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Authors: Amelia James
her and set it beside them. “Wait till I tell you.”
“ All right.” Leaning over his chest to kiss him, she slowly ground down on his cock, squeezing him tight, while his hands caressed her bottom. She sat up and they both took her breasts in their hands and pinched her tight nipples while she rode him. Stephen’s desire cooled enough to let him take his time pleasing his wife. He slipped his fingers between her legs, caressing and stroking her, smiling when she moaned and bit her lip. Thick liquid heat seeped through her limbs like melting wax. Corrine’s head fell back on her shoulders, tumbling her long black hair to her waist. She clasped her hands over her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers, bringing the melting heat to a furious boil. Her breath caught in her throat and then she screamed as she boiled over, spilling hot juices down his cock.
Stephen tightened his grip on her hips, grinding with her as his agony returned, hotter than before. “Now!”
One slap was all it took. He shot into her so hard she fell forward, gasping for breath. He wrapped his arms around her as violent shudders ripped through him until he was left as breathless as his wife.
“ Where…did you get…that idea?” Stephen spit the question out between gasps.
“ Oh,” Corrine panted. “Um…Michelle.”
“ Thank her for me.” He pulled her close and kissed her, lingering on her lips. Rolling onto their sides, he nestled her in his arms, figuring he’d better not ask for dinner until he was safely out of the doghouse. “Do you still want time away from me?”
Corrine glared at him, picked up the paddle, and bonked him on the head.
“ Ow!”
“ When are you going to get it?” She was so tempted to smack him again. “I just want some quiet time for me. That’s all.”
“ The only time it’s quiet around here is when everyone is gone.”
“ Exactly.”
Finally, it made sense. He could escape home at work and escape work at home. But Corrine had no escape, no time to just get away. Stephen smiled as the solution suddenly became clear. “Ok. How about if I take the kids to my mom’s on Mother’s Day so you can have the day to yourself?”
“ Really?” She couldn’t believe he finally understood.
“ You can sleep in, go shopping, read a book… whatever you want to do.”
Corrine’s smile lit up her eyes. “I love you!”
“ I know.” Stephen loved that smile. “Now what’s for dinner, woman?”
“ Anything you want.” She drew her fingertip along his lower lip. “And me for dessert.”
Performance Anxiety
“ I’m not wearing any underwear.”
Scott Martin’s fork hit his plate with a ringing clatter, drawing irritated glances from several of the restaurant’s patrons. He picked it up and gave his new bride a heated look, trying to decide if he should be angry or aroused. “If I knew that, I never would’ve let you out of our hotel room.”
“ I know,” Natalie Martin smiled. “You would’ve taken me back to bed, ripped off my dress and—”
“ I don’t think we’d make it to the bed.” After that tempting revelation, he was ready to take her right there on the table. He shifted in his chair and inspected her, hoping no one could tell she was naked under her dress. The silky pink fabric draped lightly over her breasts, and the subtle rose pattern made it difficult to tell if her nipples were erect unless someone looked close. Scott smiled and looked close. Her nipples ripened under her dress like plump juicy raspberries. God he loved raspberries. His eyes slid down her body. Her loose fluttered skirt made it impossible to tell she was going without, but she wasn’t wearing pantyhose either. All he had to do was slide his hand up her thigh—
“ I know what you’re thinking.”
“ Is that right?” He met her dancing green eyes and she smiled at him. “We’ve been married two days and you can already read my mind?”
“ All you have to do is slide
“ All right.” Leaning over his chest to kiss him, she slowly ground down on his cock, squeezing him tight, while his hands caressed her bottom. She sat up and they both took her breasts in their hands and pinched her tight nipples while she rode him. Stephen’s desire cooled enough to let him take his time pleasing his wife. He slipped his fingers between her legs, caressing and stroking her, smiling when she moaned and bit her lip. Thick liquid heat seeped through her limbs like melting wax. Corrine’s head fell back on her shoulders, tumbling her long black hair to her waist. She clasped her hands over her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers, bringing the melting heat to a furious boil. Her breath caught in her throat and then she screamed as she boiled over, spilling hot juices down his cock.
Stephen tightened his grip on her hips, grinding with her as his agony returned, hotter than before. “Now!”
One slap was all it took. He shot into her so hard she fell forward, gasping for breath. He wrapped his arms around her as violent shudders ripped through him until he was left as breathless as his wife.
“ Where…did you get…that idea?” Stephen spit the question out between gasps.
“ Oh,” Corrine panted. “Um…Michelle.”
“ Thank her for me.” He pulled her close and kissed her, lingering on her lips. Rolling onto their sides, he nestled her in his arms, figuring he’d better not ask for dinner until he was safely out of the doghouse. “Do you still want time away from me?”
Corrine glared at him, picked up the paddle, and bonked him on the head.
“ Ow!”
“ When are you going to get it?” She was so tempted to smack him again. “I just want some quiet time for me. That’s all.”
“ The only time it’s quiet around here is when everyone is gone.”
“ Exactly.”
Finally, it made sense. He could escape home at work and escape work at home. But Corrine had no escape, no time to just get away. Stephen smiled as the solution suddenly became clear. “Ok. How about if I take the kids to my mom’s on Mother’s Day so you can have the day to yourself?”
“ Really?” She couldn’t believe he finally understood.
“ You can sleep in, go shopping, read a book… whatever you want to do.”
Corrine’s smile lit up her eyes. “I love you!”
“ I know.” Stephen loved that smile. “Now what’s for dinner, woman?”
“ Anything you want.” She drew her fingertip along his lower lip. “And me for dessert.”
Performance Anxiety
“ I’m not wearing any underwear.”
Scott Martin’s fork hit his plate with a ringing clatter, drawing irritated glances from several of the restaurant’s patrons. He picked it up and gave his new bride a heated look, trying to decide if he should be angry or aroused. “If I knew that, I never would’ve let you out of our hotel room.”
“ I know,” Natalie Martin smiled. “You would’ve taken me back to bed, ripped off my dress and—”
“ I don’t think we’d make it to the bed.” After that tempting revelation, he was ready to take her right there on the table. He shifted in his chair and inspected her, hoping no one could tell she was naked under her dress. The silky pink fabric draped lightly over her breasts, and the subtle rose pattern made it difficult to tell if her nipples were erect unless someone looked close. Scott smiled and looked close. Her nipples ripened under her dress like plump juicy raspberries. God he loved raspberries. His eyes slid down her body. Her loose fluttered skirt made it impossible to tell she was going without, but she wasn’t wearing pantyhose either. All he had to do was slide his hand up her thigh—
“ I know what you’re thinking.”
“ Is that right?” He met her dancing green eyes and she smiled at him. “We’ve been married two days and you can already read my mind?”
“ All you have to do is slide