She snatched up the phone, breathless with nerves.
“In the flesh. Or at least I wish I was. How was book group?”
“Oh, well, we got to talking and didn’t get around to discussing the book.”
“Should I be afraid to ask what you were talking about?”
“I guess there’s no harm in telling you that you and our sex life was the primary topic of conversation.”
“Why am I not surprised? What is it about ladies getting together that it always ends up being about sex.”
“What else is there?”
“I can’t quite see the various female Professors of English and Economics waxing on about the vagaries of competitive sports.”
“Really? We ladies can be quite naughty once we get going. In fact we had a very illuminating comparison of sexual implements that you probably would have found educational.”
“You mean you talked about sex toys.”
“Interesting. So did this conversation get you all hot and bothered? Do we need to take care of that right now? What are you wearing?”
“Give me a minute.” She put down the phone and peeled off her clothes with a tipsy giggle. “Okay. Ask me again.”
“What are you wearing, Professor?”
“That’s my girl. How about you pick out your favorite toy and make yourself comfortable.”
A few minutes later she had eagerly pulled out her favorite vibrator and lay stretched out on across the sofa, the phone cord stretched to its limits.
“What have you got there?”
“Is it one of those little bitty things or is it one of those monsters.”
“It’s a big one.”
“Excellent. Put it in.”
She rubbed the head of the silicon vibrator between her legs. She was already wet. Just thinking of him had made her slick. She slid the vibrator in, relishing the twinge as she stretched around it, still wonderfully sore from hours of sex with him the prior night.
“Is it in?”
“How does it feel.”
“Good – but not as good as you feel inside me.”
“Close your eyes and imagine it’s me.”
“What are you doing?”
“I’ve got my cock in my hand and we’ll play together. Now just lie there and enjoy yourself and I’ll do all the work.”
“Mmm. All right.” She turned the vibrator to its lowest setting and the humming inside her made her purr.
“Sounds like you’re happy?”
“I’m stroking my cock. I’m hard for you. I’m going to fuck you so hard, Professor, so hard that you scream. Will you
scream for me when you come?”
“Yes. I’ll scream.”
“I’ll make you scream. How about I fuck you in my truck? Make you bend over the tailgate. I’ll pull your pretty little panties down and your sweet little cunt will be dripping for me. Won’t it?”
“Yes.” The vibration began to push her slowly towards an orgasm. But his words were the catalyst that made her sizzle.
“I love your ass, have I told you that? It’s beautiful and round and soft. I loved spanking you and I’m going to do that again, right now, before I shove my cock into your tight little pussy.”
She was panting a bit into the phone. Her hand was shaking and holding it was difficult. But his voice mesmerized her. Low, and intoxicating, he drew her into the fantasy.
“I want to fuck you so bad, I can’t wait to get inside. I don’t care if we’re outside where anyone can see us. If they do, they’ll see me pumping into your sweet, gorgeous hole. They’ll envy me because I have you all to myself. No one gets you but me. Do you like that, Serafina? The thought that I own your body, that no other man is allowed to touch you?”
“You know it does.” The erotic thought of being watched as he controlled her, impaled her, outside where anyone might see, was unbearably erotic and she turned the vibrator up. She closed her eyes and imagined the scene, him with his clothes on. Her dress tossed up and her panties down around her knees as he shoved himself into her hard, grunting with effort. She drew up her legs and her toes curled on the sofa as she fought to keep from orgasming. It was too much fun to be led by him.
“I’m not wearing a condom. I want to feel your hot flesh clutching me, milking me. I’m going to come hard, inside you. I’m going to fill you up.”
“It will feel so good.” She began to piston the vibrator deeper, adding the thrust to the twisting motion of the tool. Her hips were moving and she crept closer to coming.
“I will spew inside you. Then I’ll take my cock out and it will be coated with our come. Yours and mine. Then do you know what I’m going to do?”
“No.” Harder she thrust the tool and turned it to the highest setting and began to moan.
