of her trance.
“She stopped by the shop a few days ago for an oil change and I thought she knew about the change in plans.” He bent down over her and slowly moved up her body, caging her in before kissing her slowly, then he moved back and to the side, taking some of his weight off of her while warming her entire left side.
She nearly lost her train of thought…again. How did he keep doing that? She was normally able to keep a lid on the desire she had for him but once her needy body had gotten a sample of the pleasure he could bring, it was as if it craved him. No, she craved him now.
“No, I didn’t tell her about you going in Tia’s place. I thought it would be best to omit that part. Kind of like the adage ‘it’s better to ask for forgiveness than for permission’.”
They both laughed and she stared at his handsome face. Her stomach rumbled, reminding her she hadn’t eaten yet. It was nearly evening and the noise outside had gotten way more festive. They could hear the jovial, upbeat blast of a brass band competing with the raucous voices of the revelers talking loudly, laughing, singing.
“Let’s go get some grub, then we can come back here and pick up where we left off on the list.”
“Okay, but first I need to get cleaned up.” He kissed her quickly and stood up, holding his hand out to help her up. She accepted and was pulled into his arms. He kissed her again; the slide of his lips on hers was like butter as they caressed not only her plump bottom lip, but the sides of her mouth as well. Her hands went down to his crotch as she felt his cock stirring.
“Down, girl!” he joked as he brought her hand up for a kiss.
“I think I’ve created a monster.”
“You have no idea,” she said under her breath as she was spun around and propelled towards the bathroom door.
Chapter Six
Brett found them a place to eat, but had he known Grace would put him through hell, he would have ordered in. All he could think about was getting her back to the room so he could strip her bare and love her until she begged him to stop.
He thought he was doing a noble thing by delaying their joining earlier. He wanted her to understand that what they had was not just sexual. He wanted to be with her. He thought dinner and lots of talking would take place and she would know he was serious.
Instead, the tables had been turned on him.
She sat across from him sucking on the tail of a Cajun boiled crawfish. With every drag of her lips, his cock jumped in response. Yes, he was in hell and she was his ice water. He reached over with a napkin and wiped some juice off her chin. She already had one Hurricane drink in a long bong-like plastic container and that was all he would allow. There was no way in hell he was letting her get drunk tonight. He wanted her relaxed, but sober and coherent for the loving he planned to put on her.
“Stop looking at me like that,” she warned between sucks.
“Then stop sucking like that.”
“What? You mean like this?” She picked up a big, juicy crawfish, separated the torso from the tail and played with the steaming meat with her tongue before sucking it long and deep. The meat came out with a pop and she slowly chewed the succulent, spicy, crimson flesh. She licked her fingers one by one. He couldn’t take it. He’d already started sweating and his cock was about to explode. She put her right index finger between her sexy lips and started licking the juice from it.
“Brett, look.”
She slowly moved to the next one but this time she did a trick the waitress showed her. She took the body of the crawfish, pulled the head, squeezed its sides and took a long lusty drag ending in a wicked, fleshy-sounding pop. They called it “sucking the head” and the dirty analogy was not wasted on him.
“Don’t I suck good head?” She grinned at the raunchiness of her own remark.
He could only stare at her and wonder what the hell had they put in that drink.
Grace
“She stopped by the shop a few days ago for an oil change and I thought she knew about the change in plans.” He bent down over her and slowly moved up her body, caging her in before kissing her slowly, then he moved back and to the side, taking some of his weight off of her while warming her entire left side.
She nearly lost her train of thought…again. How did he keep doing that? She was normally able to keep a lid on the desire she had for him but once her needy body had gotten a sample of the pleasure he could bring, it was as if it craved him. No, she craved him now.
“No, I didn’t tell her about you going in Tia’s place. I thought it would be best to omit that part. Kind of like the adage ‘it’s better to ask for forgiveness than for permission’.”
They both laughed and she stared at his handsome face. Her stomach rumbled, reminding her she hadn’t eaten yet. It was nearly evening and the noise outside had gotten way more festive. They could hear the jovial, upbeat blast of a brass band competing with the raucous voices of the revelers talking loudly, laughing, singing.
“Let’s go get some grub, then we can come back here and pick up where we left off on the list.”
“Okay, but first I need to get cleaned up.” He kissed her quickly and stood up, holding his hand out to help her up. She accepted and was pulled into his arms. He kissed her again; the slide of his lips on hers was like butter as they caressed not only her plump bottom lip, but the sides of her mouth as well. Her hands went down to his crotch as she felt his cock stirring.
“Down, girl!” he joked as he brought her hand up for a kiss.
“I think I’ve created a monster.”
“You have no idea,” she said under her breath as she was spun around and propelled towards the bathroom door.
Chapter Six
Brett found them a place to eat, but had he known Grace would put him through hell, he would have ordered in. All he could think about was getting her back to the room so he could strip her bare and love her until she begged him to stop.
He thought he was doing a noble thing by delaying their joining earlier. He wanted her to understand that what they had was not just sexual. He wanted to be with her. He thought dinner and lots of talking would take place and she would know he was serious.
Instead, the tables had been turned on him.
She sat across from him sucking on the tail of a Cajun boiled crawfish. With every drag of her lips, his cock jumped in response. Yes, he was in hell and she was his ice water. He reached over with a napkin and wiped some juice off her chin. She already had one Hurricane drink in a long bong-like plastic container and that was all he would allow. There was no way in hell he was letting her get drunk tonight. He wanted her relaxed, but sober and coherent for the loving he planned to put on her.
“Stop looking at me like that,” she warned between sucks.
“Then stop sucking like that.”
“What? You mean like this?” She picked up a big, juicy crawfish, separated the torso from the tail and played with the steaming meat with her tongue before sucking it long and deep. The meat came out with a pop and she slowly chewed the succulent, spicy, crimson flesh. She licked her fingers one by one. He couldn’t take it. He’d already started sweating and his cock was about to explode. She put her right index finger between her sexy lips and started licking the juice from it.
“Brett, look.”
She slowly moved to the next one but this time she did a trick the waitress showed her. She took the body of the crawfish, pulled the head, squeezed its sides and took a long lusty drag ending in a wicked, fleshy-sounding pop. They called it “sucking the head” and the dirty analogy was not wasted on him.
“Don’t I suck good head?” She grinned at the raunchiness of her own remark.
He could only stare at her and wonder what the hell had they put in that drink.
Grace
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