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Sex Break

Content advisory: erotic content

Marisol shook her head and pushed her cart to the next room on her list. The door she moved away from stood open and she was sure if she turned, the man would still be standing there naked. As a maid at Decadent, the hedonistic resort situated on its own private island, she saw a lot and got propositioned on a daily basis.

She’d come a long way in the two years she’d worked here. Growing up in a Catholic, sexually repressed household made her shy away from men for a long time. Then, she’d started reading those stories. 

It started with typical romances. Going to an all-girls school, she didn’t have much experience with the opposite sex. After moving out on her own, the books she read made her long for a connection with a man.

She’d tried. There were several lovers in her past, but that illusive connection evaded her. Thinking it was all fiction, she’d stopped reading those books. Until a friend recommended a hot read. She checked it out and, like that, she’d been sucked back in.

These weren’t her mother’s romances, though. No, these were hot and steamy and mentioned things in the bedroom that she’d never heard of. She started buying more and more, getting excited with each new experience she read of, longing to try it herself.

Then came the job at Decadent. It paid great, but she’d almost quit right away. She’d heard stories of the resort, but seeing all the nudity and sexual acts that happened literally anywhere on the grounds, it was almost too much.

But she’d stuck it out and daily propositions aside, she enjoyed her job. So, she gracefully dissuaded the guests that were interested in a different kind of turn-down service, as had happened at the last room, and forged ahead.

Mari knocked on the next door. “Housekeeping.”

After a moment of silence, she pulled the master keycard from her pocket. Just as she inserted it into the lock, the door opened.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I thought the room was empty.” Not even looking up in case it was another naked man, she backed away, slipping the key back into her apron pocket.

“It’s just me, Mari. Come on in.”

A curl of desire swirled in her stomach at the sound of the familiar, deep voice. Edwin, one of the maintenance crew, always had that affect on her. She looked up and met his light blue eyes.

They looked even lighter, set in his tanned face, blond shadow gracing his jawline. He was tall, over six feet, and had big shoulders and arms. A rumor had gone around when he first started working there that he’d been in the Marines, but if that were true, it wasn’t evidenced by the ponytail he wore now. 

“Hi Ed. I didn’t realize it was you.” Heat singed her cheeks and she knew she blushed. Even with her Hispanic background, she was sure he could tell. He always looked at her with such laser-like focus and that, combined with his good looks and overall masculinity, made her shy around him. He probably thought she was an idiot.

“Yeah, toilet stopped up. No one here, but me.” He stared for a moment longer, then backed up.

“Thanks. I’ll save the bathroom for last then.” Grabbing her checklist and a set of clean linens, she edged past him and made her way across the room.

She felt the weight of his gaze on her, but already feeling dumb enough, she didn’t look back. Instead, she pulled the sheets free from the bed, stripping it down to the mattress. After several moments, she heard sounds in the bathroom and knew Ed had gone back to work.

Making the bed reminded her of what went on here at Decadent. It also reminded her of the sexy man in the next room and all the things he’d done to her last night in her fantasies. Yes, she had it bad for him, but was too shy to throw herself at him like the other girls did.

Her mind wandered and the desire he’d started by just being there and talking to her, rose inside her. Tension knotted in her shoulders as she realized just how small a hotel room could be.

Covering the last pillow and placing it on the bed, she turned, her arms full of dirty sheets and stopped suddenly. Edwin stood in the doorway, his tool belt riding low on his lean hips. God, he was sexy. And he was watching her.

Another blush flushed her cheeks as she tried not to remember where her thoughts had just led her.

“All done in there?” She plopped the laundry in the bag on her cart.

“Mari?”

She busied herself marking off her checklist. “Hmm?”

“Why don’t you like me?”

She stiffened in shock for a moment before she whirled to face him. “I don’t dislike you. Why would you think that?”

Shrugging, he studied her face. “You tend to run away a lot. I enter a room, you leave. You barely talk to me. I can’t figure out what I did to make you avoid me.”

Heat suffused her face once more. She rarely blushed except around him, but that wasn’t his fault. Shame that she’d made him feel bad followed close behind the embarrassment.

