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• From Best Erotic Romance

  Kim lost track of where Terry’s hands were and where honey would next land on her body as he lifted her to sit on the counter, his tongue roving her breasts, her nipples, her neck, her throat, her stomach. She gasped when she felt the distinct sensation of the liquid dropping onto her lower belly and beginning to slide downward. Terry grasped her thighs and pushed them further apart as he hovered, waiting as the honey traveled down her skin. Kim’s breath was suspended, barely moving as her cunt pulsed, nothing but the anticipation of Terry’s mouth landing there holding any more of her attention. She glanced down to where the liquid shone like glass on her dark skin, moving like a melting glacier toward the heat that awaited it. The moment the cascade reached her clit, Terry dove. Kim inhaled sharply and dropped her head back, digging her fingers into her husband’s hair as he licked and sucked, thoroughly collecting all the honey from her clitoris. To her surprise, Kim felt a climax building as his tongue quivered against her. Orgasm had not usually happened so quickly for her, but now it felt imminent. Panting, she dropped back on her elbows. Just as the wave was about to come, Terry rose, scooping her off the counter and setting her onto the honey-dotted floor in one swift motion. Kim’s resistance to the messiness of the usually impeccable linoleum subsided as his mouth returned to her pussy. He grabbed her ankles and threw them over his shoulders as he squeezed at her tits, his tongue never ceasing its work. Heat roiled in her like water in a teakettle. When she reached the boiling point she screeched in kind, flailing wildly as the orgasm ravished her honey-drenched body. She rolled in the stickiness, in the utter and inexplicable surrender that made her not just ignore but revel in the messiness, the chaos, the letting go of something she hadn’t even known she was holding on to. Her body seemed to sink deeper into the puddles of honey beneath it as Terry’s hands gripped her thighs firmly, all traces of the amber liquid long gone from the surface of her clit, still covered by his mouth. She breathed heavily, opening her eyes, and looked up at her husband. The same embrace of chaos and disorder was reflected in his eyes as he looked back at her. Uncertainty. Messiness. Surrender. They were part of the recipe. Something had moved, and it went beyond what she had wanted Terry to understand a few hours before when she’d trotted purposefully downstairs in her short crimson robe. Because it had moved in her too. Like the alchemy in cooking, something had been created in the connection greater than and different from the components by themselves. The kitchen wasn’t clean. But it was what it needed to be to have created what was there.

• From Best Erotic Romance

  He kissed me, hard and probing, all his energy filling me. Without missing a beat, his face dropped down, sweeping kisses over my quivering hips, down to my open thighs. I felt his breath between my legs, his fingers caressing my lips, sweeping over me. He was just looking at me, taking me in while I was writhing, waiting for his mouth to touch me. I felt the tip of his tongue gently touch my clit, and I felt like my mind was going to come apart. His gentle sweeping strokes covered my pussy, teasing me until I was shaking and clawing at the sheets. The long fingers that I had fallen in love with so long ago were finally touching me, spreading me open, filling my tight pussy, pleasing me. The sensation was so intense, I didn’t know if I could handle much more. He kept slowly teasing me, tasting me, urging my desire forward, pushing me closer to the edge. His fingertip swirled the smallest circles over my clit. I gasped at his masterful touch, the pressure just enough to thrill me but not enough to make me come. His finger slid inside me, my walls gripping him, pulling him deeper into me. “God, I’ve missed you like this, Daisy. So much.” He stopped talking and went back to using all his weapons against me. I had taken as much as I could, and I wanted to give him something in return. I grabbed at him, pulling him up my body until we were again face to face. His kiss tasted like me, his lips hot with my wet pussy. It was amazing. “Me too, Blake. Me too.” I rolled him on to his back and straddled him quickly. I ran my hands over his chest, feeling every inch of tight muscle and the light smattering of hair that covered his chest. I ran my thumbs over his tight little nipples, smirking at the hitch it caused in his breath. I leaned down and kissed his chest, smelling him, tasting him with my tongue. Licking tiny flicks over his nipple, I grabbed it lightly with my teeth, and he put a hand to my head. I went about torturing his nipples a little longer, letting his moans make me even hotter. His flat stomach beckoned me, and I let myself slide down his body. Kissing his navel, I felt his hard cock resting right between my tits. I let it drag over my soft skin, feeling it pulse and shake at the contact. It jerked forward, trying to get my attention. I smiled up at him, his eyes glassy and fuzzy with need. Keeping his gaze on me, I let my tongue fall gently out of my mouth and let the smallest lick move across the head.

