by Diane Thorne
He let go of her hands and glided his fingers down her arms. The delicate touch gave her a chill. When he reached her tits, he groped them and prised his lips from her.
“Did I ever tell you how much I admire your breasts?”
She giggled. “You may have mentioned it a time or two.” He’d complimented them at least a dozen times during their time in London.
He thumbed her erect buds and zings of pleasure shot south. “Yes, I missed these.”
He latched onto one nipple while he fondled the other. Currents of need coursed through her, raising her temperature more and driving the anticipation. She lifted one hand and raked her fingers through his damp locks. She loved how he made her feel, adored his playfulness and his passion. She arched her back and he moved to the next tit. He treated it in kind, sucking and nibbling. Her wet pussy spasmed. It was if it too declared it needed attention. She pressed her feet to the bed and lifted her hips.
“Please, Phillip…”
He ceased torturing her girls. “Feeling a bit aroused?”
“As if you couldn’t tell.” She lowered her body back to the bed.
The corner of his mouth quirked. “I should investigate more.”
He moved his hand between her legs and smoothly inserted two digits. “Yes, just the way I remember.”
Her desire magnified, especially when he withdrew his fingers and dragged them over her clit.
“Time to show me how much you missed tasting—”
He cut off her words with a kiss. “My pleasure.”
He knelt on the floor and placed his palms on her thighs. Warmth from his touch spread fast to her apex. He planted kisses on her leg while he headed toward her pussy. When he reached it, he buried his face into her.
Gwen gasped as he massaged her nub with his tongue. Molten hot desire swam through her and consumed her every thought. She was lost in lust. She yearned for the release he could give her. He lapped her clit then sucked it. She screamed from the torture and gripped the cover on the bed.
“More, Phillip. More.”
He slipped his tongue inside her and pinched her swollen bud.
“Fuck me,” she said as the electrified current of pleasure rushed through her.
He did as she’d said, fucking her with his tongue while tweaking her clit. She curled her toes and tightened her grasp of the blanket. The tension in her body was nearing the max. He dragged his tongue up her slit and thrust three fingers inside her. She gasped louder as he pumped them in and out. When he started sucking on the ever so sensitive spot, her orgasm came fast.
“Yes. Phillip. Yes…” she said as her inner walls contracted.
Calmness flowed to every muscle and nerve in her body, ending all her strain. She floated in blissful waves, enjoying the tranquility of her orgasmic drug.
She took a deep breath then said, “You did miss me.”
Phillip stood. “Yes. I did.”
He slowly withdrew his fingers then dragged them over her clit. Her dying spasm pulsed from his touch.
“You have an amazing tongue, Phillip Connor.”
“Yes, and I have something else you like.” He took his erection into his hand and directed it toward her.
She grinned at him.
He sucked on two of the digits he’d had inside her. “Mm…you taste divine.”
“I’m sweet and salty. The best snack ever.” She raised her arms above, then under her head.
“That you are. And now I want to fuck you and feel you come again. Do you have a condom?”
“Bathroom drawer. First one on the left.”
“Scoot up. I’ll be back.”
As he headed for the bathroom, Gwen crawled backwards to the center of the mattress. In little time, Phillip strolled into the bedroom rolling the latex over his length. He’d finished covering his shaft by the time he reached the bed.
“Ready to scream again for me?” he asked as he approached on his hands and knees, looking similar to a starving lion as he crawled on the bed.
“For you, I’m always ready.”
He stopped between her legs. He lifted one at time and put it over each of his shoulders. “What time do you have to go to work in the morning?”
“I leave at six forty-five to be there for seven thirty.”
He grinned widely as he leaned over her and positioned his dick at her entrance. “That gives us plenty of time.”
Slowly, he pushed inside her slick pussy. He closed his eyes briefly as he drove deeper. “This is the best feeling in the world. Well, second best. Feeling your muscles squeeze me is the first.”
She agreed with him for the most part. The fullness he gave her was one she could enjoy every night. But the beat of his member when it was buried inside her was even more pleasurable.
Without warning, he pumped deeper into her pussy. He slid almost completely out then drove back inside her. Erotic zings rushed through her and spread to her breasts. He electrified her, charged her with a high voltage sexual desire as he propelled into her. She gasped as pleasure overwhelmed her. The heat from his body and friction of his movements warmed her. She burned inside and out, longing for him to bring her to another climax. Face strained, he ground inside her repeatedly. She clawed at his back and he groaned. He filled her the way she needed him to. Each time he hit her G-spot she thought she’d burst into flames. The rapid beat of her heart matched his. God, he was unrelenting in his endeavor. Anticipation reached as high as it could go and her body responded. Her orgasm came and a flood of ecstasy rushed through her.
“Fuck, Gwen. Oh, fuck.” He pressed his mouth to hers and after a few more invigorating thrusts into her, the thick rod inside her began pulsing.
He tore his mouth away and collapsed on top of her. His hot breath brushed over her neck while they lay peacefully, basking in their spasms. Slowly, he lowered her legs from his shoulders. She refused to let him go and locked her ankles above him, keeping him to her body.