“I’m sorry that I made  you feel that way. I don’t act that way because I dislike you. I – it’s because….”

“Because?”

Could the floor open up and swallow her whole? Could someone die from extreme humiliation? She could leave, not tell him the truth and he’d probably let her get away with it. But then she’d have to live with the knowledge that she’d hurt him. She couldn’t do that.

“I…like you, Ed, but I feel nervous around you. I’m afraid of making a fool of myself around you so I try to spend as little time around you as possible. I’m sorry that you thought I didn’t like you.”

She’d watched her shoes during her explanation, enough warmth radiating from her cheeks to heat a house in the winter. She didn’t want to see ridicule at her inept behavior around him.

Edwin lifted her chin with his fingers, forcing her gaze to his intense stare. “When you say you like me, does that mean you’re attracted to me?”

Oh, God. She didn’t think this could get any worse, but she’d been wrong. Closing her eyes for relief from his scrutiny, her brain tumbled, trying to come up with something that didn’t make her sound even more pathetic than she already did.

“Because if so, you have to know I’m attracted to you.”

Her eyes popped open and saw sincerity in his ice blue gaze. “You – you are?”

“I am. I’ve been trying to get up the nerve to ask you out for weeks, but you’re always running away.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I should have realized that I made you nervous.”

Silence rose between them and for once, she returned his regard, looking deep into his eyes. A smile quirked at the corner of his mouth.

“You didn’t answer me. Are you attracted to me? Would you go out with me?”

A brazen courage that she’d never felt before rose up inside her. He’d opened to her without any idea of her own feelings. She would try to be as open as he’d been.

She rose up on her toes, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. At first, he didn’t respond and she started to pull back. Before she could, he leapt into action. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her closer and deepened the kiss.

Her panties felt soaked against her skin as wetness gushed from her. She gasped in surprise. She’d never gotten that hot that quick over a kiss. He took advantage of the moment and slipped his tongue in her mouth.

A moan slipped from her throat and the sound broke the spell. Embarrassed once again, she pulled away, though he still held her close.

“I guess that’s a yes.” Amusement, tinged with lust, colored his voice.

Yet another blush exploded across her cheeks and she withdrew her arms. She tried to pull from his embrace, but his arms tightened around her.

“I’m sorry. I’m not making fun. I’m just in shock that you feel the same way.” 

She stopped struggling and looked up at him.

“And I’m so turned on, I’m barely hanging by a thread.”

At his words, she finally registered the hard rod pressing into her tummy. The proof of his desire against her, along with the truth of his feelings wringing through every word, gave her a confidence she’d never felt before.

Her cheeks cooled and she reached for him, squeezing his hard length. He closed his eyes on a groan and tilted his head back.

“Mari. Please….”

“Yes.” Her whisper got through as his head leveled off, his gaze searching hers.

He seemed to read her intent. “Not here. Have you had your morning break yet?”

At the shake of her head, he searched the hallway. Apparently seeing what he wanted, he tugged her behind him, stopping halfway down the corridor. The door, labeled maintenance, stood before them.

He turned to her. “Are you sure about this, Mari? We don’t have to do this now.”

“I’m sure.”

After another penetrating look, he turned, inserted his key into the knob and let them into the closet. She glanced around and noted the shelves full of tools and products that Edwin used in the course of his day.

As the door shut, the darkness inside was blinding. She couldn’t even see her hand in front of her face and uneasiness knotted in her belly. Then she was in Ed’s arms. He turned her so she felt the door at her back and his hard body at her front.

His lips found hers and they shared another hungry kiss. He took control, deepening the kiss and arousal roared through her body, fast and strong and unexpected. Rubbing her body against his, she felt a need grow inside that only he could fill. 

He slipped his thigh between her legs and she began to ride him, pleasure shooting through her, despite the layers of clothing between them. A hand grasped each of her breasts and Ed kneaded the soft globes. Her nipples were hard and poking through her top. He must have felt them, yet he avoided them.

