Best Erotic Romance 2014 (15 page)

“Passion?” he asks. His face is so close now that our breath mingles. I swallow. A playful smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. Instead of answering, he closes his eyes and next, his lips
are on mine. He tastes of olives and herbs. His skin is smooth and fresh, as if he had only shaved shortly before our appointment. His arms tighten around me and pull me up against him as he deepens the kiss. I let myself fall into his embrace, and I don't open my eyes again for what might be minutes or hours. The sudden ring of my phone breaks the spell he's put me under. I blink into the sun that stands low over the hills now and make a move for my bag. Benedek takes my hand.

“That might be my boss,” I object, but he entwines our fingers. He presses a fleeting kiss on my cheeks and moves his lips to my ears. The ringing eventually stops, and I snuggle up to him. “I need to make photos of the gardens before it gets dark,” I sigh into his shirt. The phone call conjured up a very vivid image of Alicia pacing her desk, and of the harangue she'll give me.

“You can come back tomorrow,” he whispers. “Or stay the night.”

My heart's pounding against my chest. I wrap my arms a little tighter around him. “I guess I could do that,” I murmur.

Benedek kisses my hair, then he gets down on his knees and runs his hands along my calves. He takes off my pumps. His fingers wander up my legs again until they reach the lacy end of my holdups. He circles my thigh with his fingertips, and begins to roll down first the left stocking, then the right one, languidly tracing the shape of my legs, lingering a little at the back of my knees. He reaches around me to unzip my skirt. With a soft swishing sound, it falls on the floor. I silently congratulate myself for deciding to wear a black thong today. Without a word, Benedek unbuttons my blouse. He holds my gaze and I wonder if he can smell my arousal. If he does, he gives no sign of noticing it.

He cups my face, kisses me, then removes the hair slide that
pins up my hair. His eyes follow the movement of my hair as it falls down my shoulders. He makes me step out of the thong and opens my bra. My body's covered in goose bumps despite the sunbeams that fall through the open window. Lastly, he undoes the clasp of my necklace and with a muffled noise, it lands on the pile of my clothes.

I stand before him, naked, but instead of touching or kissing the body that's all his for the taking, Benedek steps back. He can't miss the little shiver that runs through my body and tenses my nipples. They are so hard already that I wonder why he doesn't just wrap his lips around them, suck, lick, kiss them. He has been good at reading my mind so far, even when I had less obvious thoughts. I throw a quick glance at his jeans, and notice with satisfaction the bulge over his crotch.

Before I can act on that reassuring discovery, he walks to a piece of furniture, pulls away the huge sheet that covers it and wraps it around me, once, twice, before fastening it with a tight knot on the side. He steps out of his canvas shoes, opens his shirt and reveals a smooth chest underneath. “Come,” he says and takes my hand.

The sheet is too long and rushes over the floor behind me like a train. At a pace that's much too ambling for my taste right now, we make our way through long corridors, past oil paintings and stained mirrors. I feel like a princess. A wicked princess, mind you. I'm completely naked underneath my gown, and I want so much more than a chaste kiss from the prince.

The hardwood floor creaks underneath our steps: my stumpy toes, with small dots of raspberry-red nail varnish, looking even more chubby next to his slender, bony feet, their skin the same caramel color as the rest of his body.

I can't wait to see all of him.

Finally, Benedek stops at a dove-colored tapestry with
golden ornaments. He reaches for a small key, and only now do I detect a small handle in the flowery pattern. He brushes my hair behind my shoulders and gives me a long kiss. The key creaks in the lock and the door opens to a narrow, beaten staircase. He holds my hand as I stumble through the twilight. At its end shines a bright light and I can spot a joist ceiling. We reach the end of the stairs and I realize that we're in the steeple cupola on the mansion's rooftop. It's hot up here, and it smells of old wood warmed by the sun. The whole room gleams in the setting sun's light. Benedek opens a French door to the gallery leading around the cupola. He pulls the sheets from an armchair, a side table, a small cupboard, and with every piece of furniture he reveals, the room's former splendor comes to life again. Dust particles dance in the sunbeams, irritating my throat, but all my attention is caught by the huge bed that emerges now. It has a simple, refined, hazel-colored frame and a thick mattress covered in a green velveteen case.