• From Best Erotic Romance

  He held it above me and I jolted, emitting a soundless squeal, as cold water dripped on to my naked breasts. “Don’t move,” he ordered. “Or I’ll tie you down. Keep perfectly still.” It was almost impossible not to squirm or shield my upper body as each drop fell delicately and with deadly impact onto my stiffening nipples or goosepimpling belly. I balled my hands into fists and tried to hold my breath—one thing I’m very good at—until he relented, poured some warmer water into the basin from a jug and loaded the sponge with soothing suds. They glided over my body, leaving their trail of foam, as Matthew washed me from my neck downward, moving the sponge with loving expertise between and beneath my breasts, round and round the elliptical mound of my abdomen and then onward. “Let’s get you nice and clean,” he said, under his breath as if talking to himself. “And ready. Ready for your treatment.” My pussy hardly needed the sponge to dampen it; his words and his calm, authoritative manner had already set the juices flowing. But he washed between my thighs diligently, moving the sponge closer and closer until it parted my lower lips, dabbing the foam on and around my clit, making it sting just a little bit. I sucked in air and jiggled my hips. “Oh dear. You moved. Legs wider, please, I think we’ll need a little more attention to this area.” I didn’t want more soap on my clit, but I did as I was told, somehow making it through the extra cruel ablutions, though I don’t think I managed to keep as still as he required me to. “I hope I don’t need to tell you,” he said, picking up a razor and beginning to scrape away the three-day growth of hair from my genital area, “that you are forbidden to strain your voice. Any crying out or making a sound will be punished.” I cursed my bedridden horniness. I might have known Matthew would be a terrible doctor. But despite my apprehension, my stomach was curling over and over inside, tautening into a knot of sheer lustful excitement. “Right,” he said briskly, discarding the razor. “On to your stomach.” This was always a dangerous position to be in if you were in Matthew’s vicinity, but I rolled over and presented him with my rear view. The warm soapy water spilled deliciously from my shoulder blades down into the hollow of my back, pooling in the crease of my buttocks. Matthew swabbed away at the cheeks he made such endless use of, wiping them clean and finishing with a deep cleansing sweep of the crack between. I heard the sponge splash back into the basin and then I blanched as Matthew’s fingers kept my bum cheeks spread. “Now, about that fever,” he murmured. “We need to make sure your temperature’s down before we go any further.”

• From Best Erotic Romance

  Her core clenched rhythmically, and the hard length of his fingers in there felt even better than before. “Oh, you’re good!” “I’ll have you know I take my research very seriously.” He got the comment out then groaned and peered down at her pussy as it clutched at him. “You’re amazing,” he added. Cassie rocked her hips, riding his fingers. What she really wanted was his cock, and she could tell by looking at him that he would be ready and willing. “Didn’t you say you had dessert?” “Yes, tropical fruit marinated in amaretto.” She purred aloud and gyrated, getting hornier by the moment. “Why don’t you feed it to me while you’re inside me...?” She let that suggestion hang between them. A moment later, understanding lit his expression. He removed his fingers, reached over to the fridge and pulled out a large, covered dish. As he did so Cassie caught sight of the bulge in his jeans. There was no doubting his state of readiness, and she quickly stripped her G-string off, ready—oh so ready—for more of everything. Samuel clutched the bowl in one hand, the other closing over her bared pussy. There was a possessive look in his eyes. He squeezed her, as if he was testing her for ripeness. Then he lifted a piece of juicy mango from the bowl and held it out to her mouth. She took the offering, licking his fingertips as she did so. He nodded, smiling. The texture and flavor was like a seductive dance on her tongue, the juicy fruit making her own juices flow all the more. “You make me feel greedy.” Samuel’s eyes had grown hooded, and the smile that played around his mouth made him even more attractive. “You make me feel lucky.” He was clutching the bowl as if he was afraid of what he might do if he let go of it. It made her chuckle. “Put the bowl down on the table, and give me something harder.” She nodded down at his groin. Samuel didn’t seem to need to assess the risk of this potential action. No sooner than he had put the bowl aside, his fly was open and his cock was standing out to attention, long and hard and impressive in its girth. Cassie rearranged herself on the chair, splaying her legs more thoroughly. She ran her fingers down her sex folds to hold them open, inviting him in. Samuel stared at the offering. He shoved his hand in his jeans pocket and pulled out a condom. He quickly tore it open and donned the rubber. Cassie’s knees lifted around his hips as he pressed the blunt head of his cock to her opening, making her moan aloud. He hesitated, and she encouraged him on, tapping his bottom with one of her heels. “Samuel, I need you, badly. You’ve teased and taunted me with your delicious cooking. You’ve got me in a terrible state.

• From Best Erotic Romance

  He tucked another finger, marveled as always at the tight, warm pull of her around him. His thumb found the small peak of her clit, circled it lightly until she released another sigh. He could smell her—the sweet arousal from between her legs, the clover crushed beneath her each time she raised and lowered her hips into his hand. “Please,” she said. Her voice was graveled and breath-broken. The one time she had no words, a moment he loved for, lived for. “You’re making me...mmm...wait...on purpose.” “I am,” he said, leaning down, his fingers still stroking inside her, his other hand pushing the top of her dress down to expose her breasts, taking one small nipple in his mouth, running his tongue in circles that echoed his thumb. “Dustan...” Her hands fumbled for his belt. He pulled away at first, content on her, but she kept at it and he let her. It took her two tries, but she finally unhooked the belt and jeans enough so that he could slide out of them. Maddy tried to sit up—she wanted to suck him, he could tell by the way she moved, by the way she reached for his cock—but he held her there, writhing in the clover. “Later,” he said. “I want to be in you.” She pouted so cute that he almost gave in, but he wanted to feel her warmth around him. Not the active heat of her mouth and tongue, but the way her body rose to his and surrounded him. He leaned back above her and stroked his cock, once, twice. Who cared if someone saw? That was something Maddy was teaching him every day. The only thing he cared about was the way her gaze followed his movements, the hungry look in her brown eyes, the way she kept saying Please, please, please , the sound a wind whisper of want. She lifted her hips to meet him and he slid into her, slow, teasing, loving the way her body arched, planting her feet to lift her hips and curl her spine upward. Slow, taking his time, watching her, one hand coming between them to tease her clit with each thrust. Her words totally gone now, just low, moaning breaths, both of her hands gripping his bare ass, pulling him in harder. Her desire made his flare, hot and thick, so that he wanted to plant her into the ground, to plow her under, to go with her into that place where they both bloomed and blossomed. He slowed his thrusting to lean down and kiss her, trailing his tongue over the edge of her lips and down the curve of her chin. He captured each nipple in turn, sucked hard between his slow strokes. She caught his head, pulled him up by the hair. “Stop, stop....stop teasing. Please.” Those big eyes, darker with heat, the way the small wrinkles of her forehead came together as she begged.