She continued to hump his leg as she pushed into his hands. A coil formed in her stomach, each pass of her clit on his leg, each squeeze of his hands on her breasts increased the tension inside her.

Tearing her lips from his, she sobbed. “Please. My nipples….”

He nipped down her neck to the zipper at her chest. Pulling it down, he bared her to the darkness and she could feel a cool breeze on the tops of her heated breasts. Edwin pressed on the front release latch and her bra popped open.

Finally, finally, he rolled her nipples between his finger and thumb. Another gush of liquid gushed from her pussy as she moaned low and long. 

“Yessssss. Oh God, Ed. Oh God….”

She moved faster on his leg, the coil in her tummy tightened to breaking and she knew she was close. So close.

Suddenly, he was gone. His hands left her breasts and his leg disappeared from between her thighs.

“What—?”

She heard a rustle and tearing sound. “Ssh, it’s okay.”

Before she knew what was happening, he spun her around. She braced her hands on the door as his fingers tweaked her nipples. That quickly, her arousal soared again. She just needed…

As though reading her mind, one hand left her breast and slid down her belly, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves that would send her flying. He rubbed and plucked her clit and alternated attention on her breasts.

In seconds, her orgasm built to a breaking point, the tension in her body so tight, she felt as though she would snap at any moment. She held her breath. She was going to come. She was so close.

The sudden thrust of Ed’s hard cock into her soaking wet pussy sent her over the edge. She screamed as pleasure rolled through like a tidal wave. Ed withdrew and drove inside her again. And again. And again. Each plunge prolonged her climax and drove it higher.

As he pounded toward his own release, another orgasm surprised her and she shuddered around him as he thrust one, two, three more times before holding himself still against her back.

She hadn’t known sex could be like that. As her body slowly came down from the most intense orgasm she’d ever had, she wondered if she’d ruined things. Ed had been interested in asking her out. Had her wanton behavior turned him off? Would he think her only good for a physical release when he got horny? Would she be able to tell him no? What had she done?

Ed rested his forehead on her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her damp skin.

“So, does this mean you’ll go out with me?”

****

Please return on February 25^th for the next rendezvous by Scarlett.

~~Scarlett Jameson~~
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Copyright © 2013 Scarlett Jameson

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The Great Outdoors

Content Advisory: public m/f sex

Max strode from the water, shaking the excess moisture from his hair. His girlfriend, Kelsey, lay on a towel, working on her tan. They’d been seeing each other for about a month now, ever since she’d come to Decadent. He’d never been happier.

Making his way over to her, he eyed her prone form hungrily. Her tan skin glistened in the sun and her blonde hair coiled on top of her head, leaving her back bare except for the string holding her bikini top on.

He didn’t think he’d ever get enough of her and thanked God the night she walked into the resort. Her ex-boyfriend was a fool for letting her go, but he wouldn’t make the same mistake.

Spraying water over her, he smiled at her shrieks as the cool water made contact with her heated skin.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?” She pouted up at him.

“Maybe.” Dropping beside her, he closed the distance between them and took her mouth in a heated kiss.

She opened to him immediately, another thing he liked about her, she never held back with him. The velvet slide of her tongue against his sent a shaft of lust racing through him. He needed her again. Now.

He pulled her tighter against him, his erection snuggled into the notch between her legs. As he ground against her, she broke the kiss, gasping.

“Max.” Her head fell back as his lips attacked her neck, nipping and kissing down to the hollow of her throat and back up again.

“Yeah, baby?” He slipped a hand between them and plucked at her hard nipple. Lucky for them they were at Decadent. No one would look twice at their loving on the beach. Well, they might look, but only because they found it hot. This kind of thing was encouraged here.

“I want you.” Kelsey’s hips moved against his. The friction felt so good.

“You’re gonna get me.” He pulled the string across her back, then moved up to the one around her neck. 

Pushing her onto her back, he sat up and removed her bikini top.

Her areolas had darkened from their normal pink to a rose red and the nipples stuck out, calling to him. It was an invitation he couldn’t resist. He leaned down and sucked one nubbin into his mouth.