Benedek sits down on the bed and motions me to him. He unwraps the sheet and pulls me closer to him. His breath tickles my skin. He kisses my belly, and his lips move over my stomach, up to my breasts. They trace every piece of skin they can reach and finally, seize my nipples. He encloses one and his arms hold me tightly as my knees get weak. One arm firmly around my waist, he moves his other hand between my legs. I arch my pelvis forward, pressing my pussy against his hand, and he obliges me. Long, deliberate strokes caress my pussy lips and circle my clit. He places more kisses on my stomach, starts licking at my belly button and rubs his nose over my skin. My moans are only sighs now, and they grow more and more frantic. Benedek stops his treat; he kisses a spot just above the hairline of my delta and lays me down on the bed. I pant and catch my breath while he undresses.

His smile shows only a hint of self-consciousness as he finally stands before the bed, bare-naked. I sit up and crawl to the edge of the bed. He moans when I cup his balls. I slide up to his body so that my breasts rub against his chest, and explore him with my lips: his nipples, his neck, his collarbone, the pits of his arms. His cock pokes my thigh. He buries his face in my hair and his moans become muffled breaths that are hot against my scalp.

I cover his body in kisses and taste the summer day on his skin, the warmth, the salt, the scent of Benedek.

When I continue to ignore his pleadings, he swoops me up in his arms and we lie down, entangled with each other. His lips find mine again, his fingers run over my body, along my waist. He cups one of my breasts in his palm and rolls me over. Little kisses are placed on my neck while his hand fondles my breast. He treats my body the way he has been treating me the whole day, with calm, focused attention. The need for me glimmers in his eyes, underneath the affection, but his caress is tender, so tender I wonder how he's able to hold back. And why.

“Please, Benedek…” I pant. “Let go.” He looks up. “I need you to let go,” I repeat and kiss him hard. My teeth graze his bottom lip, and I gently bite his lip.

He continues to stare at me, his breath heavy and hot on my cheeks. “Please…” I say again, and after another moment, the restraint vanishes from his eyes. He bends my arms above my head and pins me down. With a quick move, he licks over my lips. I raise my head, but Benedek retreats. He lowers his face again, presses a kiss on my lip and retreats once more. I whimper with frustration, and only now does he really kiss me. His tongue explores my mouth, lures me to follow it, and the grip of his hands around my wrists loosens.

I throw back my head as his lips wander down my body. His
tongue flickers over my nipple, his hand slips between my thighs. He finds my clit, he tweaks it, rolls it between his fingers, presses his thumb against it and makes me wait before he resumes the tease of his fingers. His eyes are dark now, his jawline tensed. Two fingers are pushed inside of me, and I scream as he crooks them and finds the spot that can send me over the edge.

He moves his fingers inside of me until I'm a bundle of whispers and moans in his arms. He pulls away, making me whimper once more, then he pushes himself inside of me, easily.

He stays still for a moment. I wonder if he wants me to beg, but when I open my eyes, the look on his face is tender and tamed. He strokes my temple with the back of his hand and starts rocking me slowly. A tremor runs through his body and resonates with mine. His body thrums with energy as he finds a rhythm in which we lose ourselves. The high builds in the pit of my stomach. I bury my fingers in Benedek's back, hoping with the last thought I can control that I won't scratch him too hard.

The air is heavy with gold and warmth. The last rays of sunshine bathe our writhing bodies in a flaming red shimmer, setting us ablaze. The sound of my name pierces the air and it takes me some moments to realize it was Benedek, calling out to me as he collapses in my arms.