• From Best Erotic Romance

  All the reasons why I was crazy to consider it fell away as I ticked through them in my mind: He’s too young. He’ll be happy because I won’t have any expectations, I said to myself. Well, none beyond a really good time. I’m management and he’s a driver. Midnight had just ticked past, so not true anymore. We were both free agents. Both consenting adults. All he had to do was say yes. “You’ll never see him again,” I muttered under my breath as I rubbed my cold hands together. “If he turns you down, you won’t have to live with his smug smile.” I sucked in a deep fortifying breath, adjusted the neckline of the red Lycra top to show my breasts to their best advantage, and pushed through the glass door. His head turned at the sound, and then he straightened away from the counter and dropped his arms. “You cuttin’ my route, Angela?” I gave him a crooked smile. “Think I’d do that and ask you to wait for me here in the middle of the night?” His brows drew together, curiosity glinting in his gaze before it dropped to my boobs. I’d worn a bra that pretty much left everything sitting on a shelf. My nipples were outlined against the red, stretchy fabric of my top, the tips spiking because I’d given them a little tweak before I’d exited my car. His frown deepened. “What’s this all about, Angela?” I cleared my throat and tried for a sultry look. “I think you know.” He cocked his head and looked me up and down again. Slowly. “You don’t have to hijack a man’s keys to get his attention, sweetheart.” I planted my hands on my generous hips. “Apparently, I do, because you sure as shit haven’t followed through on any one of your invitations.” His lips twitched. “I thought you flirted like that with all the guys.” “You ever see me do it? Even once?” His jaw tightened. Fatigue showed in the shadows under his eyes. Stubble clung to his craggy cheeks. I felt a momentary twinge of guilt over the fact I was keeping him from his bed, but that was all I’d allow. He was young and hot as hell. If he needed sleep that damn bad, he could tell his latest squeeze to come around another time. Tonight, he was mine. “My keys weren’t in the lockbox. I know I left ’em there.” “You did indeed,” I said nodding. Then I looked him up and down, making sure he hadn’t mistaken my intent. “Fact is, I have an itch that needs scratchin’ and I’m hopin’ you’ll help me out.” I tried to exude more confidence than I felt, but I lost my nerve on the return trip up his hard body. I paused and swallowed hard, then gave a little cough to loosen the knot lodging at the back of my throat. When I reached his mouth, he was grinning. Shit.

• From Best Erotic Romance

  I repressed a whimper. A lubricated finger circled my quivering asshole, preparing it for the slow slide of the cold glass thermometer. “Most patients would have their temperatures taken with a digital ear thermometer,” explained Matthew, pushing it further in, inch by inch, and rotating it slowly inside my bum. “But not you. You’re different, Loveday. You need special treatment. It says so on your notes.” “Does it?” I whispered. “Yes, it does.” He held the thermometer fully in, his thumb and finger resting between my cheeks. “It says, ‘Patient needs firm handling at all times. Facilitate her swift recovery with frequent rectal examinations and strict discipline.’ The consultant seems very sure that this is what you need.” “Stupid consultant,” I whispered, just loud enough to be audible. “What was that?” Matthew withdrew the thermometer in one swift stroke, leaving my sphincter muscles trembling at the unexpected vacation. “I see from my thermometer that you are not too ill for a spanking, young lady. Disrespecting the consultant certainly merits one. In fact, I think he should be here to witness it...but I think he’s on another call. Never mind. You can imagine him here, and I’ll write up a report on your punishment for the notes, just so he knows.” I twisted my ankles and wrists, antsy and tense on my rubber sheet. I both dreaded and longed for the promised spanking, and I worked on my readiness for the first stroke, but instead he picked up the sponge again and wrung it out on my bottom so that the water flowed over the cheeks and down my hips, puddling on the sheet. When his hand fell, I nearly jumped up to my knees. I thought I knew the exact form and feel and weight and shape of his open palm, but this felt quite different, and it stung substantially more than I remembered. “Ha ha,” he chuckled delightedly. “That’s how it feels on a wet bottom. I’ve heard it’s more painful. So it’s true.” He continued to smack at my dripping bottom until it was dry—a long and intensive process throughout which it was impossible not to wriggle and kick and make pathetic squeaking noises. “There,” he said, rubbing the site of his evildoing. “A red, sore bottom is very good at aiding recovery for minxes like you. I think we’ll repeat that prescription thrice daily.” “Thrice?” I moaned. “But it hurts.” “The best medicines are hard to swallow,” lectured Matthew. “Speaking of which...but no. I can’t be sure the infection has cleared up yet. We’ll have to find another way of administering the dose.” “The dose?” I wanted to laugh. That was one way of putting it. If I panted, “Dose me up, doctor,” in the throes of orgasm, would that work for him? “The medicine you need,” he whispered, bending down to my ear. “The medicine you’re going to get.” “Can I ask for a second opinion?

