by Diane Thorne
She laid her cell on the counter and took another drink of wine. The chatter of voices drowned the soft jazz music that was playing. Most men and women were dressed in business attire. Men wore suits and ties while women donned skirts and dressy blouses. Gwen fit right in with her knee-length skirt and pressed top. The clean clothes were the same ones she’d worn when she’d met Phillip on the plane. Since this was their last night together, she wanted it to be similar to the first. And as a special treat, she’d put on the red lace underwear that had spilled near Phillip’s feet on the plane. She felt certain he’d enjoy her wearing them for him.
The vibration of her phone on the counter called to her. She set her glass down and tapped the screen to read the communication.
3105496527: Then I’m your man.
Better hurry, she replied.
“Mind if I sit here?”
Gwen turned and found a man with brown hair, standing next to the stool at her side. He was dressed in business clothes like everyone one else and had his hand on the seat.
“Not at all,” she said.
“Thank you.” He smiled as he sat. Within seconds, a bartender stood in front of him. The stranger gave his drink order, then faced Gwen. “Are you here for business?”
“No. I’m visiting.”
“You’re American.” He dug inside his suit jacket and withdrew his wallet.
“Yes.”
The bartender set a glass of liquor on the counter as the patron at her side handed his credit card to him. The bartender took it and disappeared.
“How long are you visiting?” the fellow next to her asked.
“This is my last night. I’m here with someone.”
Although the gentleman appeared well groomed, polite, handsome and yeah, someone she’d date, she didn’t want him to think she was available.
He lifted his glass in a toast to her. “Enjoy your evening.”
“Am I too late?”
Gwen heard Phillip’s voice and spun to face him. She couldn’t stop the wide smile forming on her face. He wore a black button-down tucked inside grey pants. His blue eyes gleamed as she stared into them.
“Not at all,” she said as she stood. “That was fast.”
“The meeting finished early. I was already cleaned up when I sent you the message.” His gaze travelled down her body.
Gwen bit her lip. Her insides quickly heated from his presence and the way he surveyed her.
She took a step towards him. “I wanted our last night to seem like our first.”
The corner of his lips curved. “I like the way you think.”
She moved closer. “And I’m wearing something red. Something you said you’d remove with your teeth.”
He stepped to her side and slid his arm around her waist. Leaning towards her ear, he said, “Your lollipop is ready.”
Her heart accelerated as he escorted her towards the exit. He kept his arm wrapped around her and his body close. She smelt the soft scent of his musky perfume and tingles of desire coursed through her. He wanted her. She wanted him. Nothing else mattered.
They left the bar and headed for the elevators, her shoes clacking on the hard wood floor. Men and women with luggage stood at the check-in desk while a few others sat in the waiting area. Phillip slid his hand lower and came to rest over her ass. The strings of need playing music within her grew livelier. When they reached the elevators, he leant forward and hit the call button.
“I hope I’m not interrupting any plans you had for this evening,” she said.
He met her gaze. “My plans were for us to have dinner and spend the rest of the night having sex. I’m going to eat you, after you suck on your lollipop, then fuck you. There’s no interruption.”
Gwen’s pulse quickened. Had she heard him right? Of course she had, and she liked it. His playful nature always excited her.
The ding of the elevator distracted them. The doors parted and she followed Phillip inside. She leaned against the back wall while he withdrew his key card from his pocket and flashed it in front of the card reader. He pressed the button for his floor, then the doors closed.
Phillip twisted to face her. His wicked smile was one she’d seen before. “Do you know how incredibly sexy you are?” He came to stand inches in front of her.
She swallowed. “I look like all the other women in the bar.”
He placed his palms on her cheeks. “You’re glowing with beauty. You’re a woman with a gorgeous smile, one that is genuine. And you have an incredible body with all the right curves. Any man can take one look and see you are a slice of heaven.”
She licked her lips while her heart pounded. His hands were so warm and his words made her feel attractive—made her confident. She was a free woman ready to experience life’s pleasures.
“Kiss me,” she said.
He covered her mouth and kissed her like he had so many times before. His warm breath brushed over her as he caressed her tongue with his. Gwen’s body hungered for him. Her nipples hardened and need coiled below her navel. His erection pressed against her belly. The lollipop he wanted her to suck was indeed hard. She wedged her hand between their bodies and placed her palm over the lump in his pants. He deepened the kiss and slid one hand down to claim a breast. Desire pulsed in her veins and heart as he squeezed her tit. She wanted him to rip her panties and fuck her right then and there. Why not?
She unbuttoned his trousers, but the ding of the elevator quickly ended her plans. Phillip stepped back and reluctantly prised his lips away. “We’re not done.”
The doors slid open behind him.
“I hope not.”
Smiling, he took her hand and led her from the elevator. They walked down a dark green hall, rounded a corner and continued until they reached his room. With a flash of his key card over the scanner near the handle, the door beeped. Phillip pushed the door open and pulled her inside his suite.