“My cock is so hard for you. Even after I’ve come I can’t get enough of you. I want more of you. I want to come in every place in your body. I’m hard and I push right between those sweet cheeks of yours – your ass is marked with my hand all over. You screamed when I spanked you and now I’m shoving my cock up your tight ass and you’re screaming again. If anyone is watching, they are seeing me shove inside your tight ass, I’m fucking you hard. Harder and harder. When I come this time I’m shooting up your ass. You’re filled with my cum. When I pull out I can see you dripping with my cum. I keep you bent over so I can enjoy the sight. Your spanked cheeks, your juicy little pussy and your ass is mine now too.”
His words were guttural and choked and as she came and thrashed on the sofa, her muscles clenched and the vibrator buried deep in her spasming cunt, she heard him grunt, groan and curse and knew he’d come with her.
Even apart they were perfect together.
Monday, October 7, 2013
Thursday, September 5, 2013
On Wednesday night, Serafina lay relaxing in the warm, scented bath, her eyes closed. Her double class load was wearying, and Nick kept her off balance. She needed the soothing interlude to hopefully calm her whirling thoughts and allow her to get a good night’s sleep, before another manic day on Thursday. She and Nick hadn’t seen one another since Sunday of that week. They had several more dates after the run-in with Elizabeth Parker, and she’d been relieved that there seemed to be nothing about the woman’s snide remarks that bothered Nick. It was now only the third week of their acquaintance, and Serafina was utterly and completely addicted to Nick Stellato. His touch was intoxicating. Thoughts of him filled her head constantly, distracting her at the most inopportune times. Going for three days without his touch felt like a withdrawal.
Relaxing after a long, hectic day, however, she luxuriated in the tub and allowed her thoughts to stray to Nick. She kept replaying in her mind the scene between them in his truck on the occasion of their first date. She recalled the breathless intensity of that evening, and she could not resist temptation.
Her hand drifted through the water, reaching between her legs thinking back to that erotic night. She remembered his mouth over hers, nibbling, licking, kissing, exploring even as his hand slid inside her panties and touched her. The throbbing she’d felt inside was deliciously unbearable. That night she’d been desperate to have him inside her but he’d just subjected her to a glorious torment that lifted her up, all while making her crave so much more. He’d slid his fingers through her wetness, then slowly, inserted one fingertip inside her, then another as he’d moved with infinite gentleness. When his calloused thumb suddenly touched her clit, she’d writhed beneath his hands as his kisses grew more insistent until she’d moaned. She’d reveled, too, when he uttered a guttural groan that made him sound like a predator, a man enjoying his mastery of her body, pleased and possessive.
Then his fingers had plunged completely inside her, thick, and stretching her hungry flesh She’d panted and trembled. His movements had grown faster and more forceful and the sense of being invaded had pushed Serafina closer and closer to the sweet abyss. He’d stroked her, urging her on with his words, his movements, the feel of his kisses and his hand on her breast. The idea that she’d lain there, spread for him, with his hand stroking the most intimate part of her though they were fully clothed and out in a public place had lit the sizzling fuse. When the wave of heated orgasm flooded over her, she’d been swept along in the amazing sweetness of clenching muscles.
Now the memory of his touches, of the decadence of the act overwhelmed her and her fingers plunged inside her cunt as a wave of orgasm spread from the core of her throughout her body and she lay shivering, as she had lain and shivered in his arms in the aftermath that night.
WORDS OF LUST by Lise Horton. Release date September 9, 2013. E-book available from Carina Press and at Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Kobo and Apple.
Words of Lust is Lise's erotic romance debut novel set in NYC. Serafina Luca & Nick Stellato come from different worlds. But lust – and love – conquer all. Release date is September 9, 2013 from Carina Press. For more titillating excerpts, visit her blog http://lisehorton.blogspot.com/ or for additional updates, stop by her website www.lisehorton.com . Lise has releases in two Ravenous Romance anthologies and under her erotica pseudonym, Lydia Hill, her short story “My Master’s Mark”, will be included in the 2014 Cleis Press anthology, “Slave Girls” edited by D. L. King.