Kelsey arched into him and tangled her fingers into his hair, urging him closer. His girl loved to have her nipples sucked and he loved to do it. Somehow, she always tasted like strawberries to him.

As he alternated between breasts, Kelsey wrapped her legs around his waist and rubbed against him. Pleasure shot from his dick and spread throughout his body.

Little minx! She knew he went wild when she did that. A sense of satisfaction raced through him. If she’d resorted to driving him crazy already, that meant she was ready for more.

As he left her breasts, she let out a groan. Kissing his way down her belly, he dislodged the hold her legs had on him.

“Come inside me now, Max.” Kelsey’s whisper almost had him doing just that, but he shook his head.

“You know the rules, Kels. You come first.” God knows he wouldn’t be able to control himself once he sheathed himself in her warmth. And he wouldn’t leave her unsatisfied. Not even once.

His lips touched the edge of her bikini bottoms and he rubbed his chin over her mound. Kelsey’s breath caught and she held still. As a reward, he repeated his gesture, knowing his movement applied a slight pressure on her clit.

He tugged the strings on either side of her hips, then urged her to lift so he could slide away the last of her barriers. His eyes devoured her. Her chest heaved and the hard rose-colored nippled shone from where he’d just licked and sucked them. Her pussy, shaved bare the way he liked it, also glistened, telling him that Kelsey enjoyed their lovemaking as much as he did.

His cock twitched inside his trunks and the urge to drive deep inside her almost overwhelmed him. He spread her legs and dropped onto his forearm. Pink and swollen, Kelsey’s pussy throbbed and he knew she was close.

He pressed a kiss to her clit, then swiped his tongue lower, licking the juices from her slit. The musky flavor of her burst across his taste buds, making his cock twitch again. He loved the taste of her, the smell, her little gasps and moans as he loved her.

After licking her clean, he moved to her clit. The sensitive bundle of nerves quivered and he sucked it into his mouth. Kelsey moaned and bucked as he drew on her clit. Sliding two fingers into her sheath, he could feel how close she was when her inner muscles fluttered aroung his digits.

He continued his ministrations to her clit while he plundered her pussy with his fingers. In less than a minute, Kelsey screamed his name and convulsed around him. Pride that he could bring his girl such pleasure warred with his own needs.

Whipping his trunks down, he grabbed a condom from the tote bag next to their towel. Once covered, he lifted her hips and plunged into her wet warmth. The remains of her orgasm still pulsed around him and he groaned. She always felt so good. Like coming home.

After a small pause, he withdrew and drove into her again. Kelsey wrapped her legs around his hips and met him halfway. His own climax was so close, he could feel the telltale tingling at the base of his spine.

He set a hurried pace, thrusting into her again and again and again. Her pussy clenched around him and he could feel Kelsey on the edge once more.

"Touch yourself. Make yourself come with me."

He watched through lowered lids as she licked her middle finger and unerringly found her clit. Rubbing in a circular motion, she increased the pressure until he could feel her sheath pulsing around him.

Knowing she was so close, watching her touch herself, it was too much for him. Gripping her ass, he lifted her higher, changing the angle. From the groan that escaped her, he knew Kelsey approved.

Plowing into her, he went harder, faster, deeper. Fire shot from his balls, up and out his dick just as Kelsey came again. Her inner muscles worked his cock, milking him dry as euphoria threatened to overwhelm him.

They lay there for several moments, wrapped in each other's arms. Finally, when he could move, he raised his head and rolled to her side.

Movement to their right caught his eye and he watched as the man sitting several yards away finished masturbating, coming into his t-shirt. Max laughed as the man saluted him.

"What's so funny?" Kelsey turned her sleepy gaze to him.

"Looks like we provided entertainment for the Decadent crowd again."

She giggled. "Maybe we should start charging admission."

Tucking her into his arms, he pulled her tight and closed his eyes, thanking God again for her. "I'm just glad you don't mind. I can't seem to control myself around you."

