."

  Dove felt her jaw slip open. “Me?"

  Sam's mouth met hers.

  The kiss was the single sweetest she'd ever experienced. Through his lips, she felt a connection to his body, mind and soul. The sudden connection with someone she hardly knew frightened her. She pulled back.

  "How long will you stay in Casablanca?” He trailed the tip of his finger down her arm.

  Goose bumps popped up on her skin. She shivered. “I'd planned on two weeks."

  His frown returned.

  Why the sadness? He hardly knew her. Yet, she couldn't deny the bond they shared. “You called me Oulm. What does that mean?"

  "Heart,” he spoke the single word.

  She bolted upright, the tempo of her pulse kicking higher. “Why would you say that?"

  Sam turned her to face him. “Because the first time I saw you, that's where I felt you.” He put his hand over his chest.

  Dove swallowed the lump in her throat. So, he too had experienced more than physical lust. Her fear faded.

  Whatever they shared, she owed it to Sam, and to herself, to find out more. She'd let her feelings move her and see where the path led.

  "You know,” she let out a shaky breath, “a funny thing about my airline ticket.” She took her hand in his. “When I bought it, I felt moved to book an open-ended return date."

  Happiness beamed in his dark eyes. “Sounds like the best move you made, oulm,” he whispered.

  "No.” She grinned. “This is.” She kissed him and rolled him onto his back, straddling him. “Take me again, Sam."

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  Author's note

  While this story focuses on the sensual side of belly dancing, the endeavor is much more complex. First and foremost, it is an art. Belly dancing is about more than sex. It is about expression of emotion, beauty, strength and most of all, empowerment.

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  Double Deutsch

  by

  Shayla Kersten

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  Dedication

  This book is dedicated to RJ and Rhonda, for daring to make their dreams come true. With love, from The Roses.

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  Hamburg, Germany

  Catherine Lakeland stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror. The sheer red flowing robe didn't leave much to the imagination. Neither did the matching silk push-up bra or the tiny thong. “I can't do this."

  "Yes, you can, Cat.” Geli's amusement flowed with her musical German accent. Her sure hands stroked a hairbrush through Cat's long auburn hair.

  "This isn't me.” Cat shook her head at the two women in the mirror.

  "It can be.” Geli rested her chin on Cat's shoulder. Their eyes met in the reflection. “Look at you. If I had your face and figure, I could make a fortune."

  Cat tried to see herself without her natural humility. She did have nice hair. Long, thick, dark with hints of red, she'd always considered it her best feature. Her face was round with regular features, although her hazel eyes often garnered compliments. Her body, on the other hand ... she couldn't get past the excess of curves around her stomach and hips. Her ex-husband made it perfectly clear she was overweight. Of course, the skinny bitch he'd left her for showed exactly what he thought of her body.

  "I'm fat.” Cat shook her head. “And too short."

  "You are sexy with pleasing curves. Trust me—men will be flocking to your window tonight."

  Her window. Geli's window in the Hamburg Laufhaus. What the hell was a nice American divorcée doing in a brothel in Germany?

  "Just think of it as acting a role, my friend. One you've wanted to play for years.” The mirror reflected Geli's Teutonic fair-haired blue-eyed good looks.

  Cat snorted laughter. “I don't remember dreaming about being a sex worker."

  "Ah, but you dreamed about a man other than your husband. Tonight, you will have one.” Her smile widened to a grin. “Or more."

  A shiver shook Cat's body. An ache started deep in her pussy. She missed sex. Her ex-husband had made her feel wonderful in bed. Unfortunately, outside the bedroom, he was a total shit.

  After eight years of marriage to her high school sweetheart and only lover, she wanted to know sex with someone other than him. Except she wasn't ready for a relationship. The ink was barely dry on her divorce decree.

  Geli gave her a quick hug then moved away. “Now, everything you need is here.” She walked over to the nightstand next to the bed and opened a drawer. “Condoms, lube, toys...” Holding up a long, thick dildo, she wagged it at Cat. “All sterilized after each use.” She dropped it back in the drawer but left the condoms and lube on the nightstand. “There are restraints in the bathroom closet if you are so inclined, or your customer is."

  Shaking her head, Cat laughed. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach while tingles of a different nature swept through her body. “I think not."

  "Then I'll leave you to get on with it. Have fun.” With a wave of her hand and a grin, Geli left the tiny room.

  Turning in a circle, Cat surveyed her surroundings. The wide bed, covered by a black satin comforter, was the centerpiece of the room. Cat tried to imagine herself splayed out, legs open, a strange man between her thighs. Her pussy walls clenched, and warm cream dampened her panties.

  The only other furniture was the infamous nightstand, complete with supplies.

  Two pale wood doors led from the room, one to the hallway and one to the bathroom. Paintings of flowers graced two walls, one a vase of wildflowers and one of roses. Nothing about the room indicated its true purpose, sex for sale.

  This was Geli's “office.” Her strange friendship with the German sex worker was little more than a month old. Cat moved to Germany after her divorce was final three months ago. The advertising company she worked for had a position open, and Cat needed a fresh start. A match made in heaven.

  At lunch one day in a crowded restaurant, Geli had asked to share her table. They struck up a conversation and now Cat
was in Geli's room at a brothel about to sell herself for the experience of being with a man other than her ex-husband.

  She could hear voices through the open window. All she had to do was draw back the curtains and her adventure would begin.

  "I can do this. I want to do this.” From the first time Geli talked about her work, Cat had been fascinated. Fantasies of strange men plowing her aching center with long hard cocks filled her dreams, no strings, no risk of emotional ties. Her constant stream of questions ended with Geli issuing a challenge.

  Cat threw back her shoulders and took a deep breath. “I will do this.” Her pussy clenched sending a shudder through her body. She strode across the room and flung open the curtain. “An act, like a play...” She'd done some acting in college. “Think sex..."

  The cool spring air wasn't the only thing that made Cat shiver. Several men paused to see what the open curtains revealed. Their heated looks sent a burning chill through her.

  A couple of them moved forward, but they didn't fit Cat's fantasy man. As Geli had instructed her, she moved back from the window to show her lack of interest. The two men walked past.

  She stepped forward again and leaned out to survey the well-lit street. Two more men strode down the street. One looked like Adonis come down from Olympus. Blond, with a muscular build evident through the short-sleeved polo shirt. He was arguing with his companion. She didn't catch more than a few words of the rapid-fire German.

  She didn't care. He was the perfect specimen for her experiment. She leaned out of the window. “Hallo,” she called out with a boldness she didn't feel.

  Both men stopped to stare. Adonis's dark haired companion nudged him with his elbow, and his penetrating blue eyes met hers.

  A rush of excitement tightened her throat and swept through her body to her already moist core. She didn't have to pretend she was acting a part to smile encouragingly. The idea of this Adonis plunging into her aching pussy was enough to give her the courage to play the part. Leaning out the window a little further, her arms crossed on the windowsill, she displayed her cleavage to his roaming gaze.

  "Wieviel?" His musical baritone made the word sound exotic.

  "Achtzig Euros." Geli told her to ask for a high price although eighty Euros sounded cheap for what she was offering. Not that she needed the money. At the time Geli suggested it, Cat thought it would be an erotic adventure with no strings attached. She planned to donate the proceeds from her night to a local women's shelter so a higher price was fine by her.