this
friend?” “He runs...or at least he did
seven years ago...a club just outside of town for clients who are into BDSM. He’s very discrete.” She raised one shapely eyebrow. “And just what are his special rooms?” I had to
chuckle. “His special rooms are rooms
where couples or even small groups can go for more privacy . Each room is
specially equipped with various toys like the ones you saw in that book.” “Small groups?” She asked
nervously. I gently brushed a lock of
hair behind her ear. “Don’t worry,
babe. No one else is allowed in unless
you invite them.” “So…you’ll be the one
who…” I leaned in and brushed my lips gently
across hers. “If anyone is going to
paddle your sweet little ass, it’s going to be me.”
Unable to stop myself, I crushed
my mouth down over hers. Tugging gently
on her silky curls, I pulled her closer and wrapped my arms around her. My tongue outlined her succulent lips as I
nibbled gently at the corner of her mouth. She gave a sexy little gasp, parting her lips
and allowing my tongue to slip inside. She tasted of chocolate and Meri, decadent and sweet. Her tongue dueled with mine, sliding slickly,
sensuously in that age-old dance of love and want. I groaned deep in my throat and pulled her
even closer. Her hands roamed over my
neck, my shoulders, my chest, lighting a fire deep inside me. “Grant,” she moaned into my mouth. “Please…I need…” I dragged my mouth from hers and spread tiny
kisses along her jaw to her ear. “Tell
me, baby. What do you need?” “You. I need you.”
My
hands roamed down her back, caressing her spine, before they slipped under the
hem of her tank top. Caressing her bare
skin, I slowly moved my hands up her ribcage until I could cup her beautiful
breasts through her lacy bra. I flicked
my thumbs across her nipples and she jerked in my arms, gasping my name. She grabbed almost frantically at the hem of
my t-shirt, raising it. I helped her
pull it over my head and off as her tiny hands danced over my bare chest, fueling
the fire inside me. She brushed her
fingers across my nipples and I gasped, pulling her impossibly closer. Shifting positions, Meri threw one leg across
my legs, straddling my lap, her hot core pressed tight against my raging
erection. If not for her yoga pants and
my sweats, I could have slipped deep inside her, something I’ve dreamed of for
so long.
My
hands left her beautiful breasts, curling around her back. Sliding my hands down the back of her pants,
I cupped her sweet, full bottom and squeezed, making her moan and rock her hips
against mine. In the distance, I could
hear the ringing of a telephone. Pulling
back, she looked at me and groaned. “That’s my cell phone.” “Let it
ring,” I practically begged. She rested
her forehead on mine, her eyes still glazed with lust and need. “I can’t. No one would call this late unless it was an emergency. I need to answer.” Sliding off my lap, she grabbed her phone off
the small table by the door. “Hello?” Listening, I saw her
body go stiff with shock. Something’s wrong. “Are…are you sure? Who would do such a thing?” Standing, I wrapped my arms around her from
behind. “What’s wrong, babe?” I whispered quietly. She grasped my hand tightly while listening
to the person on the other end. “I’ll be
right there.” Hanging up the phone, she
turned to me, tears glistening in her eyes.
Meredith
My
heart was beating so hard, I felt as if it would burst out of my chest. Finally. I was in Grant’s arms the way I’d always
wanted to be. I straddled his lap, my
hot, wet sex pressed tight against his very hard and…sizeable…erection. If not
for our clothing, he could have slid deep inside me, just like I’d always
dreamed. He slid his large hands
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