• From Best Erotic Romance

  You know how long I’ve been out this time.” “I know. I arranged the schedule.” Still, he didn’t take the keys. I took a step toward him and had to tilt my head to maintain the lock on his gray gaze. His hands settled on my waist. “You want somethin’, sweetheart?” he repeated, his voice lowering to a sexy rumble. I squeezed my eyes shut, prayed for courage and that the blush staining my cheeks would fade. “I want you,” I said, then opened my eyes. His grin widened. “Now, was that so hard?” “Matter of fact it was.” He bent toward me, his gaze narrowing on my mouth, but I turned away my face. “Not here. Your rig.” His eyebrows shot up, and he pushed me gently back. “After you. You know where I’m docked, and you have a key. Let yourself inside and get comfortable. I’m hittin’ the locker room for a quick shower. I smell like diesel.” He turned on his heel, giving me another view of that backside I’d drooled over for months. A moan slipped from my mouth, and I heard a chuckle as he pushed through the door and left me standing weak-kneed in his wake. He let me wait a good twenty minutes before the door to his cab opened, and he climbed inside. The scent of plain soap swept into the cab that already smelled like him—musky male, diesel. But since he didn’t smoke and didn’t appear to collect his meals, it smelled pretty good for a trucker’s rig. Light shone from the top of a tall post in the parking lot, illuminating the cab. Security cameras would record who entered the truck but I hoped wouldn’t disclose what we were about to do inside the cab. Another reason I’d waited until tonight for this. Everyone would be blabbing. I sat in the plush leather passenger seat and glanced away as he climbed up into the driver’s seat. “Change your mind?” he asked softly. “No,” I bit out, a little annoyed that he asked. I wanted him to take the initiative, not seek my approval every step of the way. “Then why aren’t you in the back?” “Look, you don’t have to feel obligated,” I said, turning to meet his smoky gray gaze. “If you’d rather get some sleep…” “I jerked off in the shower.” My jaw sagged just a little, then snapped closed. “Now, why are you tellin’ me a thing like that?” “Because I want you to know how much I want you. Thought I’d take some of the edge off before I came out here. I didn’t want to leave you unsatisfied, darlin’.” I swallowed hard, eyeing the taut edge of his jaw, the glint of arousal in his eyes. Maybe it was just what I wanted to see, but I didn’t back away when he reached for me. He leaned toward me. His hands slid around my back, one gliding up to fist in my hair.

• From Best Erotic Romance

  We were sleeping in the open loft, and Teresa was on the pullout. While I might have slid my hand into his pajamas, trying to interest him in something other than sleep, I knew that with Teresa so close downstairs that Tim would just not go for it. He was a pretty vanilla guy and not very forthcoming when it came to sharing fantasies or out-of-the-ordinary desires. But I loved him, and he seemed to enjoy my efforts to spice things up a bit. I realized as I stood there that I was just a little bit aroused. That’s what I get for thinking about sex, which I did on a regular basis. “Hey, are the noodles ready?” Teresa looked over my shoulder. I stabbed one of the macaronis, held it up and blew on it, then fed it to her. “Done?” She smiled and nodded, and I watched her red hair sway with the movement. I felt an odd little rush as I became acutely aware of her breasts pressed against the back of my arm. Not wanting to move, yet needing to drain the noodles, I turned off the stove and emptied the pan into the colander in the sink. Steam rose, fogging the window. Just then the lights blinked. “Uh oh,” Teresa said, “maybe we should light one of those candles in case…” We were plunged into darkness. Tim had his flashlight out right away, and I found the matches and started to light the jarred candles we’d placed around earlier. The cabin was soon filled with a soft glow. Glad that I’d gotten the noodles cooked before the power went out, I added the butter and milk and tore open the packet of neon cheese powder. Wow. Special. I grabbed the plastic bowls and forks and put them on the table along with the pan of mac and cheese. “Dig in.” There must have been something in the tone of my voice that made it obvious I was not happy with this turn of events, because Teresa announced, “Time to open the first bottle of champagne! I think our chef needs a glass!” She draped a dish towel over the bottle, quietly popped the cork, and poured the elixir into the curvy glasses. “A toast! To the winter storm, friends, macaroni and cheese, and champagne!”

• From Best Erotic Romance

  Cassie watched Samuel as he stood, the pulse in her groin thudding wildly. He was an attractive young man, and he’d been keen from the outset. Caution had hampered this moment, but it had to happen. He’d won her over with his intense personality, green eyes, and rugged bone structure. Not to mention how fit he was—leanly muscled and tall, with the suggestion of vitality in his every move. “I am so glad I made Thai food,” he commented as he dropped to his knees before her, one hand resting on her knee. “This is like a dream come true.” “I think so too.” She covered his hand with her own then swung her legs apart. “I want you, Samuel. I’ve been thinking about this, a lot.” “Me too.” His gaze dropped. Tracing his fingers over the tops of her stockings, he sighed aloud. “You’re beautiful.” “And you’re supposed to be doing your research.” Cassie was desperate to be touched, and if he didn’t do it soon she would have to take matters into her own hands. Shuffling her skirt up, she exposed her panties. She knew they’d be wet, and when she glanced down she could see a visible damp patch that followed the niche of her pussy. Samuel swore low under his breath. “Is that what you’d consider evidence?” she asked. Sensible young man that he was, he thought about his response carefully before stating it aloud. It was one of the things that had tickled her about him. He was quietly ambitious, a risk taker, but he thought each comment out carefully before he took that risk. “I need something more substantial,” he eventually replied. Humor flitted across his expression. “In that case I think you’d better investigate more closely, don’t you?” He nodded, and his eyes seemed to darken, his intensity growing by the moment. Cassie pursed her lips, her blood rushing as she waited for him to make contact. He moved between her open thighs, then ran one finger down the side of her G-string—tantalizing her skin along the seam between her pussy and her thigh—before easing his finger under the fabric and homing straight in on her slit. There was a slight tremor in his hand as he ran the back of one knuckle down the seam of her pussy, making brief but delicious contact with her clit. When she hummed her approval, he repeated the action. She leaned in and kissed his mouth, hands tight on his shoulders as she did so. He returned her kiss, their tongues thrashing as they hungrily explored each other’s mouths. She could taste him too, and she wanted him. Her open thighs wrapped more readily around his slim hips. The action enabled his finger to move lower, and within moments he had her panties pulled to one side and his finger had eased inside her.

