For Your Pleasure

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Authors: Elisa Adams
Tags: Fiction, Erótica, Romance, Contemporary
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    “Callie.” He wrapped his voice around the word, dragging out each syllable. “I’ve been dying to taste you.”
    And then he did. His mouth closed over my clit and he drew the tight bud inside. His tongue flicked over me again and again, the small movement enough to drive me right to the brink of orgasm. My back arched. Seconds after his lips touched my body, I was ready to beg him to fuck me.
    “Please.” The word slipped from my lips, not much more than a whisper of breath on the summer breeze.
    In answer, he chuckled against my skin. The thrust of his fingers inside my pussy took me by surprise, making me cant my hips toward him for more. The masterful swirls of his tongue and thrust of those thick fingers had me squirming on the chair. I threaded my hands through his hair, holding his head close while he continued to eat me out. His fingers dug into my thighs, holding me open to him.
    The man was a master. Like an explosion, the orgasm took me by surprise, rocking the very foundation of my world. It tightened my grip in his hair, my head dropping back as a silent scream tore from my lips. He didn’t let up right away, and tremor after tremor raced through me until all my muscles felt weak. Liquid and useless. And then he backed up and stood, leaving me cold.
    Spent and trembling, I could do nothing but lie there and watch him work the buckle on his belt, his gaze never leaving mine. The heat in his eyes made me tremble all over again. My juices glistened on his chin. Once his pants were unbuttoned, he freed his cock and I licked mylips. It had been way too long since I’d had a man inside me. I wouldn’t have to wait much longer. I shifted, reaching my hands toward him, but he shook his head.
    “Not tonight. It’s getting late, and I’m sure you have an early morning.”
    A little sound of protest whispered past my lips, but he said nothing. Instead, he took the length of his erection in his hand and stroked it from base to tip. His head dropped back, his eyes closing and his lips parting. It didn’t take him long to get off, and he came in heavy spurts over my stomach. His lips drifted open and, gracing me with that sexy smile, leaned down and rubbed his come into my skin.
    “Another time, Callie.” He pressed a quick kiss to my forehead before he turned and walked away.
    A long time later, I was finally able to make myself get up and go into the house. This was one night of fantasy I would never forget.

Chapter Two
    Three days had passed since my backyard encounter with my neighbor. I hadn’t seen him since, but then again, I hadn’t really been looking. Part of my reasoning could be attributed to mortification, but another, larger part relished the idea of what I’d done. What I’d let him do to me. Seeing him again might taint my memories of what had happened. Even now, as I walked up the front steps toward my door, a frisson of heat shot down my spine, settling between my legs.
    I tried to brush the feeling off as I walked up the path toward my front porch. It had been a long day in an even longer week. Thank God it was the weekend. I needed time to rest. To sleep in and recharge before I had to do it all again on Monday. Funny thing was, as much as I wanted some time alone, away from people, I had to wonder what it would be like to be with my neighbor again. This time, completely with him. I didn’t want his mouth, amazing as he’d made me feel with it. I wanted his dick.
    An involuntary sound escaped from my lips, followed by a giggle. Being a bad girl had never really appealed to me, but I liked the way it felt. It was a heady rush of power that made me smile.
    I reached the top step, keys in hand, and headed for the door, when a movement from the shadows in the corner of the porch caught my attention. I froze, the hair on my arms standing on end. “Who’s there?”
    “Do you always stay so late at work?”
    The voice— his voice—made me drop my keys. They clattered to the

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