Ecstasy
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Doing just that, suspended in mid-air, she positioned the tip of his c**k between her thighs. Wanting to remember the sensation of his c**k entering her for the first time, she slid his head around on her lips, on her clit, until he was drenched with her juices. She could tell he wanted to plunge himself into her as hard and fast as he could, and she admired his restraint and the way he let her pace their lovemaking.
Slowly, painstakingly, Claire slid the first inch of him into her, and as she stretched to accommodate his cock, she felt herself on the verge of another orgasm. Right there on the edge, she slid in another inch while Luke held her up against the wall, poised on his c**k as if she weighed no more than a fly.
Unable to wait another second, she let gravity pull her down onto the last eight inches. Nothing had ever felt so good to her in her whole life and she fell into the second biggest orgasm she’d ever had as Luke squeezed her ass cheeks while lifting her up and down, sliding his c**k in and out of her.
Pulling his head back to look deep into her eyes, he said, “I’ve always loved you,” and then pumped into her, all the way to the hilt, rocking back and forth rapidly as he shot his seed deep within her. Claire went straight from two orgasms into three, even as her heart filled with the deepest joy she’d ever known.
Charlie saved his file and rubbed the tired muscles on the back of his neck with his hands. “Too bad real life can’t be like my books,” he muttered, trying to remember when the last time was he’d actually had sex.
“Ancient history,” he grunted as he got up to take a shower. He had another blind date tonight, but he didn’t have any higher hopes for this one than the multitude of other dates he’d been on in the past five years.
In fact, he wouldn’t be surprised if all of the single women in San Francisco had been spreading the word about him, to warn each other off, in a show of female solidarity.
He let the scalding stream of water pulsate against his chest as he tried to shake off his depression. “She’s out there. She's got to be.” His words reverberated against the tiled shower walls. Drying off and dressing quickly in chinos and a polo shirt, he slipped on his watch and grabbed his wallet and car keys.
Right on time he pulled up to the café and was pleased when he saw the cute blond sitting alone in a booth by the window. Getting out of his car, he walked up to her and held out his hand in greeting.
“Hi. I’m Charlie. Are you Sophie?”
The blond nodded happily. “I sure am,” she drawled in a light Texas accent.
They ordered white wine and chatted as they sipped their drinks, beginning the process of getting to know each other better. Charlie could tell that Sophie liked what she’d seen so far. She wasn’t so bad herself, and he hoped that she would be more open-minded than the last thirty or forty women he’d dated.
“So,” she asked coyly, “what do you do all day? Your friend Bob didn’t tell me much about your line of work. Is it something top secret?” she asked hopefully, all the while eyeing the platinum band of his watch, taking in the expensive label on his shirt, and the faded leather of his $500 Italian loafers.
Charlie smiled engagingly. “I’m a writer.”
“Ooohhh,” she said. “How exciting. What do you write? Mysteries? Action?”
“Actually,” he said, striving for a confident tone, “I write erotica.”
The silence was deafening. Not bothering to hide her sneer, his blind date said, “You’re a p**n o writer?”
Charlie cleared his throat. “No, I write sensual romance. Women make up 99% of my audience. It’s really quite…”
But before he could get another word out, his date stood up, said “You pervert!” and splashed her entire glass of ice water on his face. Then she grabbed her purse and stomped out on her four-inch heels, her tight little ass wiggling in outrage all the way down the street.
Charlie wiped the shards of ice off of his face and chest, while the waitstaff openly laughed at him.
“That’s a first,” he muttered to himself as he stood up and headed for his car.
Usually his blind dates were satisfied with looking scandalized and making excuses about getting home early because the babysitter called with an emergency. At the very least, he had to give Sophie points for originality.
But no matter how he tried to frame the situation, he was sure of one thing: he wasn’t getting any closer to finding the woman of his dreams.
Chapter Two
Evan laid Sara against the silk sheets and stood back to admire the way the firelight danced off of her creamy skin. She was the sweetest girl in the world, and he’d been waiting years for this moment.
Sara’s cheeks were rosy and she nervously licked her pink, delicious mouth. “Are you going to take your clothes off too?” she asked him innocently.
Evan smiled and kneeled at the side of the bed between her legs. He didn’t want to frighten her any more than she already was, but he was having a hell of a time trying to rein in his passion.
It pleased him immeasurably to know that Sara was a virgin, and that she had been saving herself for him, for their wedding night. He had waited so long for this night, for her to finally grow up. Of course, even though he had spent the past several years walking away from their chaste kisses and straight into cold showers, he had been with his fair share of women. But he always knew, no matter how good the sex was with these other women, he was simply releasing pent-up steam and honing his skills for the one woman who really mattered.
“I am, sweetheart,” he said, stroking her hand lightly with his own. “But first I want you to experience deep pleasure.”
“Oh, I have Evan. Your kisses are incredible,” she sighed, trying to sit up so that she could kiss him again.
Getting up onto one knee, he leaned towards her and captured her mouth in a passionate, scintillating kiss. “Kissing is only the beginning,” he said, promise in his eyes.
Sara opened her mouth into a darling “o” and blushed prettily. “Should I be doing anything?” she asked hesitantly, and Evan was touched by how much she wanted to please him.
“Oh my darling,” he said, pushing his hands into her silky blond hair. “Just lay back against those pillows and I’ll do the rest.” Kissing her again lightly, he said, “And remember, there’s nothing to be afraid of, because I love you and this is how I want to show you my love.”