The large room looked exactly the way it had when she’d last seen it. A large window with curtains hanging on the sides showed a picturesque view of London. Bold colours, fancy artwork and tapestries, and antique furniture gave the room a warm, cosy feeling. Still clasping Phillip’s hand, she followed him into the bedroom. He stopped at the end of the bed, near the centre, and sat. She stood between his legs and immediately he went to work on unbuttoning her blouse.
“I’m going to miss you, Gwen.”
She stood in front of him and ran her fingers through his dark, wavy locks. The right words to say were absent in her thoughts. The fling they shared was nothing more. He had his busy life and she had hers. Although she immensely enjoyed his company, and the sex, she doubted she could have a solid relationship with him. She savoured her independence and wanted to keep it. But if she ran into him again someday, she’d gladly join him in a little playful sex.
“Maybe we’ll bump into each other again sometime,” she said as he lifted her top from her skirt and slid the blouse from her arms. The shirt fell to the floor.
He reached around her body and unclasped her bra. “I hope so. I’d love to bump into you again, literally. With my cock.” He pushed the straps from her shoulders and let the bra drop. Not even a second later, he latched onto one of her nipples and covered her other breast with his hand.
Strong need raced through Gwen as he sucked on one of her tits and squeezed the other. He pinched the perky bud between his fingers, sending more erotic zings scurrying through her. Moisture dampened her panties. After he’d made her one nipple achingly hard, he switched to the other and treated it in kind.
Fuck! She was going to miss his passion.
Need burned inside her. She wanted his rigid member inside her, filling her and making her pulse in ecstasy. But first she’d promised a blow job.
Gwen took a step back and he released his mouth from her breast. “You have a lollipop for me.”
The naughty grin returned to his face. “I do.” He stood, unzipped his trousers and stepped out of his shoes. “You like hard candy. Right?” He push
ed his slacks and boxers until they pooled at his feet.
She nodded. “Very hard.” When she looked down and found the stiff shaft jutting out, her eyes widened.
Phillip sat on the bed with his legs spread. He unbuttoned his shirt. “I can’t wait to feel those lips wrapped around me.”
Gwen slipped off her shoes before kneeling before him. She wrapped her fingers around his length and marvelled at its thickness. A bead of cum waited for her on the bulbous head. She licked it, then glanced at him.
He stared at her with his brilliant blue eyes. “Don’t worry. I have plenty for you.”
She gave him a smile before she rolled her tongue from the base of his penis to the top. He sucked in a breath and slowly let it out while she kissed his member. Gently, she licked it up and down. The solid rod in her hand stimulated her as she thought about it buried between her legs. She yearned for him to do just that. Without waiting any longer, she slid him between her lips.
Phillip moaned as his shaft slid over her tongue and deep into her mouth. She stroked him tenderly at first, but steadily increased her movements. Her saliva coated him and gathered in the dark hair at the base of his cock. His body became tense and he placed a hand in her hair. As she bobbed up and down, taking him in and out, he held her firmly in place.
“Fuck me, that feels good,” he said.
She sucked on his member and slid her tongue underneath it. He groaned and pressed his fingertips on her head. His body stiffened more as she endeavoured to bring him the release he longed for. Then finally, warm fluid spilt down the back of her throat and a strong pulse beat against her tongue. Slowly, the tension in his body drifted.
Gwen carefully withdrew him from her mouth. A throb hit her tongue one last time before she’d completely removed him.
“I’m ready for my dessert now,” he said as she stood.
She couldn’t help but smile. Men and their voracious need for sex never ceased to amaze her.
“Back up for me, please.” He slid his shirt off.
She stepped back until she’d reached the dresser. A wide, flat-screen television hung on the wall behind her. Phillip walked towards her, then dropped to his knees.
“I never tire of eating you,” he said as he reached around to the back of her skirt.
“Trust me, I enjoy it as much as you do.”
The dirty little grin appeared as he unzipped her skirt. The garment loosened around her waist and hips. He tugged the cloth until it fell down her legs.
“Damn, those look good on you,” he said as she stepped out of the skirt and kicked it aside.
“They’re one of my favourites.”
“And now they’re mine.”
He gripped her hips and planted delicate kisses near her navel. His warm breath brushed over her skin, arousing and tickling her. Before she’d realised it, he’d claimed hold of the lace part of her bikini with his teeth. Biting her lip, Gwen tried to stop from laughing as he slowly tugged the panties down. He let go of the underwear when they’d reached her kneecaps.
“Wow,” Gwen said with a slight chuckle.
“I’m a man of my words.”
“That you are.”
He kissed her mound and instantly desire stirred between her legs. She spread them wider, opening her outer lips to him and beckoning him to kiss her apex. He didn’t hesitate and pressed his mouth to her pussy. The brush of his tongue over her clit made her quiver. She braced her hands behind her on the dresser and leaned against it. Stroke after stroke sent her racing towards an orgasm.
“Don’t stop.”
He lifted one of her legs and put it over his shoulder. Gwen steadied herself against the piece of furniture to keep from falling. When he pushed his digits inside her, she remembered him treating her the same way in the bathroom of the airplane. It was a memory she’d never forget.
