almost came right away. She fell onto the
bed, grabbed the panda and shoved it between her legs so it would hold the vibe
in place, then rolled onto her stomach. Perfect.
She thought of John’s arms again and those
incredible shoulders. Her hand wouldn’t even cover his entire shoulder, she
realized. His body, so powerful, so graceful, could cover hers completely. He’d
rein in that power, his touch light and gentle as his hands explored her body,
finding the spots that were ticklish, finding the spots that made her putty in
his hands.
And then? When he’d turned her muscles to
jelly, would he press his advantage? Would he get out the ropes and tie her up
for real? Lauren had had that fantasy before. What woman hadn’t? Of being tied
and taken. All the fun and none of the responsibility.
But John would make her responsible. He’d
want her to submit willingly, she just knew it. The tension between her legs
jumped exponentially. To put herself at his mercy? She imagined the ropes
around her wrists and ankles, his hands roaming across her skin at will, the
vulnerability, his goatee brushing against her skin, his hot breath across her
pussy.
With a cry, she let herself fall over the
edge, her body convulsing in waves of pleasure as John’s imaginary tongue
flicked across her clit. Giving up the fantasy, she rode the waves as they
broke and grew smaller. Only when the last of them ebbed away did she grin and
roll over. Damn but he was good—and he wasn’t even here.
She glanced at the clock and laughed out
loud. She’d set a record. John couldn’t be more than two miles away yet and
here she lay, fully sated at his envisioned hands. Sitting up, she pulled the
panda and vibe from between her legs, shutting off the battery-operated piece
of bliss.
“Tomorrow,” she promised herself. “Tomorrow
I’ll get my act together.”
* * * * *
Of course Beth wanted details. “C’mon,
girl. Tell me! Did you let him get lucky?”
Lauren made coffee, as at home in Beth’s
kitchen as she was in her own. Probably more so. Behind her, the baby played on
a blanket Beth had laid out on the floor of the kitchen, her attention caught
as much as by her own feet as by the tripod of toys that dangled above her.
“No way,” Lauren teased as she spooned
coffee into the filter. “I don’t kiss and tell.”
“Why not? I do.”
Beth had been pretty forthcoming about the
relationship she and Paul had forged. Over the years, Lauren had learned to
rely on Beth’s instincts in so many things. A natural leader, it was easy to
let Beth plan everything and just go along with her. Paul, apparently, had
discovered the same thing.
Lauren liked Paul. He reminded her of
herself. Easygoing, laid-back, not ambitious. No, Paul wasn’t that last. That
adjective belonged solely to her. She was the one who couldn’t get herself moving
in any direction. The status quo fit her just fine, even if it put her in a
rut. A rut she’d been enjoying quite well, thank you, until John had come
along.
“Yeah, well, you and Paul have an
interesting…sex life.”
“And you need one.”
Lauren bent down and pushed a triangle on
Emily’s toy to set it swinging. “I don’t want any more short-timers, Beth. Look
at this.” She stood and gestured to the homey kitchen, the baby on the floor,
the settled feel of the entire scene. “I’m ready for this. And I’m not going to
get it if all I do is satisfy my lust.”
Beth narrowed her eyes as if Lauren had
become an interesting artifact that needed careful study. “Are you really ready
for this? For the diapers and the crying and the mortgage and staying home
because you can’t get a sitter? Are you really?”
Lauren snorted. “Okay, maybe not entirely
ready.” She ran her hand through her hair. “But I’m getting there. At least
I’ve finally figured out that I do want it. You have to give me credit for
that.”
The timer on the coffeemaker dinged and
Beth got up from the table to pour two
bed, grabbed the panda and shoved it between her legs so it would hold the vibe
in place, then rolled onto her stomach. Perfect.
She thought of John’s arms again and those
incredible shoulders. Her hand wouldn’t even cover his entire shoulder, she
realized. His body, so powerful, so graceful, could cover hers completely. He’d
rein in that power, his touch light and gentle as his hands explored her body,
finding the spots that were ticklish, finding the spots that made her putty in
his hands.
And then? When he’d turned her muscles to
jelly, would he press his advantage? Would he get out the ropes and tie her up
for real? Lauren had had that fantasy before. What woman hadn’t? Of being tied
and taken. All the fun and none of the responsibility.
But John would make her responsible. He’d
want her to submit willingly, she just knew it. The tension between her legs
jumped exponentially. To put herself at his mercy? She imagined the ropes
around her wrists and ankles, his hands roaming across her skin at will, the
vulnerability, his goatee brushing against her skin, his hot breath across her
pussy.
With a cry, she let herself fall over the
edge, her body convulsing in waves of pleasure as John’s imaginary tongue
flicked across her clit. Giving up the fantasy, she rode the waves as they
broke and grew smaller. Only when the last of them ebbed away did she grin and
roll over. Damn but he was good—and he wasn’t even here.
She glanced at the clock and laughed out
loud. She’d set a record. John couldn’t be more than two miles away yet and
here she lay, fully sated at his envisioned hands. Sitting up, she pulled the
panda and vibe from between her legs, shutting off the battery-operated piece
of bliss.
“Tomorrow,” she promised herself. “Tomorrow
I’ll get my act together.”
* * * * *
Of course Beth wanted details. “C’mon,
girl. Tell me! Did you let him get lucky?”
Lauren made coffee, as at home in Beth’s
kitchen as she was in her own. Probably more so. Behind her, the baby played on
a blanket Beth had laid out on the floor of the kitchen, her attention caught
as much as by her own feet as by the tripod of toys that dangled above her.
“No way,” Lauren teased as she spooned
coffee into the filter. “I don’t kiss and tell.”
“Why not? I do.”
Beth had been pretty forthcoming about the
relationship she and Paul had forged. Over the years, Lauren had learned to
rely on Beth’s instincts in so many things. A natural leader, it was easy to
let Beth plan everything and just go along with her. Paul, apparently, had
discovered the same thing.
Lauren liked Paul. He reminded her of
herself. Easygoing, laid-back, not ambitious. No, Paul wasn’t that last. That
adjective belonged solely to her. She was the one who couldn’t get herself moving
in any direction. The status quo fit her just fine, even if it put her in a
rut. A rut she’d been enjoying quite well, thank you, until John had come
along.
“Yeah, well, you and Paul have an
interesting…sex life.”
“And you need one.”
Lauren bent down and pushed a triangle on
Emily’s toy to set it swinging. “I don’t want any more short-timers, Beth. Look
at this.” She stood and gestured to the homey kitchen, the baby on the floor,
the settled feel of the entire scene. “I’m ready for this. And I’m not going to
get it if all I do is satisfy my lust.”
Beth narrowed her eyes as if Lauren had
become an interesting artifact that needed careful study. “Are you really ready
for this? For the diapers and the crying and the mortgage and staying home
because you can’t get a sitter? Are you really?”
Lauren snorted. “Okay, maybe not entirely
ready.” She ran her hand through her hair. “But I’m getting there. At least
I’ve finally figured out that I do want it. You have to give me credit for
that.”
The timer on the coffeemaker dinged and
Beth got up from the table to pour two
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