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Authors: Elle Casey
Tags: Humor, Fiction, Humorous, Romance, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, Sagas, Romantic Comedy, Contemporary Fiction, Contemporary Women, Women's Fiction
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more leisurely worshipping of her womanly parts for another time, hopefully later this evening.
“Oh my god … William … it’s happening!” She grabs two fistsful of my hair and squeezes, guiding me right to the spot where she needs me most. Her hips roll with her emotions, grinding her mound into my face. I can’t get enough. I’ve never been with such a passionate, lusty woman.
I focus all my attention on her nub while I move first one and then two fingers into her entrance. Her wetness makes it very easy to slide in and out with the slow rhythm that I know will drive her mad. My free hand holds her skirt out of the way, ready to drop it back down in case we have visitors. I pray that we don’t before she’s finished.
Within seconds, a pulsing of her walls grips my fingers, and a liquid warmth gushes down and into my hand. I keep licking and sucking, moving my fingers in and out. She jerks and quivers against the wall as her grip in my hair lessens and she’s overcome with her orgasm. Her legs tremble and her breath comes in gasps. I send up another quick prayer, this time to the god of fucking, that no one will come along to spoil our fun.
“Oh my god … oh my god … oh my god …” She’s nearly crying and I take that as a good sign. I stroke her gently with my tongue a few more times for good measure, reveling in the power I have over her body. She cannot sit still or stop moaning as I lick away all evidence of her orgasm.
When her quivers turn into convulsions of pleasure mixed with pain, I draw away, dropping her dress down to where it belongs and taking to my feet again. Her scent is everywhere, and I know I will miss it when it’s gone.
Sweat has caused her hair to stick to her face in places. As I wipe my mouth and then wet hand off on my handkerchief, I pause to use the other to move her hair off her cheek. “Happy?” I ask. Silly question, really, but I feel as though I should say something that will end our moment on a positive note.
“Very,” she says, sleepily.
A cackling, drunk laugh comes down the hall in our direction and it has the effect of waking Jennifer up almost instantaneously. She pushes and pulls her dress into place and then makes a few swipes of her hair and face.
“Oops! Sorry!” says an inebriated woman in very high heels. She staggers past us on the arm of a half-conscious man a foot shorter than she is. “I think we just caught them fucking.”
I look down at Jennifer and take in her disheveled glow. “She’s right you know. She just caught us fucking.”
Jennifer grins, even though I know she’d rather be outraged. “You are so bad.”
I lift an eyebrow. “Funny… I rather thought you found me good.”
She moves her hand until it’s resting against the front of my trousers. A few strokes and she has John Thomas already considering another go. “I do find you rather good. Rather awesome, actually.”
“This isn’t the rest of our date, I’ll have you know.” I’m worried she’s going to play Cinderella again and disappear with only one shoe. I’m not ready for that yet. I’ll be ready later.
“I know. I just needed to get a drink, you know. You didn’t need to go all caveman on me.”
I lean down and give her the chastest of kisses. “I am not a caveman. I am just an English gentleman enjoying a passionate moment with a fun-loving American girl.”
She gives me what looks like a sad smile. “Come on. Let’s go get a drink.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jennifer
I DON’T KNOW WHY, BUT every time William says something that brings up the fact that this is a temporary moment, it bursts my happy bubble. I’m just coming down off hot sex against the wall and I’m reminded again of how this will all be over in a matter of hours. I seriously need to get my drink on. My emotions are too raw and out there for safety. I need to deaden the feelings that keep rising up to choke me.
We reach the bar and battle a crowd at the edge of it to get the
“Oh my god … William … it’s happening!” She grabs two fistsful of my hair and squeezes, guiding me right to the spot where she needs me most. Her hips roll with her emotions, grinding her mound into my face. I can’t get enough. I’ve never been with such a passionate, lusty woman.
I focus all my attention on her nub while I move first one and then two fingers into her entrance. Her wetness makes it very easy to slide in and out with the slow rhythm that I know will drive her mad. My free hand holds her skirt out of the way, ready to drop it back down in case we have visitors. I pray that we don’t before she’s finished.
Within seconds, a pulsing of her walls grips my fingers, and a liquid warmth gushes down and into my hand. I keep licking and sucking, moving my fingers in and out. She jerks and quivers against the wall as her grip in my hair lessens and she’s overcome with her orgasm. Her legs tremble and her breath comes in gasps. I send up another quick prayer, this time to the god of fucking, that no one will come along to spoil our fun.
“Oh my god … oh my god … oh my god …” She’s nearly crying and I take that as a good sign. I stroke her gently with my tongue a few more times for good measure, reveling in the power I have over her body. She cannot sit still or stop moaning as I lick away all evidence of her orgasm.
When her quivers turn into convulsions of pleasure mixed with pain, I draw away, dropping her dress down to where it belongs and taking to my feet again. Her scent is everywhere, and I know I will miss it when it’s gone.
Sweat has caused her hair to stick to her face in places. As I wipe my mouth and then wet hand off on my handkerchief, I pause to use the other to move her hair off her cheek. “Happy?” I ask. Silly question, really, but I feel as though I should say something that will end our moment on a positive note.
“Very,” she says, sleepily.
A cackling, drunk laugh comes down the hall in our direction and it has the effect of waking Jennifer up almost instantaneously. She pushes and pulls her dress into place and then makes a few swipes of her hair and face.
“Oops! Sorry!” says an inebriated woman in very high heels. She staggers past us on the arm of a half-conscious man a foot shorter than she is. “I think we just caught them fucking.”
I look down at Jennifer and take in her disheveled glow. “She’s right you know. She just caught us fucking.”
Jennifer grins, even though I know she’d rather be outraged. “You are so bad.”
I lift an eyebrow. “Funny… I rather thought you found me good.”
She moves her hand until it’s resting against the front of my trousers. A few strokes and she has John Thomas already considering another go. “I do find you rather good. Rather awesome, actually.”
“This isn’t the rest of our date, I’ll have you know.” I’m worried she’s going to play Cinderella again and disappear with only one shoe. I’m not ready for that yet. I’ll be ready later.
“I know. I just needed to get a drink, you know. You didn’t need to go all caveman on me.”
I lean down and give her the chastest of kisses. “I am not a caveman. I am just an English gentleman enjoying a passionate moment with a fun-loving American girl.”
She gives me what looks like a sad smile. “Come on. Let’s go get a drink.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jennifer
I DON’T KNOW WHY, BUT every time William says something that brings up the fact that this is a temporary moment, it bursts my happy bubble. I’m just coming down off hot sex against the wall and I’m reminded again of how this will all be over in a matter of hours. I seriously need to get my drink on. My emotions are too raw and out there for safety. I need to deaden the feelings that keep rising up to choke me.
We reach the bar and battle a crowd at the edge of it to get the
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