Her Book Of Pleasure

She gritted her teeth and tried to bring her thighs together, but he was lodged firmly between them. He bent and blew on her.

“All right, all right! Please.” She rolled her eyes as she said it, making a false show of protest when she was desperate to have him touch her.

He grinned, as if he knew what that bit of submission cost her. “That’s better.” He ran a finger around her damp opening, lubricating her clit with her own juices. His strokes were hard and fast, stroking her and playing with her. Hard pressure built, tiny pulses wracking her body.

“I must be doing a good job, pussycat, ’cause you’re getting all sleek and shiny.”

She opened her eyes. His face was only inches from her sex, the black hair glistening with moisture.

He inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring at the scent of her desire. “Some pussycats love to get wet.” He slipped a finger between her drenched folds. “Like you.”

“I want you inside me.” She tried to tug at him, but he shook his head.

“Not yet.” A devilish look crossed his face. “What do pussycats like best?”

“Who cares?” She was burning, crazy to come with his thick cock inside her.

He pulled her panties off, tugging them past her high heels and spreading her thighs wide. “A nice, long tongue bath.”

His hot, wet tongue thrust inside her and Meg cried out. He rubbed his nose over her clit, making her see stars. His mouth worked her relentlessly, lapping at her until she melted.

Waves of pleasure rolled into her belly and breasts. Her heels dug into the sheets, bowing her shoulders into the mattress as she thrashed her head on the soft pillow.

He lifted his face from her and she clutched his head in protest. “Touch your nipples, pussycat.”

She obeyed, rolling the stiff peaks between her thumb and fingers, mindless of anything but his lips on her. He lowered his mouth to her clit and sucked her deep, humming vibrating murmurs of pleasure.

“Now who’s purring, big guy?”

He grinned at her, his mouth slick. “We’re past purring—time for you to scream.”

Two of his fingers slipped inside her, filling and stretching her. He flicked his tongue over her clit and pushed his fingers in and out. She ground her hips against his face. The liquid sounds of their passion caught her in a torrent and plunged her over a dark waterfall, her scream echoing to the bottom.

Meg’s eyelids were too relaxed to open as she heard Rick go into the bathroom. Every bone in her body had melted into the fluffy bed. She needed something to stiffen her up, and Rick was the man for the job.

RICK WIPED HIS MOUTH on a hotel towel and shed the rest of his clothing before digging into his bag for a condom. He didn’t usually go down on a woman the first time he had sex with her, preferring to leave that until they got to know each other’s bodies. But it was a night for firsts all around. Michiko responded to him like no one else had, coming with his mouth on her as if they’d been lovers for months, not minutes. He practically sprinted from the bathroom, a strip of condoms dangling from his hand. He skidded to a stop, staring at her exotic, erotic beauty. She had been so tight around his fingers he wondered desperately if he could fit inside her. He ripped open the condom package with his teeth and slid the latex over his penis.

“Wow.” Her green eyes were wide.

“I’ll be careful, I promise. I’ll go slow.” He practically babbled in his eagerness to sheathe himself in her.

She spread her legs, showing him her wet pink sex framed with black silky hair. “I’d like it better if you go fast.”

“Thank you.” He practically dove on top of her, catching his weight on his forearms just in time to keep from crushing her. Shifting his hips, he sank into her hot depths. She tightened around him, and he had to fight from coming right then. She gave a moan. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, Rick.” She twisted under him, her tiny muscles clenching his cock until he wanted to throw back his head and howl. Her sleek legs wrapped around his waist as he plunged and withdrew. He stopped for a second to grab for control and she spiked him in the ass with one of her high heels.

“Ouch!”

“Keep going!”

Served him right for having her wear the sexy shoes to bed. Although he was on top, she tried to take the upper hand. He angled his thrusts, pushing deep and shallow, building her desire then easing her down. He pulled all the way out and brushed the head of his shaft across her moist folds.