• From Best Erotic Romance

  Kim moved back to the counter and flipped the pancakes on the griddle before lifting the honey jar. “I was just checking to see how they tasted with honey.” A drop had fallen onto the counter, a single slip of disorder among meticulousness. Terry’s mouth curved in a smile as he followed her. “A spot on the counter!” he teased, pointing at it. Kim smirked and grabbed a kitchen wipe to clean it up. Terry laughed, and Kim spun around and looked into his eyes. It was a magical sound—one she hadn’t heard in weeks. Her husband pulled the honey jar from her. Kim watched as he lifted the drizzler out slowly, his eyes on the golden liquid as it spiraled back into the pool in the jar. He motioned with his head for her to come closer. Kim started to question, but before she could speak he closed the distance between them himself and untied her robe so swiftly it fell to the ground before she could grab it. He flicked the burner off behind her as he nudged her back against the counter and lifted the honey drizzler to her neck. Kim started to protest as the amber liquid began to drip, but she froze as it touched her skin. She squirmed as a drop fell to the floor, but Terry pushed on her shoulder, holding her against the counter. She started to speak again, and the words dissipated as he pressed his mouth to the honey flowing over her clavicle. His warm tongue swept over her skin as he claimed the sweet liquid from it. “Terry,” Kim managed to admonish when he pulled away. She gasped as honey landed on her breast—she hadn’t noticed his hand moving back to the jar. As she watched, openmouthed, Terry glided the dipper several inches above her chest, drizzling honey in a horizontal line across her breasts. The sticky liquid began to descend, creeping toward her nipples. Kim opened her mouth to object as Terry dipped his head and caught a nipple between his teeth just as it was engulfed. Her breath caught in her throat, and she remained silent as he grasped her breast from underneath, his tongue swirling over the golden sweetness. Terry groped her other breast with his other hand, smearing honey across her skin as she let out a muffled moan. He followed it with his mouth, fervently licking the mess he had just made and grabbing the breast his mouth had just left. His mouth and hands became a flurry of action, emphasized all the more by the slowness of the honey as it inched along her skin. Kim lost track of where Terry’s hands were and where honey would next land on her body as he lifted her to sit on the counter, his tongue roving her breasts, her nipples, her neck, her throat, her stomach.

• From Best Erotic Romance

  Derek’s so-beautiful-I-want-to-melt-into-them hazel eyes flutter open and he stares at me with a look that I think means, “You’re crazy, woman, but I want to fuck you so badly.” I pop the top and pull out the cork, watching the steam rise and hiss its way into the air and then the bubbles exploding upward out of the bottle’s mouth. Neither of us can miss the sexual overtones of that. Then I look up at him before leaning down and, in another nod to Madonna, wrap my lips around the bottle. I use both hands to raise it, then swallow a little, letting most of it dribble down my chest, wetting what’s left of my nightie, slithering down past my pussy, onto him. I toss my head back, my hair spilling down my back, then pour the chilly liquid directly down my front. I put down the bottle and again climb up next to my husband, straddling him, and offer him a champagne-soaked nipple. He greedily takes it in his mouth. I reach for his hands and place them on my ass. He grabs me like he hasn’t grabbed me in years. His lips, his hands, his cock pressing up against me, are all reminders of what I want us to be like again. The fire didn’t exactly go out, but it has fizzled, and only when I hear the roar release from his lips, then feel Derek tearing my nightie right down the middle, do I realize exactly how much I’ve missed it. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t try to reassure me with words. Instead he lifts me up, my legs wrapped around him, the wet filmy fabric clinging to me. He doesn’t bring me to the bed, but instead slams me up against the wall. He keeps me pinned there while undoing his pants. “Is this what you want, Sarah? You want me right here, like this?” “Yes, yes, yes,” I cry when he shifts me just so and places the tip of his cock inside me. He is lighting the spark that is making our relationship explode, making it crackle and sizzle and burn the way it should have been all along. I know as he plunges inside me, holding me tight, his face buried in my neck, that no matter what happened in those champagne rooms, it was never like this. Derek pounds into me, overtaking me, and I cling to him, my thighs straining, my nails digging into his back.

• From The Laws of Human Nature (2018)

  At her death in 1665, the head of Jeanne des Anges, as she was now known, was decapitated, mummified, and placed in a silver-gilt box with crystal windows. It was displayed next to the anointed chemise for those who wanted to see it, at the Ursuline house in Loudun, until its disappearance during the French Revolution. • • • Interpretation: In her earliest years, Jeanne de Belciel displayed an insatiable appetite for attention. She wearied her parents, who finally got rid of her by sending her to a convent in Poitiers. There she proceeded to drive the nuns insane with her sarcasm and incredible air of superiority. Sent off to Loudun, it seemed she decided to try a different approach to gaining the recognition she so desperately needed. Given books on spirituality, she determined she would excel all others in her knowledge and pious behavior. She made a complete show of both and gained the good favor of the prioress. But as head of the house, she felt bored, and the attention she now received inadequate. Her dreams of Grandier were a mix of fabrication and autosuggestion. Soon after the exorcists arrived, she was given a book on demonology, which she devoured, and knowing the various ins and outs of devil inhabitation, she proceeded to give herself all of the most dramatic traits, which would be picked up by the exorcists as sure signs of possession. She became the star of the public spectacle. While possessed, she went further than all others in her degradation and lewd behavior. After Grandier’s gruesome execution, which profoundly affected the other nuns, who certainly felt guilt at the part they had played in the death of an innocent man, Jeanne alone felt the sudden lack of attention as unbearable and so she upped the ante by refusing to let go of the demons. She had become a master at sensing the weaknesses and hidden desires of those around her—first the prioress, and then the exorcists, and now Father Surin. He wanted so badly to be the one to redeem her that he would fall for the simplest of miracles. As for the stigmata, some later speculated that she had etched these names with acid, or traced them through colored starch. It seemed odd that they appeared only on her left hand, where it would be easy for her to write them out. It is known that in extreme hysteria the skin becomes particularly sensitive, and a fingernail can do the trick. As someone who had long experimented in concocting herbal remedies, it was easy for her to apply fragrant drops. Once people believed in the stigmata, it would be hard for them to doubt the anointment. Even Surin found the need for a tour dubious. At this point, she could no longer disguise her true appetite for attention. Years later, Jeanne wrote an autobiography in which she admitted to a completely theatrical side to her personality. She was continually