Sara followed his instructions and lay back against the pillows. He ran kisses down her neck and got caught up in worshiping her br**sts.
Slowly, painstakingly, Claire slid the first inch of him into her, and as she stretched to accommodate his cock, she felt herself on the verge of another orgasm. Right there on the edge, she slid in another inch while Luke held her up against the wall, poised on his c**k as if she weighed no more than a fly.
Unable to wait another second, she let gravity pull her down onto the last eight inches. Nothing had ever felt so good to her in her whole life and she fell into the second biggest orgasm she’d ever had as Luke squeezed her ass cheeks while lifting her up and down, sliding his c**k in and out of her.
Pulling his head back to look deep into her eyes, he said, “I’ve always loved you,” and then pumped into her, all the way to the hilt, rocking back and forth rapidly as he shot his seed deep within her. Claire went straight from two orgasms into three, even as her heart filled with the deepest joy she’d ever known.
Charlie saved his file and rubbed the tired muscles on the back of his neck with his hands. “Too bad real life can’t be like my books,” he muttered, trying to remember when the last time was he’d actually had sex.
“Ancient history,” he grunted as he got up to take a shower. He had another blind date tonight, but he didn’t have any higher hopes for this one than the multitude of other dates he’d been on in the past five years.
In fact, he wouldn’t be surprised if all of the single women in San Francisco had been spreading the word about him, to warn each other off, in a show of female solidarity.
He let the scalding stream of water pulsate against his chest as he tried to shake off his depression. “She’s out there. She's got to be.” His words reverberated against the tiled shower walls. Drying off and dressing quickly in chinos and a polo shirt, he slipped on his watch and grabbed his wallet and car keys.
Right on time he pulled up to the café and was pleased when he saw the cute blond sitting alone in a booth by the window. Getting out of his car, he walked up to her and held out his hand in greeting.
“Hi. I’m Charlie. Are you Sophie?”
The blond nodded happily. “I sure am,” she drawled in a light Texas accent.
They ordered white wine and chatted as they sipped their drinks, beginning the process of getting to know each other better. Charlie could tell that Sophie liked what she’d seen so far. She wasn’t so bad herself, and he hoped that she would be more open-minded than the last thirty or forty women he’d dated.
“So,” she asked coyly, “what do you do all day? Your friend Bob didn’t tell me much about your line of work. Is it something top secret?” she asked hopefully, all the while eyeing the platinum band of his watch, taking in the expensive label on his shirt, and the faded leather of his $500 Italian loafers.
Charlie smiled engagingly. “I’m a writer.”
“Ooohhh,” she said. “How exciting. What do you write? Mysteries? Action?”
“Actually,” he said, striving for a confident tone, “I write erotica.”
The silence was deafening. Not bothering to hide her sneer, his blind date said, “You’re a p**n o writer?”
Charlie cleared his throat. “No, I write sensual romance. Women make up 99% of my audience. It’s really quite…”
But before he could get another word out, his date stood up, said “You pervert!” and splashed her entire glass of ice water on his face. Then she grabbed her purse and stomped out on her four-inch heels, her tight little ass wiggling in outrage all the way down the street.
Charlie wiped the shards of ice off of his face and chest, while the waitstaff openly laughed at him.
“That’s a first,” he muttered to himself as he stood up and headed for his car.
Usually his blind dates were satisfied with looking scandalized and making excuses about getting home early because the babysitter called with an emergency. At the very least, he had to give Sophie points for originality.
But no matter how he tried to frame the situation, he was sure of one thing: he wasn’t getting any closer to finding the woman of his dreams.
Chapter Two
Evan laid Sara against the silk sheets and stood back to admire the way the firelight danced off of her creamy skin. She was the sweetest girl in the world, and he’d been waiting years for this moment.
Sara’s cheeks were rosy and she nervously licked her pink, delicious mouth. “Are you going to take your clothes off too?” she asked him innocently.
Evan smiled and kneeled at the side of the bed between her legs. He didn’t want to frighten her any more than she already was, but he was having a hell of a time trying to rein in his passion.
It pleased him immeasurably to know that Sara was a virgin, and that she had been saving herself for him, for their wedding night. He had waited so long for this night, for her to finally grow up. Of course, even though he had spent the past several years walking away from their chaste kisses and straight into cold showers, he had been with his fair share of women. But he always knew, no matter how good the sex was with these other women, he was simply releasing pent-up steam and honing his skills for the one woman who really mattered.
“I am, sweetheart,” he said, stroking her hand lightly with his own. “But first I want you to experience deep pleasure.”
“Oh, I have Evan. Your kisses are incredible,” she sighed, trying to sit up so that she could kiss him again.
Getting up onto one knee, he leaned towards her and captured her mouth in a passionate, scintillating kiss. “Kissing is only the beginning,” he said, promise in his eyes.
Sara opened her mouth into a darling “o” and blushed prettily. “Should I be doing anything?” she asked hesitantly, and Evan was touched by how much she wanted to please him.
“Oh my darling,” he said, pushing his hands into her silky blond hair. “Just lay back against those pillows and I’ll do the rest.” Kissing her again lightly, he said, “And remember, there’s nothing to be afraid of, because I love you and this is how I want to show you my love.”
Sara followed his instructions and lay back against the pillows. He ran kisses down her neck and got caught up in worshiping her br**sts.
