A Few Good Fantasies (9 page)

They collapsed against each other.

“Is it always going to be so … so … amazing?” Lissa asked.

“Yes,” said Sam. “Always.”

“SO WHEN’S THE wedding?” asked Janey.

“Ha. Ha.” Lissa stood on the balcony of the suite and looked at the topaz ocean. The afternoon sun glittered in a cloudless blue sky. This place truly was paradise. “I’m still getting used to be his girlfriend. One step at a time, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Janey sounded much, much better, the faker. Her sister hadn’t been sick at all. She’d booked the trip and manipulated the situation so that Sam would take the trip with Lissa.

Janey and Sam had planned the whole thing. She was too happy to be really pissed-off about it, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t seek sisterly revenge at some point.

“Well, don’t let me keep you,” said Janey. “I know you have things … or cute guys named Sam … to do.”

“Oh, you bet I do. You know, last night, he pulled out this ostrich feather then he—”

“Yuck! I do not want to hear the sexual details of my best friend and my sister’s sex life.”

“But you don’t have one,” Lissa pointed out. “So I thought I’d share mine.”

“I’m hanging up, you cow. Love you.”

Lissa laughed as she hung up the cell phone. 

Sam came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Janey okay?”

“Yeah. But you knew that, didn’t you?”

He nuzzled her neck. “Maybe.”

He untied her robe and the garment fell open.

“Sam! We’re on a balcony in front of God and everyone.”

“So what?” He edged the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the concrete. He jostled her toward the balcony’s railing. “Hold onto it.”

Delicious shivers wracked her body as she bent over and grabbed the railing.

She was learning that Sam was unafraid of trying anything. He’d given her more new experiences in bed than she’d had her entire sexually active life.

She heard a tiny whir and before she had a chance to voice the obvious question, Sam slid the lubricated vibrator into her pussy.

The implement had an extension that tickled her clitoris with every plunge of the fake cock. Her breasts swayed to the rhythm established by Sam. The vibrator brought her closer and closer to her peak.

She moaned, gripping the rail as she met every exquisite plunge of the vibrator.

“Oh, God! Sam, I’m going to come!”

She tipped over the edge, pleasure bursting from her core. The sensations wrapped her around as her pussy sucked at the still vibrating cock.

Sam wasn’t finished with her.

“Stay here.” He disappeared for scant moments. When he returned to the balcony, he pressed against her ass and slid his sheathed cock inside her weeping pussy.

He fucked her hard. Her battered pussy was still post-orgasmic, but she loved the feel of him thrusting inside her. She kept one hand on the rail, but loosed the other so she could play with her breasts.

That’s when Sam smacked her ass.

The shock of pain electrified her pussy. She moaned and alternated twisting her nipples. Her bliss built up in her quivering core.

He slapped her other buttock. She never would’ve believed herself capable of reacting erotically to a spanking, but Sam had taught her that she was very responsive to a myriad of sensations.

He whacked her again.

The pain radiated to her throbbing cunt and joined with the budding orgasm. Oh, God. Yes!

The next spanking sent her spiraling over the edge. Her joy bloomed fully and pleasure cascaded endlessly through her.

Sam cried out and shoved his cock so deeply inside her, she felt him at the entrance to her womb. His cock shuddered inside her pussy as his fingers dug into her ass.

After a long moment of trying to breathe again, Sam withdrew and she stood up. He picked up the robe and clothed her in it.

She mixed up a batch of margaritas in their kitchenette while Sam cleaned up. He came into the living room—wearing only a sexy grin. He certainly was more prince than pirate.

“To fantastic, awe-inspiring sex,” she said, handing Sam his drink.

He clinked his glass to hers. “To true love.”

Lissa wasn’t sure if she and Sam were a forever kind of love. Oh, what the hell. Janey had probably already planned the wedding anyway.

“To true love,” she said. And smiled.

The End

Chapter 1

“T
HIS WHOLE PLACE is beautiful,” said Carrie Tremont as she entered the hotel suite. Her husband, Greg, followed her hauling their bags inside. The hotel had been crowded and busy so they’d decided not to wait around for a bellboy.

So far, Greg hadn’t revealed much about his anniversary surprise. They’d been married ten years. Their five-year-old twins were at Disney World with their grandparents. As much as she missed her boys, she also missed her husband. They rarely got uninterrupted time alone.

Carrie tossed her purse on the couch. Wow. The living room looked both luxurious and comfortable. The décor was modern, everything from the furniture to the paintings was straight, clean lines. The colors weren’t typical hotel browns and crèmes, either. The couch was red, the table black, and the floor lamps gold.

The open kitchenette was located behind the living room, all stark black, even the appliances. On the counter, she saw the bottle of champagne in a gleaming gold bucket along with two flutes. Nice.

Past the tiny kitchen was a pair of French doors that opened onto a large balcony. On the left was the door to the bedroom. She went inside and saw the same color scheme. The bed, which was black from its frame to its plush pillows, wasn’t exactly typical, either. It was huge.

“How many people do they expect to sleep in that bed?” she asked as Greg dragged their suitcases into the room. She laughed. “We could fit a small car in it!”

Greg put down their bags. Her darling nerd blinked at her behind his horn-rimmed glasses. “I think you’ll find lots of stuff here is very
interesting.”

Her stomach squeezed in anticipation. What had he planned? Had he … no. He’d never go for
that
.

“We still have three hours until our dinner reservation,” he said. “We could go to the pool or take a walk on the beach.”

“I have an idea about how to spend the time.” She took his hand and led him to the huge bed. “Stay here.”