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  He traced a finger down the lace, right between my folds. He couldn’t miss the moisture soaking through the satin. When he popped his finger in his mouth for a taste, I pushed my panties down the rest of the way and then waited as he looked me over. Danny traced down the edges of my nude outer lips. “Did you do that for me?” I shook my head. “I prefer it.” “Spread ’em open for me.” I reached down and opened my lips and held them that way while he fingered the thin inner labia and pushed a long thick digit inside me. My pussy clenched around him, then released. Then squeezed again. A trickle of moisture greeted his invasion, and he quickly pulled out and sat up in the small, cramped space beside me to tug his shirt over his head. He unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them past his hips. Just far enough to free his cock, which sprang free, lifting toward the ceiling of the cab. I didn’t wait for him to tell me what he wanted, he was too tight, too quiet, his breaths coming fast. I climbed over his knees and curled down to take him in my mouth. His fingers combed through my hair, then framed my face. I bobbed down, my lips suctioning, latching around his crown to suckle hard, my tongue swirling over and over his soft, sleek head. I found the slit, teased it with the point of my tongue, then swirled again, sinking down his cock to take more of his length, caressing the sides of his thick shaft with my long, slippery glides. His hand fisted in my hair and pulled me off. “Thought this was supposed to be your fantasy.” “Think I haven’t thought about doing this? What it would feel like? How thick, how long it would be? I’m just gettin’ acquainted.” “Damn. Come on up here.” I started to crawl up his body, sliding my chest over his belly, but he shook his head. “No, sit that bare-nekkid pussy over my mouth.” I pressed my lips together to keep the laughter trapped. “Not cool enough?” he gritted out. “It sounded sort of cheesy.” “Didn’t I say it with enough snarl?” “Just the right snarl if you were The King.” “Who?” “Never mind,” I muttered. Baby. “I mean it. You got close and personal with me, turnabout is fair play. Bring it on up here, girl.” “I’m not a girl,” I said, pushing out my lower lip. He rolled his eyes. “Will you stop with the age thing? I want that pussy on my mouth.”

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  I can wait longer if you need me to.” For a moment, I wondered if he’d changed his mind. The hours we’d spent talking online just weren’t the same as being together in person. But his hand was shaking, ever so slightly, and his voice wasn’t completely steady. I wasn’t the only one nervous as hell here. I licked my lips and turned to lean against the door, letting my Wonderbra do its cleavage magic as I stretched my leg just enough to open my thighs beneath the clinging silk of my skirt. I was so wet I half-expected he could smell me. “Don’t you want me?” His pupils dilated, his nostrils flaring as his eyes flicked quickly to my breasts, lingered, then slid purposefully down and back up my body. He threw his head back against the seat and laughed. “Christ, woman! I want you so badly I’m about to come in my pants.” His voice came out hoarse in the quiet of the car. “Do you want me?” Yes. The answer was yes. I kept my eyes on his, knowing at that moment, I was going to let him see my lingerie. “I’m wearing crotchless panties. Just in case.” I couldn’t stop the flush heating my face. “Not that I expected you to ever know that.” He closed his eyes and groaned, his knuckles white as he took deep, bracing breaths. When he finally looked at me, his eyes smoldered. He smiled crookedly. “After all this time, it would be really embarrassing to come before we got our clothes off.” “Drive!” I laughed. He drove. My cell vibrated. Melissa. I turned it off. Eric’s cell vibrated. He pulled it out, grimacing as it slipped from his fingers and onto the seat beside me. “Would you please turn that fucking thing off!” I glanced at the Caller ID as I pressed the button. “J C Home?” “Janelle and Chris. And that would be Janelle. Chris would not be calling me now!” I giggled like a schoolgirl. “Does the whole world know we’re going out tonight?” “Yes, dammit!” He looked at me, both of us sobering at the same time. “I’m sorry if that bothers you. God, I hope it doesn’t! I’ve been in love with you for so long. I feel like some gawky-assed teenager tripping over his words.” He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he realized what he’d said. “Shit. I hadn’t meant to say that yet. The L-word, I mean. But it’s true, dammit, and I won’t take it back. I love you. I want to marry you. And I’m making a total fucking mess of this conversation!” He slammed his hand against the wheel. “Fuck!” We were pulling into the hotel. Eric turned toward the parking structure.

