Misguided:Short Erotic Romantic Suspense (Adult Erotica for Women) by Kenzi Costello Read Free Book Online Page B

a
cold shiver. When his fingers brush down to my panties, gently running under
the rim, I agonise over whether I should allow him access to an area that had,
until now, been exclusive to Ethan. I shift my position slightly, sliding my
legs over one another in arousal, and an indistinct murmur leaves my lips. It’s
enough to alert him that I am semi-awake.
    Maybe I’m
having a brief encounter rather than a sordid one night stand? Yes, that sounds
much more poetic.
    My thoughts
momentarily lead me back to the honeymoon days of heated hankerings with Ethan,
exhilarating days, excitable nights, and the unconquerable urgency to tear each
other’s clothes off. No effort, no imagination, was ever needed in the
beginning. Unabashed lust alone was the impetus that propelled our attraction
for one another. Back then we always felt that neither of us could breathe
without the other. I guess the passage of time and the onset of familiarity has
changed all that, and nowadays, what seems like spontaneous sex would take a
lot more planning than I’d imagined.
    The stranger
dips his hand inside the front of my panties, his hot breath wafting down my
neck in short bursts. He glides his fingers over my mound and between my
thighs, their clamminess affirming my arousal, whetting his appetite further.
It was enlightening to finally discover the appeal of one-off illicit sex. It’s
the thrilling touch of foreign hands sweeping over your flesh, the naughtiness
of allowing your libido to overpower your morals with it’s carnal demands and
the sense of empowerment in playing out a fantasy of unadulterated erotica for
one perfect night.
    He tugs down
at my underwear, my only protection, eager to continue his intrusion. I
re-position myself to make his job easier and my co-operation disturbs and
thrills me at the same time as his touch begins to feel more and more like
erotic agony. He yanks them off sharply at my ankles, discarding them to the
floor. I begin to palpitate; the muggy air is stifling me but it’s difficult to
say whether I’m having a panic attack or just feeling a surge of delirium. I find
that despite my distress I still long for his embrace, to feel womanly again,
to feel desired. What I find more frightening is that in reality, I want him to
exploit me.
    As soon as my panties touch the
floor, he is descending under the sheets. He begins to softly pat his lips
against my stomach, trailing down the centre of my belly-button. He traces his
tongue around my pubic bone, clothing it in sweet moisture, each lick singeing
my skin and I moan with a randy affliction.
    His velvety
kisses encircle my pelvis, and he tentatively draws apart my legs. His mouth
reaches down to my inner thighs, lingering on their damp flesh and then
nuzzling his head in tight between them, inhaling deeply. His slight stubble
grazes lightly against my skin; each prickle kindles the fire blazing though my
body and I wonder if I’m experiencing the start of spontaneous combustion.
    My recent Hollywood wax has
stripped my mound to reveal a silky smoothness and as he explores my pounding
groin, his hums of contentment announce his appreciation at my intimate
grooming. My back arcs involuntarily and my hands grasp fiercely at the sheets
beneath me, gathering them up in my fists. The enjoyment continues longer than
I have experienced before. ‘This man must be breathing through his ears,’ I
scream in my head , ‘How long can he stay down there?’
    My hips
begin to flex as I hanker for more and more of this heavenly sensation. I’m
feeling on the brink but preferring to prolong my body’s craving for satiation,
(self-discipline learnt from Ethan) I tug at my lover’s cropped hair,
signalling for him to rise up.
    Instead, he
moves further down the bed pulling harshly at my legs and I disappear under the
sheets. I feel claustrophobic and a little anxious. W hat the hell is he
doing? He drags me down until my legs are hanging over the edge of the bed.
Suddenly,