The Anniversary by Melissa Keir
Pouring some champagne, Kian gazed at me with passion. “Happy Anniversary Darling.” As he handed me the flute filled with the sparkling liquid, he leaned in to kiss my cheek. Reaching into his back pocket, Kian pulled out a string of shining pearls.
“Ohh! Kian, you shouldn’t have. Those are too expensive. We’re trying to save for a house.”
“Don’t worry about the money. I’ve been saving some money to give you a special gift. Let me see them on you.”
As I turned and lifted the hair off my neck, Kian spoke softly. “No Stephanie. I want to see only these pearls on your skin. Take off your clothes.”
My breath hitched at his words. Unable to deny him anything, I put down the champagne and slowly unrobed, tossing my shoes and clothes to the side of the room. My nipples pebbled as the cold air touched my breasts. But it was the wetness between my legs that confirmed my desire.
When I was completely naked and stood before Kian, he looked at my body hungerly. Then he gently touched my face with the back of his hand before twisting his fist in my hair.
“On your hands and knees. I want to see how my gift looks on you.” His voice was husky with need.
Letting go of my hair, Kian took the pearls and ran them over my butt and pulled them up through my wet pussy. A soft moan escaped my lips. “Please!” I begged.
A light smack snapped across my ass. “Don’t speak. I didn’t give you permission.”
The thought of disobeying him crossed my mind as I wished to feel his hand redden my ass.
Oh how I love the feel of his discipline. I bit my lip with my indecision.
The Morning After by Samantha Pleasant
Jessica stumbled over the littered floor of her apartment in search of her favorite stilettos. Ten minutes and her subway would be taking off from the station. Sure living in the building on the same block as the terminal had it’s perks but tripping over last night’s frivolity was not the way get to work on time. Celebrations aside she needed to clean, the happy hour that extended a whole night culminating in a return to her apartment for a nightcap had just been a ruse.
A successful one at that as she looked at the curved ass of Marco still passed out with only as thin sheet to keep him warm. Damn, why’d she have to be given a promotion on a Monday? Couldn’t they have held off until Friday so she could crawl back into bed with a man who this time would be sober.
Considering the ache at her juncture maybe it was better he’d be slightly dulled by alcohol. Lord knows what he would have done to her with his full faculties. Then again, without a half bottle of wine in her she’d never have been brave enough for that first kiss. Let alone her hand that traveled down and into his pants.
She tingled remember the contrast of soft skin surrounding such a hard and strong member. And the way he tugged her hair…oh the tingling. Tearing her eyes away from the man in her bed she once again went in search for her shoe.
“Aren’t I supposed to be the one sneaking out?” Marco growled as he rolled to his side.
“The party was for my promotion. I think I should show up to work.”
“Yes, maybe, you seem to be missing something every senior VP needs.” He smiled and dangled her shoe from his finger.
The Honeymoon-By Michel Prince
The rose bud glided from the crook of my knee to the apex of my ass. Turning to my head I saw my husband looking at the travels of his rose. His chocolate skin was smooth over his chiseled muscles and cleanly shaven head. It was hard for me to interrupt his gaze I always loved the way he looked at me as if I was the most delectable morsel on earth.
“Oscar,” I whispered.
“Yes Mrs. Jeffreys.” The rose traveled up my spine sending shivers through out my body. “Is there something you needed?”
“I’m a little cold.”
“Are you now?” Oscar tossed the rose on the nightstand and covered me with his warm body. “Better?”
Although the chills hadn’t stopped, they were now from the light kisses that were traveling around my neck.
“Were we going out today?”
“Eventually. What’s the point of going to Europe and only seeing the inside of our hotel rooms?”
“I’m enjoying the inside of the room.”
“You were right about the champagne in honeymoon suites.”
“Told you, just the cheap stuff.”
“Or I’m an easy drunk.”
“I’m going for the latter.”
“You have a headache?”
“Little bit,” I confessed.
“You know what’s best for a headache?” he asked as he rocked his hardness against my hips.
“I thought it was the other way around?”
“I’d like it if you’d turn around.”
“Aren’t I supposed to be telling you to stop, I have a headache.”
“When will you ever listen to me? I know what’s best for my Lil’ Girl.”
“Urgh,” I moaned as I rolled underneath him and my legs wrapped around his waist.
“That’s more like it.”
“Will I ever stop being your Lil’ Girl?”
“Not even when I stop breathing.”
Always the Bridesmaid, Lila Munro
Lanie’s eyes fluttered open as a warm swatch of sunlight poured in from the open balcony door and rested across her cheek. Two strong arms still enveloped her and Roland’s warm breath tickled her ear. Trying her best to lay quietly, not wanting to disturb the man, she watched the waves rolling in across the stretch of beach just feet away.
“Sleep well,” Roland’s voice rumbled from his chest, vibrating her to the core.
“Yes,” she said over a smile. “Did you?”
“Never better,” he answered, pulling away and inching her to her back. He nudged his way between her legs and sank inside her still tender flesh from the night before. “Damn you feel good. I never imagined you’d feel so good wrapped around me.”
“You feel good, too,” Lanie murmured, closing her eyes and arcing into him.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of waking up like this.” Roland leaned down to nip her earlobe as he set a steady, slow rhythm not like the harried pace they’d fucked all night after leaving the reception.
“Me either,” she agreed as the first tugs of orgasm pulled at her womb. “I wondered when you’d ever notice me.”
“Maybe you should have told me sooner what you knew. Then we’d have been here sooner,” Roland panted, taking up a quicker stride.
Lanie wound her legs around his and met him stroke for stroke until ripples through her and Roland shuddered inside her. Breathless, she laughed as he kissed her throat.
“And when can I expect the documents to seal this forever thing you mentioned at some point last night?”
“As soon as we get back from the honeymoon,” Roland said, pushing off her and tucking her to his side.
Lanie had never fathomed a honeymoon could be so good. Especially when she wasn’t the bride…