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  She almost swallowed her tongue as she recognized her date for the night. His sky-blue eyes were narrowed and focused on her; his smile was slow in coming and full of dark promise. “There’s a seat free here.” “Thanks.” Jodi hopped up onto the stool, hiking her skirt up to accommodate the stiffness of the denim. His gaze settled on her exposed thighs, and she suddenly found it difficult to breathe. Were they supposed to be strangers, then? Was this how he wanted to play it tonight? She gathered her courage. “Would you like a drink?” He considered her for a long moment. “You’re buying?” She shrugged and the thin strap of her top fell down her arm. “It’s the twenty-first century. We’re supposed to be equal now.” “Then I’ll have a beer.” He caught the eye of the harried bartender straight away and the woman came right over. Jodi held up two fingers. “Two beers please.” “Sure.” She went to open her purse, and he put his hand over hers. The strength and warmth of it shocked her into stillness. “Don’t worry about it yet. I’ve already set up a tab. We can settle up later.” “Actually, I was going to check my cell.” His grip tightened. “Don’t you remember our deal? No cell phones and no texting. This is our time.” “Okay,” Jodi whispered and waited for him to move away, but instead he picked up her hand and turned it over. “Nice nails.” “I usually keep them short.” Jodi admitted. “But this seemed like a special occasion.” He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. “I like a woman scratching my back and digging her claws in my ass.” “Yeah?” She said weakly. His tongue flicked out, and he licked her index finger and then he sucked it gently into his mouth. Jodi wanted to whimper as her nipples tightened until she knew he’d be able to see them through the silk of her top. The arrival of the frosted beer bottles made her jump, and he released her hands. She took a hasty swallow and then watched him drink the whole bottle, the regular motion of his tanned throat just adding to her anticipation. He put the empty down and slowly wiped a hand over his mouth. He gestured at her unfinished beer. “Do you want a glass for that?” “No, I’m fine with the bottle.” A smile kicked up the corner of his beautiful mouth. “Always a nice sight for a man, seeing a woman’s lips locked around the neck of a bottle.” Jodi met his gaze. “And good practice too.” “Yeah,” he glanced over at the packed dance floor, where the music had changed to something slower and sultrier. “Would you like to dance?” “With you?” Jodi couldn’t keep the surprise out of her voice. “Yeah, I can dance.” She felt herself blushing as he held out his hand and helped her off her stool.

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  God, I’d missed him. We spent hours and two pots of coffee filling in the three-dimensional details that online communication could never quite complete. No matter what the subject, my thoughts always came back to the compelling blue eyes of the man beside me. I was coming to realize that every post, every status update and private message, had been a form of foreplay between us. Now every touch, every smile and whisper, was taking our intimacy one step closer. My pussy tingled, and my nipples were hard enough I expected Eric couldn’t help noticing. More than once, his hand slipped beneath the table. I envisioned the firm, thick erection I’d occasionally seen tenting the front of his jeans all those years ago, now pressing up into the expensive dark linen of his beautiful blue suit. I got even hotter, and more nervous, imaging his cock filling for me. “God, even these mints are good!” I laughed to distract myself when he popped one of the creamy pink squares into my mouth. He wiggled his eyebrows at me. “Janelle will be pleased to know you like her favorite ‘fancy restaurant.’” I tipped my head, running my finger along the side of the hand cupping my face. “She knew you were bringing me here,” I said quietly. His eyes never left mine. “Yes. I told her I wanted to take you someplace special—someplace neither of us had ever been.” Eric had always been direct. No hedging. No bullshit. I nodded and kissed the place I’d just touched. “Thank you.” The waiter came by with more coffee, but Eric just kept looking at me. “Would you like to dance off some of this caffeine?” There was a wealth of meaning in his eyes, not subtle, but not pushing either. Inquiry, arousal, and patience. Infinite patience that was, perhaps, getting ready to change to something else. I took a deep breath, then I shook my head and let go of his hand. “No. I want to go back to the hotel. With you.” His eyes never left mine as he pulled out his wallet and handed the waiter a wad of cash. Eric guided me outside, his hand resting on the small of my back as we waited for the valet to bring the car. The music wafting over from the dance floor was just loud enough to provide an excuse not to converse. I wondered if that was for the best. I was getting really nervous. My palms weren’t the only parts of my body that were damp. We’d barely left the parking lot, though, when Eric pulled over to the curb. He turned, his arm moving to the back of the seat as he looked directly at me. “Are you sure about this?” he asked quietly. “I’ve waited for you for years.

• From Best Erotic Romance

  “Yup. I’m not doing as much field work these days. I’ll tell you what I can, when I can. It’s a lot more than we could, back then.” Eric was looking out the window, still breathing hard, his gaze calculating. He pulled a straight-backed chair out from the desk and set it in front of the window. I have no idea where the condom came from, but there was one on the seat of the chair. He turned on a low light in front of the window and held out his hand to me. “I want to see you this first time. Really see you. Are you okay with that?” I nodded, reaching for the zipper at the side of my dress. “Leave it.” I quirked my eyebrow at him, but I left my dress zipped and walked over to take his hands. The glow from the light turned the glass doors to the balcony into quasi-mirrors, reflecting the room while still letting in the twinkling lights from the marina in the darkness below. Eric slid his fingers up my arms, then he was holding my head to his, his kisses hungry now, still soft but with an underlying desperation that had me quickly running my tongue over the insides of his lips. When I sucked his tongue, he groaned, his hard-on so stiff against me I felt my juices trickling down my thigh. “Undo my pants,” he growled, one hand sliding down to cup my breast. As I tugged his zipper down, the side of my dress parted. His hand was against my bare skin, stroking a trail of fire. His belt clunked to the floor, and his bare hip was against my hand. No underwear. I hadn’t expected any. “I can’t wait,” he growled against my lips. “Now,” I panted. “Hurry.” I reached for the condom and met his hand. “I’ll do it. If you touch me, I’ll come.” He stepped out of his pants and sheathed himself, breaking the kiss again to move in back of me. He sat and pulled me to straddle him, my back to his chest, my thighs spread wide over his, the open slit in my panties exposed. My skirt fell between us as he lowered me onto his lap. “We have a problem,” I laughed breathlessly. “No problem,” he panted. The silk of my skirt rasped against my pussy lips as he ground me against the hot flesh of his erection. His groan was long and loud. I closed my eyes, relishing the feel of him lowering the top of my dress, of him lifting my breasts out of their confinement to rest on top of the blasted Wonderbra, the cool air helping his talented fingers tease my nipples to rock-hard peaks. “Look at the window.”