He lifted his head. Perspiration coated his forehead. She threaded her fingers through his dark hair and pushed the strands away from his face.
“That felt too good,” he said.
“Too good? So we’re done.”
“Hell no. I plan to take you from behind after you ride me like a wild cowgirl.”
She chuckled. He kissed her lips.
“Ride me, woman. Ride me like you did in London.”
“Are you sure you’re up to it?”
He covered her mouth and stroked her tongue. The tendrils of desire danced within her anew. Between her legs, his erection twitched.
“I assure you, I’m up for the ride,” he said.
When he wrapped his arms around her and rolled, taking her with him, she decided to give him what he wanted. Maybe she’d have him for one night. Maybe she’d have him for a few days. In either case, she’d enjoy every minute of his company.
Chapter Four
The buzz buzz from the clock on the nightstand next to the bed woke Gwen from her sleep. She was lying on her stomach, face sideways and with a very warm body covering her backside. She opened her eyes and saw the light from the alarm flashing. Sighing, she lifted her head, and Phillip stirred. She wiggled from underneath him and reached for the clock.
“What time is it?” he asked.
“Six.” She rolled over onto her back.
He nestled his face near her neck and placed his body halfway over hers, leaving one of her legs free. “It’s too early.” He covered one of her breasts with his hand.
“I have to get ready to go to work.”
“Call in sick.” He squeezed her tit and planted a kiss on her shoulder.
His tempting request brought a smile to her face. The heat from his body, his touch, his gentle kiss and the growing shaft rubbing against her thigh were difficult to ignore. But she had to. She’d returned from a five-week vacation. Her boss would not be happy if she called in sick so soon.
She ran her fingers through his locks. “I can’t. I hav
e to go to work.”
He groaned then pinched her nipple. “Can I persuade you to stay?”
The zing of pleasure branched through her. Damn him for taunting her. “You can try to convince me to remain in bed with you, but your efforts will be futile. I have to go.”
He gazed into her eyes and grinned slyly as he slid his hand down her body to her mound. “Are you sure my efforts won’t work?”
He dipped several digits into her slit and massaged her. Gwen arched her back and spread her free leg. Her longing for more of his loving care increased with each stroke. He inserted his fingers and thumbed her clit, cranking up her desire even more.
“How am I doing now?” he asked.
She bit her lip while she rocked her hips toward his hand. “Good try. Very good. Keep it up.”
“Can’t you tell? It is up.”
She mentally laughed. His cock was indeed rigid against her leg.
“Maybe you should use it to try and convince me,” she said.
“Maybe I will.”
He slowly withdrew his fingers then crawled to the nightstand on the other side of the bed. He snatched one of the condoms from the pile and tore the package. As quickly as he could, he rolled it over his member.
“I may need to get some more of those soon, especially if you’re going to be here a few days,” Gwen said as he positioned his body between her wide legs.
“I have extras in my bag.”
“You came prepared.”
“Of course.”
He grinned then sank his erection inside her slick pussy. The feel of him sliding inside her was one she’d always savor. He filled her with lust and passion, made her burn with desire and want to melt. She moved her body to meet his as he drove into her again and again. Heat rushed through her as anticipation built. He licked her neck and nipped it. The soft bite shot an erotic tingle to her breasts. She clawed at his ass and arched her back, brushing her aching nipples along his chest. He ground deeper inside her. Fuck, he felt good buried in her. She skirted on the edge of her release. The hits on her G-spot were driving her insane with need. She moaned and he pumped harder.
“Fuck me. Yes,” she said.
Phillip pushed his body up. His palms were flat on the bed. “Come for me.”
The muscles in his arms strained while he thrust his cock inside her. In a matter of seconds, she reached her climax and the ripples of ecstasy started passing through her.
“I love to feel you come,” he said.
He continued driving into her. Veins in his arms stood out, strained by the tension in his body. He pressed his lips together and groaned. Within seconds, his dick throbbed inside her. He filled her a few more times before he stopped and rested on top of her body, his face in the crevice of her neck.
He sighed deeply. “I love morning sex.”
She chuckled. “It certainly starts the day off right.”
He lifted his head. “Did I convince you to call in?”
Gwen took a deep breath. “While I thoroughly enjoyed your efforts, I’m afraid I must still go to work.”
He shook his head and grumbled. “I tried.”
“You tried very well, and I thank you.”
“Thank me by staying with me.”
She laughed. The man wouldn’t stop in his quest. She placed her palm on his cheek and his slight bit of stubble tickled her. “I wish I had your job flexibility, but I don’t.”
She gave him a kiss on his lips.
“Thank me later at least?”
“Gladly.”
He withdrew his now calm erection and rolled onto his back.
Gwen scooted off the bed. “Make yourself at home. I have a spare key in the kitchen drawer closet to the refrigerator.”
“What time will you be home?”
“I should be here by five.” She headed for the bathroom.
“You’re going to make me wait all day to have sex with you again?”
She stopped at the doorframe and twisted to face him. “Just visualize me riding you like I did last night.”