She hurried into the bathroom. She took off her pants, blouse, hose and shoes. She’d worn her new bra and panties purchased at Victoria’s Secret.

She looked herself over. No point to freshen her make-up. She fluffed out her short blonde hair. For a thirty-three-old woman who’d bore twins, she didn’t look half-bad.

Good thing she’d indulged in a spa day prior to their trip. She had facial treatments, a mani-pedi, and leg and bikini waxes. She pulled her panties down and looked at her bare pussy. She usually got a Brazilian wax, which left a strip of hair. Greg would be really surprised to her completely bare.

Early in their relationship, Carrie had asked Greg about his sexual fantasies. His reply: You, naked.

That really did seem to be the extent of what he wanted. Maybe Greg’s sexual needs weren’t complex.

And that’s why she feared talking to him about
her
needs. What she desired was a tad more complicated than “you, naked.”

Not that it mattered. Most of the time, they fell into bed at night too exhausted to make love. Sex wasn’t as exciting as it had been in the early days.

Their lack of physical intimacy bled into other areas. She didn’t feel as close to him as she did pre-twins. Her married friends told her that was the nature of marriage, especially after parenthood. Sex was shoved to the bottom of the priority list.

And yet, Carrie found herself fantasizing about getting thoroughly ravished by two men.

Last month, she had sat at her kitchen table with her sister. They drank iced tea and chatted. Carrie told her older sis about her fantasy. Shelley had teased her about such naughty thoughts and Carrie had dropped the subject. It wasn’t something she could talk to Greg about. He would never share her with another man. And it wasn’t like she wanted two husbands or even a husband and a boyfriend. She loved Greg and their lives together.

She just wanted her sex life back, damn it.

Somewhere along the way she realized that denying her sexual desires, no matter how strange they might appear to others, was wrong. She needed to tell Greg her fantasies— even if they couldn’t really have a second man in their bed.

“Baby? Are you okay?” Greg knocked on the bathroom door and jolted her out of her thoughts. 

Carrie straightened. “Be out in a sec.”

When she re-entered the bedroom, she found Greg sprawled naked on the bed. His gaze caressed her body in a way that had heat pulsing through her.

She crawled onto the bed and into his arms. For a long moment, Greg just stared at her.

“You’re gorgeous.” His lips captured hers. She melted into his arms and deepened their contact. Yum. He tasted like those peppermint Tic Tacs he loved to chew on all the time.

Desire and need streaked through her, pooling wet and hot between her thighs. Reaching between them, she stroked his cock.

Greg hands tangled in her hair as he deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue inside to mate with hers.

His lips moved down her throat, his tongue flicking the dimple at its base. Carrie moaned as he nuzzled the skin between her breasts, raining kisses over the flesh exposed by her push-up bra.

He reached around and unhooked the bra. After tossing it to the floor, he cupped her breasts in his hands and squeezed. Oh, he felt so good. And for once she didn’t have to worry about the twins interrupting their lovemaking.

His mouth closed over one turgid nipple. Sensations rippled through her. He suckled her other nipple, giving it the same torturous attention.

“Greg,” she sighed, her hands threading through his silky hair. “That feels so good, honey.”

His hand coasted down her stomach and slid into her panties.

“What the—” His desire-glazed eyes found hers. She smiled as his fingers stroked her bare flesh. “Mmm. I want to see you.”

He crawled between her legs and dragged her underwear off. He stared at her naked pussy. “That is a beautiful sight.”

“You like?”

“I love.” He settled down and pressed his mouth against her vulva. “You’ve never done anything like this before.”

“I’m trying new things.”

“Thank God.” He kissed her again. His tongue wiggled down her slit.

Her pussy was already hot and wet and ready. He licked the evidence of her desire off her inner thighs then dove inside her entrance.

Carrie gasped as pleasure ricocheted through her. Greg’s tongue darted in and out of her, the strokes rough and fast.

Her hips pumped to match his rhythm. Her hands fisted in the bedspread as she felt bliss coil tight and hot. Then his mouth moved to her clit and closed over it, sucking hard. Just as an orgasm threatened to overwhelm her, he stopped.

“Greg!”

He chuckled.

An ache settled between her thighs. Her pussy pulsed in need, in want.

Greg once again suckled her clit. Then he inserted two fingers into her pussy. The thrust of his fingers matched the thrusts of his tongue.

The orgasm built, higher and higher. Just as she would’ve tipped over the edge, Greg stopped again.

“I swear to God I’m going to kill you,” she muttered.

He kissed each of her hips and licked her belly. His lips found every inch of skin between her pussy and her breasts. He felt so good. She’d missed being with him like this. How wonderful to feel him touch her, kiss her. Love threaded through her desire.

He moved on top of her, parted her thighs, and entered her in one swift stroke. Carrie gasped. God,
that
felt fantastic! She wrapped her legs around his waist and surged forward, meeting his every thrust.

With one hand, he captured her wrists and raised her arms above her head. His cock filled her, his motions slow, steady, and tender.

Waves of pleasure crested through her. Oh, yes!

He released her wrists, looped his arms under her shoulders, and pounded into her. He groaned—the sound caught against her flesh. He was as lost as she in the moment. She bucked against him, her clit throbbing.

“Carrie,” he panted. “Oh, honey, you feel so good.”

It took her a little while to realize that Greg had stopped moving. She blinked up at him. “You didn’t come.”

“We’re trying new things, remember?”

“Your new thing is not to come?” she asked doubtfully.