She sighed and hugged him back. "Once you touch me, nothing and no one exists for me. You make me feel beautiful and sexy. And I've discovered I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, so it's all good."

He laughed as they held each other in the sunshine. Yeah, it was all good.

****

Please return on December 28^th for the next rendezvous by Scarlett.

~~Scarlett Jameson~~
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Partner Swap

Content Advisory: m/f sex

What was she doing here? Lacey glanced across the room where Sam stood talking with a tall, willowy brunette. He leaned in close to her and whispered something in her ear. They both turned to look at her before going back to their conversation.

Lacey grabbed her drink from the table in front of her and downed it all in one gulp. Wasn’t it enough that she agreed to come to this place with her boyfriend of four months? Did they really need to introduce someone new to their bed? Or someones?

Sam brushed his knuckles up and down the brunette’s bare arm and the woman laughed, leaned into him, kissed him.

A pang shot through her chest, compressing her lungs like a vise until it hurt to draw a breath. The old insecurities surfaced the second Sam suggested a partner swap. Was she not good enough? Why did he need more? Could she handle seeing him with another?

Sam grabbed the brunette’s hand and the two made their way over to her. Lacey chugged the remainder of her drink. Her boyfriend wanted this. If she said no, she could lose him. If she went through with this, she could still lose him. Did she really even have him if their relationship depended on this?

The beautiful woman in red leather was everything she wasn’t – confident, sexy, willing to play games. With a deep-seated certainty that tonight was the end of her relationship with Sam, Lacey pasted a fake smile on her face as the two approached.

“Lacey, meet Sadira. Sadira, Lacey.”

Great, she even had an exotic name.

Sadira reached out to hug her. “I’m honored you chose me to join you.”

Join us? Oh, hell no. If this was going to happen, she was getting hers, too.

“Nice to meet you, Sadira. Where’s your partner?”

Confusion flashed across the beautiful woman’s face as guilt camped out on Sam’s.

“Well, um, Lacey—”

Lacey interrupted his stuttered explanation. “No, Sam. No offense to you, Sadira, but we agreed to a partner swap, not a threesome.”

His mouth opening and closing, Sam looked like a fish as he tried to salvage his little fantasy, but Sadira, confusion gone, spoke first.

“Of course. I don’t have a partner, but I do have a very good friend I could invite. He’s very good-looking and I trust him. In fact, you are exactly his type. Shall I call him?”

Disgust at the relief flooding Sam’s features at the save gave Lacey the courage to say yes. If this was the death-knell for them, at least she could go out with a bang. Hopefully a big one.

Sitting up straight and squaring her shoulders, Lacey turned her back on her former boyfriend and nodded. “I’d like to meet him. If I feel comfortable and he’s willing, we can go from there.”

Sadira clapped her hands. “Perfect. Excuse me a moment.”

As the woman stepped away, already punching numbers in her cell, Sam whirled on her.

“What do you think you’re doing, Lace?” A muscle ticked at his temple, a sure sign of his anger.

Too bad.

“What we agreed to, Sam. You said partner swap, not a threesome with another woman. How like you to ensure your pleasure without thought to mine. Typical. I don’t know why I expected anything else.”
“What?” Shock quickly replaced the anger.

Feeling empowered, she continued. “That’s right. You suck in bed. For the record, after tonight, don’t bother calling me. I’m through with you, you selfish bastard.”

Sadira stepped between them at that moment. “My friend will join us shortly. Let’s dance while we wait.”

“You and Sam go ahead. I’ll wait here.”

“Are you sure?” The brunette cast a worried gaze toward Sam, who was already pulling her to the dance floor.

“Absolutely.”

Seems Sam was already moving on. Fine with her. Lacey flagged down a waitress and ordered another drink. Now that she had told him they were over, a weight had lifted off her chest. A one-woman man, she’d been coerced into something she hadn’t felt comfortable with.

Now, she could enjoy herself with worry or regret.

Two more drinks later, a guy approached Sadira on the dance floor. After a quick hug, she led both men to the table. Assuming this was the friend Sadira called, Lacey checked him out.

