Afternoon Delight (6 page)

They'd had their afternoon delight and now they were carrying it into the evening. So what was it that flared in his eyes and reached out to her?

Before she could think about it any more, Deke kissed her, his tongue tasting every inch of her mouth, then stood up and set her on her feet.

"Hey, you two," he called to the other couple. "I think we'd better eat while we still have the strength to chew."

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and sweaty and in a state of semi-exhaustion. They'd managed to get through dinner without ripping each other's clothes off, but the sexual tension surrounding the table had been so thick it was almost palpable.

Lori and Savannah had insisted on clearing the table and stacking the dishes in the dishwasher.

"I'll mix us some fresh drinks," Deke had said as he and Slade headed towards the bar.

The bulges in their pants where their erections strained for release were hard to miss as they'd risen from their chairs. By the time the woman entered the living room, both men had removed their clothes and were lounging on the long couch.

In barely more than seconds Lori and Savannah were out of their skirts and halters and with little foreplay were impaled on throbbing, straining cocks.

They'd moved to the bedroom after that, where Deke clicked on the stereo system and lit the candles he'd arranged around the room. He'd taken Savannah's hand and led her to the bed. Slade followed with Lori.

The hours that followed were an excess of sex—more than the women could have imagined. Each women had been caressed and tended to as if she was a precious gem by each man separately and then by both men together.

Lori and Savannah had even agreed to a performance while the men rested their well-worn dicks. Lori had run back to their condo and brought back the double vibrator. Then she and Savannah had licked each other until they were both wet and dripping, letting the men insert the ends of the vibrator in each of them and massage their clits while the vibrator hummed away until they achieved simultaneous orgasms.

"I definitely need a shower," Slade said, rousing himself.

"Good thing yours is big enough for all of us, Deke."

Deke was lying next to Savannah, her head resting on his shoulder. He cupped her chin and turned her face towards him. "How about if we shower here and Lori and Slade use your place? That okay with you?"

She saw that look in his eyes again, that flash of something she couldn't define. She started to ask him why, but curiosity overtook her and she just nodded.

Deke looked over at the other two. "Lori, why don't you take Slade back to your place?" He grinned. "And take his clothes along, too."

Slade smiled. "Sounds like a plan to me." He smacked Lori lightly on her ass. "Come on, sweetheart. I can't wait to get you in that shower I've heard so much about."

While the others gathered their things and left, Deke continued holding Savannah next to him, lightly stroking her arm and feathering kisses across her forehead and cheek.

When he heard the door to the condo close, he rolled off the bed and lifted her in his arms.

"My shower isn't as exotic as yours," he told her, "but I think we'll have as much fun."

He waited until the water was the right temperature and the spray adjusted before he took her hand and stepped under the water with her.

"Did you mind that I sent Lori and Slade away?" he asked, pouring liquid soap into his hands and lathering it over her body.

"No, not at all. I'm just wondering why you did it."

"Well, it's like this." His hands continued over her body as he talked. "I had a great time this afternoon, and tonight was great, too. I didn't expect to find such sexual adventuresses living next door to me. Inviting myself over was the best thing I've done in a long time."

"But?"

He knelt on the floor of the shower, nudged her thighs apart and began soaping every inch of her pussy, paying special attention to her clit. He smiled when she began to tremble.

"But I think we connected on a special level today." He slid one finger into her grasping channel, then another.

"Everything we did today and tonight was fun, but I'd ... like to spend time alone with you. Really get to know you. See if what we felt today goes anywhere." He carefully avoided her eyes, focusing on his hands busy with her cunt. He was obviously waiting for her answer.

Savannah rested her hands on his shoulders for support.

She slid one under his chin and forced him to look up at her.

"Stop what you're doing for a minute, or I can't talk. You arouse me so easily I'm nearly ready to come again."

He looked up at her. "Should I be prepared for something bad or something good?"

She smiled, holding onto her control by a thread.

