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Authors: Carol Swan

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She felt his hardness grow between his legs and her underwear against her crotch. They were still kissing passionately. Finally, he pulled off her bra and started taking each nipple in turns between his lips and teeth. She shivered, and her nipples grew harder, like little pips.

He began to move his kisses lower, along her torso and belly, and stopped immediately before the place where her underwear started. He then sat up, and pulled them off. He stood up and removed his boxers, too. He was fully erect, and he went back to lying on top of her and rubbed himself against her, teasing her, until she said, “Please.”

They made love hungrily and passionately for the first time. After a few minutes of this position he pulled her up, and had her kneel on the couch, facing backwards, and he entered her. His heavy breath was on her neck, giving her goose bumps. He made love to her in this position as if he had wanted her for a long time and this was his only chance to take her.

When they were finished, they both collapsed, exhausted, in a pile of sweat and limbs and heavy breathing on the couch.

After cuddling for a few minutes, she got dressed and went back to work as if nothing had happened. But before she left, he asked her when he would see her again.

“I’ll call you,” she replied. He laughed a skeptical laugh, like he expected her not to.

That evening she called him, inviting him over to her place. He came with some flowers and a bottle of wine. They sat drinking on her balcony. She put on some soft jazz and a lace and silk night gown. She danced for him, her soft curls falling over her face and back. She wound her body slowly, moving to the music, and holding his gaze.

He stood up to join her, and he placed one arm around her waist and took the other hand in his hand. He kissed her as they moved, their hips moving in unison, their crotches pressed against each other, building the anticipation and excitement. After a few minutes of dancing like this, he led her to her room.

She had placed fresh, white, crisp sheets on her bed in anticipation of this moment. They lay down on the bed, side-by-side and facing each other. They continued kissing and she placed one leg over him and another under him so that he was sandwiched between her legs.

In a sudden moment, he flipped over onto his back with her sitting atop him, with her crotch pressed down onto his, but they were still dressed. She started to undo his tie, then unbuttoned and removed his shirt. With both his tie and shirt, she tied each of his arms to the posts of her bed. Next she undid his belt, removed his shoes and socks and pulled off his trousers, then his boxers. Being tied up had excited him, and he was fully erect already.

She went down on her knees in front of his manhood and started kissing and sucking it. He closed his eyes and moaned from the warmth and wetness in her mouth. She then moved upwards, kissing his navel, then his belly, then his torso, moving upwards to his neck and then finally their lips met.

This time around, Leah was the more forceful one, and she had lost all inhibitions. She straddled him with each of her legs on his side as if he was a horse. Her crotch was pressed down on his, but she still wore her underwear. She enjoyed the thrill and the power of being in charge and teasing him. One of the most powerful men in the world was underneath her, and he was clearly enjoying her dominance.

She kept lowering herself hard onto his crotch, then back again, until he began to say, “Please. Please. More.” She pulled off her nightgown and he marveled at the view of her shapely, rounded breasts with their small pink nipples. Leah moved with the elegance of a wild cat, and he grew harder just watching her.

She went to the kitchen for what seemed like forever and returned with a glass of ice. She placed one cube in her mouth and bent down to kiss him. They played with the ice, passing it between each other’s mouths. At times, she would take it between her teeth and rub it against his lips. When it had melted, she took another cube and also placed it between her teeth. She rubbed it along his ear lobes, down his neck, onto his chest, downwards towards his belly button. It left a trail of melted water behind it. Next she brought it closer to his crotch and began rubbing it up and down his shaft and he shuddered from the sensation.

He loved it.

Finally, after she felt she had teased him enough, she crouched down on him, and straddled him again like a horse.

When they were finished, she untied him and they lay in bed, cuddling until they fell asleep. In the morning, she woke up before him and was brewing some coffee and pancakes when he walked into the kitchen dressed only in his boxers.

He walked to her, lowered his head to meet her lips, and his hands grabbed her buttocks, pulling her up to meet him. He lifted her until her legs were wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck. He walked her over to her small kitchen table and seated her on it. They continued kissing, their tongues playing and dancing together, moving in and out of each other’s mouth.

With her one hand, she reached down into his boxers and began stroking him. As she did so, he leaned her down so that she lay spread across the table.

Ethan took one breast in each of his hands and began massaging them the way he had learned excited her. Next, he pulled his boxers down and entered her. He had woken with a strong desire for her, and she could feel it in his passion and intensity.

He fucked her thoroughly
.

Thrusting like a madman, he was not content to let his cock alone please her. He reached his right hand down and pressed two fingers up against her clit, and with each thrust, rubbed it fiercely. Leah climaxed in no time flat.

At this point, Leah was dripping wet and being fucked like never before. Ethan, having given her two orgasms and watched her back arch with pleasure, couldn’t hold his own any longer. He slid his throbbing totem out of her dripping wet pussy and ejaculated all over her chest and stomach. Leah was happy to receive her gift.

After his release, he leaned down to give her a sweet kiss.

After showering, they had coffee and pancakes together. She called in sick to the office, at his insistence, as they wanted to spend the day together. He went to his apartment to get a fresh change of clothes and they met in Central Park. She had packed a picnic basket as they had agreed to. They met at one of the entrances and held hands as they walked together in the park. It was a beautiful, warm, spring day and they planned to spend it lying in the sun and enjoying each other’s company.