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  She tried her best to overcome him with her mouth. When she managed to take him fairly deep, he became still for a moment, but his fingers and mouth were so capable, all she could do was try to keep up with what was happening in her. The words replayed in her mind. A place where a man can taste a steak in his mind…Oh, the things Dave must have thought while he was imprisoned. She increased her urgent sucking, and his cock was a dark burgundy color, but it did not yield to her. She orgasmed yet again. She needed control badly. She thought to ask him for it, but this made no sense given their time to date. She thought of sword swallowers in the circus. She fought past her gag reflex. It took a few tries, but she took him down, her nose brushed his tight balls. Dave grunted, and his limbs went limp as she worked his cock. She loved it desperately, as if the small window she had created would soon be revoked. Tongue, fingers, palms, lips, a touch of teeth, then back down her throat a few times, and he arched his back, lifting her like she was a feather. His voice was silent when the first shot sprayed deep into her gullet, and she nearly lost control of the gag reflex again. She subjugated it. He yelled out. His cock sprayed her mouth. She swallowed him whole again, and he nearly bucked her body off. She held tight to him like a rodeo champion finishing the bronco ride, still in the saddle. They lay in a heap, nearly still, totally silent. Only soft, restorative breaths. The cab was brightly lit. “What the hell did you do to me, Sarah?” All that came out was, “No bellyache.” He laughed and stroked every inch of her body. She had never felt like this with any man. She had never felt like this at all. She didn’t want it to end. Sarah devoured a big omelet breakfast in the diner. The meal in Reno had burned off halfway across Nevada. She wanted this one to last. Dave sipped his coffee, nibbled some toast, and didn’t try to stop her from paying for both their meals, though clearly he had to fight the reflex. “I’m sure you’ll be able to get a ride up to Nampa. I’d sooner take you, but I got a schedule.” He started for the cab of his semi. He looked back just once. “Thanks, Dave.” Yes, she was close enough to home that she could get someone to come get her, or thumb a ride north. She barely heard the words moving away. “I sure will miss you, Little Sarah.” She yelled out. “You never told me where you’re headed.” “Next stop, Lincoln, Nebraska. After that, well, lot of roads out there. Still got a bunch to discover.”

• From Best Erotic Romance

  Paul grasped her nipples between his thumb and index fingers and gave them a gentle tug. “Yeah? You like that, baby?” Brynn nodded, her nostrils flaring. Tendrils of blond hair escaped their confines to curl around her face. She looked innocent and wanton at the same time. Paul moved his hands lower, following the contours of Brynn’s growing belly. It was round and taut, and he felt the baby kick beneath his touch. They both laughed at that, but this wasn’t about the baby. Paul slipped his hand between Brynn’s legs, lightly stroking her blond pubic curls. “Stop. I hate all that stupid hair,” Brynn said. Paul ignored her and kept stroking her. Before the pregnancy, Brynn had waxed her pubic hair so that she was bare and smooth, but her skin was too sensitive for that now. Paul liked the silky-springy feel of the hair beneath his fingers, and he tugged lightly, watching Brynn’s face as she did. Brynn’s eyes went wide, and she caught her breath. “That’s a strange feeling,” she said. “Good?” Brynn nodded. “Yeah, I think so. Tingly.” Paul smiled. He slipped a finger between the lips of Brynn’s pussy and found her clit. He was rewarded by Brynn’s audible gasp. Paul didn’t go further than that; he simply rested his finger on that sensitive button as he cupped her mound lightly. Staring into Brynn’s eyes, Paul could see the war Brynn fought with herself. Uncomfortable in her own skin, she hadn’t let Paul touch her like this in months. Paul longed to make love to her, but he wouldn’t push her. He would let Brynn decide. Brynn didn’t say a word. She didn’t have to. She sunk down in the lukewarm water and covered Paul’s hand with her own. She pressed his finger hard against her pussy, letting out a soft moan when Paul took the lead and rubbed her clit. It was something so simple—hardly the stuff of an earthshaking sexual experience—but Brynn’s acquiescence sent a rush of heat through Paul. He wanted Brynn. Now. He wanted to fuck her the way he had before they’d gotten pregnant. He wanted to feel Brynn’s body grinding against his, both of them slick with sweat and so aroused they couldn’t get enough of each other. He pressed a finger just inside Brynn’s pussy, feeling the heat and wetness there, so different from the tepid bath water. Brynn gasped, gripping Paul’s wrist tightly and wriggling beneath his touch until water splashed over the side of the bathtub. “Easy, baby,” Paul soothed. “I’ll give you what you want.” Brynn looked at him, blue eyes heavy-lidded with lust, her expression one of complete trust. “I know you will.” Paul slid his finger deeper, feeling Brynn’s muscles reflexively tighten around her. “Been practicing your Kegels, I see,” he said. Brynn giggled and nodded. “Yeah.” “Good girl.” Paul slipped another finger inside her wetness, curving them up and forward to rub that rough spot he knew so well. “How’s that?”