"Something good. It's funny. Before you hopped over the wall today, Lori and I were talking about finding that one someone special, and I laughed at her." She held his gaze. "I guess that laugh's on me, because you're right. There is something here between us and I'd like to find out what it is."

His mouth widened in a grin. "Good. Because I have big plans for us."

"Your first plan better be to finish what you started here, big guy."

"No problem."

He lifted her, cupped his hands around her bottom and leaned her against the wall, pressing his already hard cock into her with one swift stroke. The moment he filled her, she climaxed, shuddering and shivering as the walls of her pussy milked him. Her orgasm propelled him into his own and he held her tightly as they fell over the edge together.

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from her shower.

"I can guess why Deke sent us over here," Slade said as he grabbed the towels Lori had set out on the vanity. "His eyes practically devoured her all night."

"I noticed it, too."

"I've known Deke a long time, and I don't ever remember him getting that look with another woman. Especially one he's just met."

"Savannah needs someone," Lori told him. "She's been drifting for too long, even though she might argue with me."

Slade wrapped Lori in one of the towels and turned her to face him. "And you, sweetheart? Are you looking for someone special, too?"

She felt heat rise in her cheeks. "Yes. I told Savannah just today that I feel like something's missing from my life."

"Me, too. Deke and I have played hard the last few years, but I want just one person to try all my sexual tricks on. I sure wasn't looking for it or expecting to find it when Deke invited me over tonight."

He tilted up her face and captured her mouth with his, his tongue sweeping inside and duelling with hers. When he lifted his head, they were both a little breathless.

"I'd like to give what we started tonight a chance," he told her. "How does that sound to you?"

"I'd say we have a lot of exploring to do together," she grinned. "Starting now."

"Then let's get going. We don't want our friends to get ahead of us, do we?"

In moments they were in her bed, Slade lying between her thighs, the head of his cock nudging against her cunt. As he slid into her, he said with his last coherent thought, "Remind me to buy Deke a great thank you present."

"Me, too," she agreed, feeling him fill her vagina with his throbbing shaft.

Then the time for talking was done.

The next morning, as four people gathered for breakfast in Lori and Savannah's condo, they all agreed the afternoon had been a delight—although Slade grumbled good-naturedly about missing it. The evening had been outstanding. But all of them were eagerly looking forward to the future.

About the Desiree Holt

I always wanted adventure and change in my life, and I certainly got it. I grew up in Maine, a beautiful place to live, then lived in the Midwest and Florida. Now I make my home in the Hill Country of Texas, truly God's chosen place on earth. My husband, David, is a sixth generation Texan, tracing his roots here back to the time when Texas was a Republic, so retiring here was a dream we finally fulfilled.

I've had a lot of firsts in my life—first female sports report on The Michigan Daily at the University of Michigan; first woman to own a rock and roll agency in Detroit, the home of Motown; first woman president of the Pasco (Florida)

Economic Development Council.

I graduated from the University of Michigan with a double major in English and History, and a minor in Economics, and went on to have at least four careers. When my children were small, I satisfied my need for writing by working for weekly newspapers. I had a wild and wacky time managing rock and roll bands. I joined the insanity of retail with a string of shoe stores. I worked in fundraising, public affairs and community relations. But writing fiction was always my dream. I had a lot of stops and starts, but it wasn't until we retired that I could devote myself to it full time.

My wonderful husband, David, encourages me and supports me in my dream. Our children are all grown and on their own, and are my biggest fans.

When I'm not writing I'm an avid reader—anything and everything—and watching football, especially my beloved Michigan Wolverines. David and I golf and target shoot, and of course enjoy life in the gorgeous Texas Hill Country, where most of my stories are based.

I am a member of Romance Writers of America, and San Antonio Romance Authors, Diamond State Romance Authors, and Passionate Ink chapter of RWA.

Email: [email protected] Desiree loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at www.total-e-bound.com.

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