His blond hair was military-short and directed attention to the masculine planes of his face. Strong cheekbones and a square chin sent her pulse skyrocketing, but the dimple that peeked out when he smiled started the juices running in her panties. Broad shoulders tapered down to slim hips and the athletic way he moved through the crowd promised a tight ass.

Oh yeah. She could definitely get into him. Next to him, Sam looked like the weasel he was. This was real man and the confident way he held himself, combined with the panty-dropping good looks had her squirming in her seat.

As they approached the table, the mystery man’s smile grew. Hmm, maybe Sadira was right and she was his type. Who knew that Mr. Macho would like a woman with more curves than society said was beautiful?

“Lacey, this is the friend I told you about. Brett, say hi to Lacey.”

Brett rounded the table and lifted her hand. “My pleasure, Lacey.” The touch of his firm lips against her knuckles sent a shaft of electricity straight to her clit.

“I have a feeling it will be my pleasure.”

His dimple deepened as their gazes met and held.

“So, are we good to go?” Sam’s annoying voice broke through the spell between them.

Irritation flashed across Brett’s face as he faced Sam.

“I know she’s a little thick, but are you willing to fuck her?”

Heat swept up her face as mortification set in. Sadira gasped at Sam’s cruel words and Brett’s irritation turned to anger if the clenching fists were any indication.

“That’s no way to talk about a lady. She’s a beautiful woman and you’re a fool if you can’t see that.”

Brett coming to her defense and sticking up for her turned her on even more, despite Sam’s nastiness.

“Whatever, dude. Ready, Sadira?”

Oblivious to the disgust on the brunette’s face, Sam held his hand out to her. When she didn’t take it, he finally looked at her.

“What’s wrong?”

“You say those things about your girlfriend and then expect me to go with you?”

“She’s not my girlfriend anymore. She broke up with me before we went on the dance floor.”

Sadira nodded at Lacey. “Good for you.” She turned back to Sam. “You think that makes it okay? I don’t spend time with men who disrespect women.”

The brunette sashayed back to the dance floor. Sam turned his angry gaze on Lacey.

“See what you’ve done? I should have unloaded you long ago.”

Brett got between them as Sam advanced on her. “I suggest you go cool off.”

As Sam eyed Brett, Lacey could tell when the light bulb came on and Sam realized he was outmatched. With a disgusted snort, Sam turned away and cut through the crowd to the bar. Probably to find another partner for the night.

Brett sat on the other stool and took her hand. “You know he’s a dick, right? You broke up with him so you must, but what he said was out of line. I meant it when I said you’re beautiful.”

The sincerity in his gaze and voice broke through her embarrassment. She smiled.

“Thanks. I appreciate it.”

He grinned at her for a moment and then sobered. “So far, I like what I see in you, but I have to be honest, I don’t like to share my partners.”

The last bit of trepidation lifted and she laughed. “Good, because I don’t like it, either. That was all Sam.”

“Figures. Idiot didn’t know what he had.”

The four drinks she’d consumed in short period of time combined with a hot guy rubbing circles on her hand got her juices flowing again. After all the build-up and the sudden free feeling rushing through her, she wanted this man. Tonight. Now.

“Want to go up to my room?”

“Are you asking because you want me or because you want to get back at him?”

Wow, a man that thought with more than his little head. As she wondered how to convince him, a wicked idea popped into her head and she had enough alcohol to lower her inhibitions to carry it out.

With slow, deliberate motions, she propped her heel on the rungs of his stool, widening her legs. As her skirt rode up her thighs, she ran her hand along the soft skin there. Brett’s eyes tracked the motion until her fingers slid up to her panties.

She plunged her first two fingers into her channel, her moisture easing the entry. Withdrawing, she pulled her hand out and held her offering out to him. Gazes locked, he leaned forward and sucked the fingers into his mouth.

His velvety tongue caressed her skin and he sucked on the digits, each pull garnering an answering tug in her clit. As he finished his treat, she tossed back her hair. The heat in his eyes gave her the confidence to continue with her invitation.

“What do you think?”