I lie still, my face tucked against his chest, and watch the pink clouds turn colorless over the Mecsek Mountains. Crickets chirp in the gardens, and the air is getting crisp. I wrap myself around him. He draws lazy circles on my back with his thumb, and when they stop, I assume he's fallen asleep. My eyes are heavy too, despite the exhilaration still running through my veins.

“Julie?” he suddenly says, and props himself up on his arm.

I open my eyes and look into his face. I could get used to hearing my name said with that sexy Hungarian accent.

“Do you think you've found the place you were looking for?” His eyes search mine.

I think about his question for a few moments. There are so many answers I could give him. There are so many ways he could have meant it. Eventually, I tilt my head and lean in so I can reach his ear. “It's a perfect place,” I whisper, and place a kiss on his cheek. His mouth curls into a little smile. The delirious feeling that radiates from his smile makes my heart pound. “This chamber… Can it stay our secret?”

He reaches up to touch my face, traces lightly across my cheek and brushes a strand of hair behind my ears. “No camera crews rolling through?” he asks.

I nod. He rolls over and fumbles around with his clothes, scattered on the floor next to the bed. When he turns back to me again, there's a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. He opens my hand and places a small item into my palm. My heart races even harder. It's the brazen key that opens the tapestry door. “Take good care of it,” Benedek whispers. He closes my fingers around it, smirks and leans over to kiss me.

SOMETHING NEW

Giselle Renarde

“Any new ideas?” Elson asked.

He always pushed her to dream up something new, something they'd never tried before. Something they'd never even
discussed
.

“I don't know.” Kim cradled the phone against her shoulder and fluffed her pillows. “Let me think for a sec.”

It wasn't easy coming up with some kinky new move for each visit. In truth, Kim would have been happy with a straightforward fuck. She liked fucking. It was easy—he got on top, she spread her legs. Towering over her, he rutted like an animal until he filled her with come. Why couldn't they do that all the time?

“Hey, why don't we save
something new
for the wedding night?” Kim nestled into bed. The sheets were cold, and she loved how fresh they felt against her warm skin. “That'd be a nice treat, to go all out when we're finally married.”

That should buy her some time.

“I can't wait that long.” There was a pained sort of urgency in Elson's voice. “You living with your parents is driving me nuts. I think about you constantly. I sit at work and think about your pussy. And your mouth! Holy fuck, Kim, I pretend you're kneeling under my desk, begging me to unzip. Can you imagine sucking my cock in my office?”

“Enough, Elson. I'm on the house line.” Her voice came across harsh, but she worried one of her parents would pick up the phone and overhear these dirty words.

“See? Case in point.” He sounded more dismayed than disgruntled. “When you had your own place you never worried about what I said over the phone. Hell, you got dirtier than me half the time.”

Kim laughed. “No I didn't.”

“Well, you got pretty damn dirty. Remember that time you called me at two in the morning and begged me to spank your ass raw?”

“Elson!” She tried to shush him but couldn't make the
shh
sound because she was giggling too much. “Oh my god, I was so drunk that night.”

“I'd like to spank your ass right now.” Elson made a hissing sound over the phone, like the very thought was torture. “Your butt would burn. You'd wake the whole neighborhood screaming for me to stop.”

Kim's pussy pulsed, and she reached under the covers to cup her mound. “But you know why I moved back. You know how much money I'm saving in rent. It's not for
me
, it's for
us
. The more I save now, the more we can put down on a house.”

He was quiet for a while, feeling suitably chastised, Kim hoped.

“I know,” Elson finally said. “You're right, it's just hard. It puts such a cramp on our love life. You should spend your
nights at my place. Do you honestly think your parents believe you're a virgin at thirty-two?”

“Yes,” she shot back. “It's stupid, but you're always your father's daughter, you know?”

Of course Elson didn't know. How could he possibly understand?

“You're still coming over tomorrow, right?”

“Yes.” Her clit throbbed at the thought of his big body on top of hers, that firm cock thrusting deep in her cunt. “Can't wait.”