“You’re such a tease.” The smile on his face revealed his mood.
She lifted a shoulder. “A woman’s got to have some fun with men.” She heard him laughing as she disappeared into the bathroom.
Gwen emptied her bladder then hopped into the shower. As she washed her hair, she heard movements on the other side of the curtain. First, the toilet flushed. Then, she heard water splashing in the sink. She hurried, cleansing her body since she had no idea what the time was. She didn’t want to be too late for work.
Phillip stepped into the tub as she tilted her head under the spray one last time. His smile warmed her and made her heart flutter. And surveying his naked body hardened her nipples and roused her carnal appetite. She wanted him, every inch and kissable piece of his body. But she had to get to work.
“Mind if I join you?” he asked, drawing close to her.
“Sadly, I have to go. You can have the shower.”
He enclosed her in his arms. When her body met with his the desire to stay with him grew strong. As did his shaft touching her belly.
“Can I have you in the shower?” he asked.
“You can have me in the shower, in the bed, on the sofa, or against the wall. You can have me anywhere. You just have to wait until later to have me.”
He chuckled. “A new version of a Dr Seuss book. I like it, except for the waiting part.”
“I need to work on making it rhyme too.”
“It was a very good start.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers.
She accepted his kiss but kept it short. “I need to get going.” She tried to wiggle free from his hold.
“And I need you.”
“You can. Later.” She placed her palm on his cheek and met his mouth with hers. “I promise.”
He groaned as he slackened his arms. Gwen took advantage of her freedom before he decided to stop her again. She pushed aside the curtain and exited the shower. While he remained under the spray, she dried her body and dressed in bikini panties and bra.
By the time he exited the bath, she’d started drying her hair. She tried not to stare at his groin as he patted the towel over his body, but she couldn’t help looking.
“There’s plenty of food in the pantry and in the fridge if you’re hungry,” she said loudly as her locks blew away from the heated dryer in her hand.
“I’m hungry for you,” he said.
She shook her head and mouthed the word ‘later’.
He wrapped the towel around his waist then headed toward her. As he passed, he smacked her ass. Tingles spread across her butt cheek. She twisted to find he’d already vanished from the bathroom. Sneaky bastard.
Gwen finished styling her locks then applied a touch of makeup to her face. She strode from the bathroom and Phillip was not in sight. She checked the time. Although she was running late, she could still make it into work on time if she skipped eating breakfast. She dressed in a knee-length, black skirt with a slit on the side and a short-sleeved white blouse with a cami underneath. After a last check in the mirror, she grabbed her shoes from the closet then headed downstairs.
The aroma of coffee and toast drifted through the air. The scent enticed Gwen and made her stomach gurgle. She entered the kitchen and found Phillip plucking the bread from the toaster. He placed the two slices on a small dish.
He glanced over his shoulder. “I fixed a cup for you. It’s on the counter. I remember how you like it.”
“You’re so sweet.” She walked around the center island and discovered the cup of java waiting for her.
With only the towel covering his groin and thighs, he headed toward her with the plate of toast. “Do you want butter or jelly?”
She took a big drink of coffee then lowered the mug. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll have to eat in the car. If I want to leave work on time and make it back to your loving arms, I need to leave now.”
“I have more than loving ar
ms waiting for you.”
“Yes, and I want it all, but I must leave now so we can both have what we want.” She gulped more coffee.
“Then be off with you, my horny woman. Return to me so I can ravage you again.”
She set her nearly empty cup on the counter. As she took the dish from his hand, he gave her a kiss.
“Thank you. Call me later if you’d like.” She snatched her purse and keys from the counter.
“Have fun at work,” Phillip said.
She blew a kiss to him before she left.
Traffic was worse than normal since she’d left later. Cars crawled along the interstate. The slow rate of speed granted Gwen time to chew on her toast. The food put an end to the grumbling in her belly.
She made it into work only a few minutes late. Striding to her desk, she decided to make up the time during lunch. Then she recalled she was meeting Travis. She’d have to stay a few minutes after work to cover the lost time. She doubted the extra minutes would delay her too much from arriving home to Phillip by five.
Gwen sat at her desk and worked through a few hours with little interruption. Around ten, an email popped on her screen from Travis. He’d asked to meet her for lunch at eleven-thirty. She responded with her acceptance then continued working.
“Hey,” Melanie said as she entered Gwen’s cube. “When are you going to lunch with Travis?”
Gwen peered up from the file she was reviewing and checked the clock on her monitor. Her eyes widened when she noticed the hour. “In a few minutes. I’m glad you dropped by. I’ve been so busy I haven’t paid attention to the time.” She closed the file on her desk.
“That’s what happens when you take long vacations. You come back to piles of work and forget about meetings.”
“No kidding. I almost don’t want to take any vacations again. Scratch that. I’ll take a vacation but I won’t want to return to work.” Gwen opened her drawer under her desk and withdrew her purse.
“I opt for the not returning option too.”
Gwen stood. “Yeah, but then who pays the bills?”
“Good point. I guess I’m stuck in the rat race.”
Gwen grinned. “I’m in it with you.”