She was close to coming again, squirming and moaning despite his teasing. A peach-colored flush spread from her breasts to her face, her mouth gasping and rosy. “More, more.”

“Not until you’re ready.” He slid over her clit, his balls rubbing against the entrance to her slick passage.

She raised her head and bit his nipple.

He reared back in shock, inadvertently driving his cock deep inside her. Locking her legs around him, she lifted her ass and grabbed his balls with her hand.

“Michiko!” He threw away all pretence of finesse and slammed against her. Her hot sheath contracted around him as she rubbed her diamond-tipped breasts against his chest. Her fingers cupped his sac, squeezing and molding him until he swelled and threaten to burst. He gritted his teeth, anxious to get her to climax before he lost it.

He balanced on one forearm and rubbed the swollen nub right above where his body joined hers. She gave a short scream and scratched her nails across his shoulders. He winced, but the stinging sensations spurred a fresh rush of blood to his cock. He fingered her harder and nipped at her neck. She thrashed her head as he licked her earlobe, whispering dark, erotic words into the curve of her ear. “Come hard for me, so my cock can explode in your slick little pussy.”

Michiko emitted a wordless cry as she shuddered under him, her tight wetness sucking him in with thousands of tiny pulsations.

He lost control and pounded against her, sinking into a sensual abyss. Just as he was drowning in her mysterious depths, he shattered, calling her name in a long groan. The waves of his orgasm buffeted him until he could hardly breathe.

She held him tight as he gasped for air and collapsed on top of her. The salty scent of sex rose around them. He withdrew carefully, disposing of the condom before he rolled over.

“Rick?” She leaned over him, her thick hair tickling his face. “Are you okay?”

“Mmmm.” He pulled her onto his chest, nuzzling her soft neck and breathing in her spicy perfume. “Better than okay.”

“Me, too.” She rested her cheek on his shoulder. “I’m so glad we did this tonight.”

That sounded like she wasn’t planning on seeing him again. “Tonight and many more, sweetheart,” he emphasized. She’d wrung him dry and he couldn’t stay awake any longer. “Need a quick nap.” He yawned. “We’ll go back to the reception together.”

She nodded sleepily. “Back to the reception.”

He drifted into oblivion, dreaming of the gorgeous woman he held in his arms.

3

MEG OPENED HER EYES slowly and slammed them shut as the dimly lit room spun. Too much damn sangria and whiskey. What a revolting combination. Having Rick’s heavy arm slung across her middle didn’t help, either. She eased from under him and pushed up from the king-size bed. He slept on his stomach, limp with exhaustion.

She wished she could hop back into bed with him, sleep all night and wake him with a round of morning nooky. She had to content herself with brushing away the lock of hair that had fallen over his forehead. He stirred at her touch.

She froze as he rolled over, his big body sprawling across the mattress. Her mouth grew dry as the sheet slipped below his belly button, the bulge of his penis outlined in 300-thread count cotton. She wished they could’ve had more time together, more time for her to fully explore his body, touch all the secret places that drove him wild, drive him over the edge with her mouth.

But there was no time for that, despite how her previously sated flesh quickened at the sight of him.

He reached to where she’d been sleeping and murmured something. Was it her name? He quieted, falling into a deeper sleep.

Her gaze flew to the red numbers on the clock radio. It was 11:00 p.m. She’d been gone for over two hours. Where were her clothes? Okay, her bridesmaid’s dress lay on the chair. She wriggled into the wrinkled green thing, which now resembled a wilted lettuce leaf. Yanking the zipper, she stuffed her breasts inside the bodice. Her hair was a disaster. Her tiny purse didn’t contain a comb, and she felt weird about borrowing Rick’s. Pretty strange, since they’d already done plenty of things more intimate than that.

Her stockings were a write-off too, since Rick had ripped off the elastic bands as he thrust inside her. Her shoes could wait until she got downstairs, but where was her underwear?