“I think you taste like heaven and I can’t wait for more. Let’s go.”

Hand in hand, they made their way back to her room. As she flipped the security lock in place, his arms encircled her and he nuzzled her neck. The scrape of stubble along with the wet slide of his tongue just behind her ear sent a wave of arousal through her. Knees buckling, she sagged against the door. He palmed her breasts and kneaded them. Her nipples tingled with desire and she tried to move them into his grasp. He stopped, sliding his hands to her waist.

“No. My way.”

At her nod, he returned to her aching mounds. She gasped for breath as he finally scraped a fingernail over one taut nub. More, more, more.

She didn’t realize she’d said it out loud until he answered her. “You’ll get more, baby. I promise.”
Letting go of her sensitive breasts, he worked the fastenings on her dress until it hung open. With a sweep of his hands, the silky garment fell at her feet, leaving her in thong panties and heels.

Brett placed her hands on the door. “Leave them.”

Taking her silence as agreement, he turned his attention back to her breasts. This time, he zeroed in on her hard nipples, pulling and rolling them between his finger and thumb. Each movement sent a shaft of fire from her nipples straight to her pussy.

Lacey moaned and dropped her head back on his shoulder, making sure to leave her hands on the door in front of her. “Yes. Oh my God, yes.”

Commanding control over their love play, mouth nibbling her neck, hands paying homage to her nipples, and a huge cock pressing into her backside, Brett overwhelmed all of her senses. He slid one hand down to her mound, slipping beneath her thong. Pinching her clit, he sent her body into a sudden, unexpected orgasm.

She screamed as electric shocks buzzed along her nerve endings, radiating from her clit to the rest of her body. Behind her, she could hear the metal slide of Brett’s zipper and whimpered when he shoved her thong aside. He pushed down on her back until she bent forward and with one plunge, seated his hard cock inside her.

Her sheath welcomed him, moist from her climax, but snug enough that they both groaned. He filled her fuller than she’d ever been before and touched every sensitive spot inside her. Pushing back toward him, she silently begged for more.

With a quick kiss on her spine, he withdrew and drove forward again. And again. And again. With each lunge, he hit her g-spot, sending fireworks shot throughout her body. His firm grip on her hips seemed at odds with the tender touches he’d placed on her cheek, her hand, her shoulders, yet the combination sent her senses reeling.

“Harder. I need…more.” She could barely gasp out her request as the pleasure spiraled inside her, creating a coil of need in her stomach that tightened with each thrust.

In answer to her plea, he increased the rhythm, pounding hard and fast, exactly what she wanted. No, needed.

The coil tightened further and further, on the edge of breaking, but still just out of reach.

“I…can’t….” She sobbed as her orgasm hovered near, but not close enough.

As if sensing her frustration, Brett slid one hand down to her mound. He rubbed her clit, flicked it a couple of times, rubbed some more. His ministrations raised her arousal another notch, but wasn’t enough…

With a quick pinch of the sensitive bundle of nerves, the coil broke. A flood of pleasure rushed through her, wave after wave of sensation threatened to drown her. Her knees buckled and Brett caught her, held her up, continued to plough into her.

And then he found his release. With a moan, he held himself still inside her as beads of sweat landed on her back.

After several minutes, Brett pulled out and helped her stand up straight. He led her to the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. Returning sans condom and with a wet washcloth, he wiped the moisture away before tossing it on the floor.

He joined her in the bed and pulled her into his arms. “That was incredible, baby. You’re incredible.”

Warmth filled her at his words. “You’re pretty incredible yourself.”

“You’re really done with the dick, right?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Good, because I want to see where this leads. If you’re interested.” Doubt filled his voice for the first time since she’d met him.

Lacey propped herself up on one elbow and looked down into his green eyes. “I’m definitely interested.”

Relief flooded his features and he smiled, pulling her back into his embrace.

She felt so good, on top of the world and laughed out loud.

“What’s so funny?”

“I told you it would be my pleasure.”

****

Please return on September 22nd for the next rendezvous by Scarlett.

~~Scarlett Jameson~~

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