When they found a quiet spot, they set a blanket down and poured some wine. She sat upright, and he placed his head on her lap. As they chatted, she ran her fingers through his hair and it occurred to her that her feelings were more than just sexual or physical.

That moment of realization brought her anxiety back, and she became silent and shy again. He noticed and looked at her with a puzzle on his face.

“What’s wrong?” he asked

“Nothing, I’m fine.”

“No, really, tell me.”

“I….,” she stammered.

The same realization dawned on his face
.

“I feel the same way.” Ethan reassured her.

He sat up, took her face in both of his hands and kissed her gently.

They spent that afternoon on the blanket being affectionate and tender in their touches, giving each other constant kisses and caresses. They lay there drinking, eating, kissing, talking and touching until the sun was going down. They decided to leave the park, and as they walked through the paths surrounded by blossoming, colorful trees, the sun shone a bright orange and pink sunset glow in the sky.

They decided they wanted to make love in the dusk, and they hurriedly tried to find a private secluded area.

They found an alcove type place amongst the rocks and trees. They lay down their blanket again. This time, they didn’t get fully naked.

Ethan lifted up her skirt and stuck his head underneath. He pulled her panties down and began licking the outer edges of her warmth. Leah gasped with pleasure.

Oh my god. That feels so good.

Ethan moved his tongue against her clit, up and down at first, then left, right, left, left… and found just the right spot.

Jesus Christ! How is he doing that?

Leah’s back arched as she reached an intense climax.

Ethan dropped his trousers to his knees, slid his hard cock underneath her skirt, and they made love like rebellious, love-sick teenagers afraid of being caught by their parents.

Leah climaxed again, this time miraculously from penetration alone, and asked Ethan a question.

“Finish in my mouth? Please?” Leah looked up at him.

Ethan smiled.

Ethan slid his hard cock into Leah’s welcoming mouth and began thrusting gently. He felt climax approaching, and out of nowhere, Leah reached up with her right hand and began rubbing his cock furiously. At this sudden realization, he climaxed like thunder, sending his seed all over Leah’s warm mouth.

She was happy to receive it.

When they were finished, they emerged from their new hiding place and walked out of the park holding hands, ready for the future.

Together
.

 

 

 

The Billionaire in the Library – Michael

 

“You might like this.”

I looked up from the textbook I’d had my nose buried in for the last hour. A man stood across from me, holding a book. I read the title and blushed, my cheeks turning slightly crimson. It was a copy of
Delta of Venus
by Anais Nin.

“How would you know if I even like erotica?” I responded.

He smiled and pulled out a chair, dropping gracefully into it. “Mind if I join you?”

“You already have.”

I couldn’t help but smile at him, at his disarming good looks—brown eyes that made me melt—and at the way he seemed so at ease. At the way he just invited himself into my life. I was pretty sure he wasn’t a professor at the college, and I was damned sure he wasn’t a student. He looked overdressed for a casual visit to the library. Not many students wore what looked like a tailor-made suit.

He reached across the table, flipping the book in front of me closed for a moment, reading the title upside down.

“I think erotica might be more interesting than botany.”

“I’m sure it is. However, botany pays the bills at the moment. I work part-time at the Wallace Estate. They have done an overhaul of the gardens this summer.”

“I know the place. Not a bad gig, if you like getting dirty.” His smile was perfect and disarming, and he had one eyebrow raised. He was mysterious and handsome, and utterly charming … and he was
flirting
with me.

“Was that innuendo?”

“More like a double entendre.” He leaned back in his chair.

“Touché.” I closed the book.

He flashed me a devilish grin. Something inside of me began to unwind. He was handsome, and I was drawn to him. He possessed the type of charisma and confidence without arrogance that few men have.

He leaned forward, holding my gaze with those deep emerald eyes. “Would you like to get some coffee?”

I looked down at my book, the notes I’d been taking. Suddenly botany seemed pointless and dull.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t catch your name.”

“Michael.” He held out his hand and I took it. The part of me that had come undone unraveled a little further. No guy that looked like this had ever paid any attention to me, to the botany student hiding in the back row of class.

“I’m Lacey. Y-yes, I’d love to grab coffee.” I’d just agreed to blow off an afternoon of classes for an impromptu date with a handsome stranger.

He held my hand longer than necessary for a polite greeting, but I didn’t mind. I liked the way I’d gotten a little breathless, a little flustered, and a bit giddy. A few butterflies were fluttering around in my stomach. It was a pleasant sensation.

But the rest of the library patrons were apparently not happy with our little meet-and-greet. A few shot us dirty looks, and one gave us the dreaded librarian’s shush. None of this seemed to bother Michael in the least. He was focused entirely on me.

There was something about this man, aside from his handsome face, that drew me in, made me want to discover all that I possibly could about him. The outside package—dark hair, emerald eyes, chiseled features—probably got him any woman he wanted, but he was here, talking to me. I wanted to know why he was interested in me.

“I know a place. Or…”

He was still holding my hand. Turning it over, palm up, he traced a line across my palm, both of us watching the path he took. I drew in a sharp breath. The feeling of his soft touch gently grazing my skin. It was a tiny movement, a simple gesture, but it had me hooked. He lifted his eyes and met mine.

“My place is just around the corner.”

I blinked in surprise. I was being propositioned. For a minute I was speechless. No one propositioned me, ever. At least I think I was being propositioned. Part of me, a big part, hoped I was right.

He held my gaze, looking at me levelly, waiting for me to decide. I nodded.

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