Thoughts of the wonderful moment quickly disappeared as Phillip slipped his fingers in and out while licking her sensitive clit over and over again. Her temperature spiked and need consumed her. She gasped, yearning for that sweet release. Her leg trembled, but she wouldn’t fall. She was too close to getting what she wanted. He massaged her with his tongue to the point she was ready to scream. And she nearly did when her orgasm came. Her walls contracted and tranquillity spread within her, clearing away all her built up tension.
Phillip held his digits inside her. “Every time I feel you come I just want to fuck you even harder.”
And every time he told her what he wanted to do, her hormones took over and she craved for him to follow through. He was a man of his words, after all.
“Fuck me, Phillip. Do it.”
He rose with a hungry gleam in his eyes.
“Hard and fast,” she said as he stood in front of her with his member jutting forward.
“Lay on the bed,” he said as he bent and grabbed his trousers. He dug into one of the pockets and retrieved a foil packet.
Eager to obey, she moved towards the bed. After two steps, she felt a smack on her ass. She stopped and looked back at him.
“You have a perfect ass. I can’t help it.” The devilish grin on his face said plenty. He tore the package, removed the condom and slid it over his dick.
Grinning, she proceeded to the bed. Another hit on her butt made her pause. Interestingly, the slaps revved her desire for him. She slowly crawled on the bed and intentionally stuck her ass in the air. He spanked her three times, each one creating a sting and an erotic need deep within her. She was hornier than ever and craved him to pound into her.
She turned to look at him. “I need you.”
He pressed his palm between her legs and slipped several digits inside her. “You’re soaking wet. I should’ve spanked you sooner.”
“Fuck me hard,” she said.
The bed moved slightly as he positioned himself between her legs. He gripped her hips, then shoved his erection inside her.
Gwen gasped as he filled her. He slid out, then thrust back inside her channel. Desire became a drug she had to have. It blazed through her body, making her ache and crave more. The promise of pleasure and ultimate satisfaction consumed her. She had to have it.
Phillip pounded into her again and again while she braced her clenched fists on the bed. He reached around and tweaked her clit. Sweet mother, she was ready to explode in bliss. He pumped his thick cock as deep as he could, hitting a spot that made her scream “Yes.” Over and over he filled her. She couldn’t last any longer, not in her state of excruciating need. Her release came and she screamed with joy.
“Oh, Gwen. Damn, that feels so good.” He continued sliding his thick shaft in and out of her.
Gwen’s walls spasmed with intense strength. The few other orgasms she’d had in her life didn’t compare. At the same time, a sense of calm rippled through her and quieted the raging hormones. She was in paradise. Utter paradise.
Not long after Gwen’s release, Phillip groaned loudly and his movements slowed. Another vibrant beat thrived within her channel.
Slowly, Gwen lowered to the bed. Her arms shook, but she felt incredibly happy and sated. And hungry for food.
Phillip lay on top of her with his cock still buried within her and pulsing. He kissed her shoulder. “You are an amazing woman. If you ever want a good shag, call me.”
She laughed. “Shag?”
“Well, we are in London.”
“I will definitely keep you in mind.”
“Did I mention I have a lot of money and can hop on planes fast?”
She lifted her head. “Thank you. For being so kind and…”
“You’re a good woman. If you need someone to make you happy more often, I’m glad to oblige.”
“I appreciate it. You’re a wonderful man.”
He kissed her lips. “You know, we still have several hours to kill before my flight leaves.”
She grinned. Could she spend the rest of the night having sex with him? After the orgasm he’d given her, she would certainly take all the ple
asure she could get.
“Okay, but we need to order some food first. I’m really hungry,” she said.
He kissed her back and carefully withdrew his length from her. “I’ll order something for us.”
She smiled as she watched him leave the room. The man had a handsome and strong body with a nice ass. Would she ever meet another man like him? She had doubts since she’d never met anyone like Phillip before. But her travels were just beginning and plenty of men walked the earth. She was free to explore and maybe, just maybe, she might meet another man who would treat her as kindly and was as built and good looking. But if she didn’t, well, she had Phillip’s number. She could call him after she returned home if she needed a good shag.
The thought made her silently chuckle. He truly was a good man with a warm heart. She wished him the best and hoped she might seem him again one day.
She lifted her head and looked at the clock on the nightstand. Phillip’s plane would leave at four-twenty and her plane would take off at one-twenty in the afternoon. In less than a day, she’d find herself in another country, discovering new sights and meeting new people. Excitement surged within her and accelerated her heart. She welcomed new adventures. She welcomed meeting more sexy and charming men. Ones she could add to her Diary.
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Destined for Love
Diane Thorne
Excerpt
Chapter One
Valerie stared at the lay-off notice in her hands. Her jaw hung low and tears swelled in her eyes. Her day had been a complete disaster since she’d left the apartment. A train had delayed her arrival at work because she’d had to wait at a railroad crossing for twenty minutes. A co-worker’s coffee had spilled on her beige slacks. She’d lost her last two dollars to the vending machine gremlin. Lastly, she’d fought computer issues all day long. Not a single good thing had occurred. She’d thought the worst had been over, but apparently not.
“Hey, Val, did you get the incentive…?” Terri’s bright and cheerful expression transformed to a grim one. “What’s wrong?”
