around his neck.
His hand gripped my ankle and then tantalizingly traveled up my calf, igniting every cell, every nerve along my sensitive skin.
“So soft, Janie.” He let his fingers crawl higher, easing up, up, between the apex of my thighs. I opened them a touch to let his hand in. “Jesus Christ, you’re soaking, baby.” He plunged two fingers inside me and I cried out. This was the most sensual thing that had ever happened to me. I pushed my hips at him so he’d get in further. “So fucking horny for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I admitted.
He started to finger fuck me, my juices swirling in celebration as he pumped me, his other hand rubbing my clit. I’d come any second if he carried on like this.
“I so want to fuck you, Janie. Lie on top of you and drive myself into your hot pussy. So you can feel every hard, thick, pumping inch of me. Make you scream. Make you come.”
“Oh please!” I flexed my hips up at him as I thrashed frantically against the hand that was rubbing my clit with such expertise. One, two . . . I was going to come any second . . .
“But I need to know one thing first.” His hand slowed down and so did my pulse. NO! Not now! Keep going, please.
“What do you need to know?” I panted, “please don’t stop what you’re doing.”
“Are you in love with me?” His fingers were still inside me.
“Yes,” I groaned, aching for him to finish off what he started.
“Then I’m not going to fuck you after all.”
“What?” I screamed out, pushing my hips at him and pressing my own hands on his so he’d make me come.
“I’m in love with my late wife,” he said quietly but not taking his hand away. He was still rubbing me slowly there . . . gently. The tease was driving me crazy. “It’s not fair to you; I’d break your heart. I only fuck women I don’t care about, and I care for you, Janie. I can’t have sex with you, I—”
“Please, please, just make me come.”
“Just this once. But it’s the first and last time.” He prized my thighs apart and got down on his knees, then buried his head between my legs. He growled with animal pleasure, his sound stifled by me when I locked my thighs around his head. His tongue licked up and down my clit—“Fuck, Janie you’re so sweet,”—and deep inside my opening, giving me the biggest orgasm of my life. I could feel tears awash on my face as I cried out in ecstasy, in pain—my climax breaking me into thousands of pieces, like shards of glass.
He continued pressing his tongue inside and then licked me up and down again, flicking and lashing at my clit like a mini whip. Another wave surged through me. This was unbelievable!
“I’m coming again!” I moaned.
I opened my eyes as another orgasm pulsed through me. It was light. No stars in the sky. An orange sun was peeping above the horizon. I was lying on my back on the sofa outside, my phone had fallen on the ground. The morning dew soaked my skin and I was damp all over, not just from the dew, but also with my own sweat. My hands were pressed between my sticky legs.
Daniel was not there.
I picked up my phone, my fingers fumbling, frantic to find the “phone me now” message he’d sent. It was not there either. I got up and made my way through the garden towards the beach, my gaze manically searching the seascape and the back of the garden.
Of course Daniel couldn’t have just come up from the beach and found me sleeping. This belonged to movie stars; there was major security! Locked gates sectioning off the beach from Star and Jake’s backyard. Daniel was not here last night !
Except in my imagination.
I’d been fucking dreaming again.
6
I NEEDED TO TAKE control of my life—control of myself. I’d had it with these obsessive dreams of Daniel. They were stopping me from living, from getting out there and dating other guys. One part of the dream I suspected to be true, which made my situation even more ridiculous; he was still in love
His hand gripped my ankle and then tantalizingly traveled up my calf, igniting every cell, every nerve along my sensitive skin.
“So soft, Janie.” He let his fingers crawl higher, easing up, up, between the apex of my thighs. I opened them a touch to let his hand in. “Jesus Christ, you’re soaking, baby.” He plunged two fingers inside me and I cried out. This was the most sensual thing that had ever happened to me. I pushed my hips at him so he’d get in further. “So fucking horny for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I admitted.
He started to finger fuck me, my juices swirling in celebration as he pumped me, his other hand rubbing my clit. I’d come any second if he carried on like this.
“I so want to fuck you, Janie. Lie on top of you and drive myself into your hot pussy. So you can feel every hard, thick, pumping inch of me. Make you scream. Make you come.”
“Oh please!” I flexed my hips up at him as I thrashed frantically against the hand that was rubbing my clit with such expertise. One, two . . . I was going to come any second . . .
“But I need to know one thing first.” His hand slowed down and so did my pulse. NO! Not now! Keep going, please.
“What do you need to know?” I panted, “please don’t stop what you’re doing.”
“Are you in love with me?” His fingers were still inside me.
“Yes,” I groaned, aching for him to finish off what he started.
“Then I’m not going to fuck you after all.”
“What?” I screamed out, pushing my hips at him and pressing my own hands on his so he’d make me come.
“I’m in love with my late wife,” he said quietly but not taking his hand away. He was still rubbing me slowly there . . . gently. The tease was driving me crazy. “It’s not fair to you; I’d break your heart. I only fuck women I don’t care about, and I care for you, Janie. I can’t have sex with you, I—”
“Please, please, just make me come.”
“Just this once. But it’s the first and last time.” He prized my thighs apart and got down on his knees, then buried his head between my legs. He growled with animal pleasure, his sound stifled by me when I locked my thighs around his head. His tongue licked up and down my clit—“Fuck, Janie you’re so sweet,”—and deep inside my opening, giving me the biggest orgasm of my life. I could feel tears awash on my face as I cried out in ecstasy, in pain—my climax breaking me into thousands of pieces, like shards of glass.
He continued pressing his tongue inside and then licked me up and down again, flicking and lashing at my clit like a mini whip. Another wave surged through me. This was unbelievable!
“I’m coming again!” I moaned.
I opened my eyes as another orgasm pulsed through me. It was light. No stars in the sky. An orange sun was peeping above the horizon. I was lying on my back on the sofa outside, my phone had fallen on the ground. The morning dew soaked my skin and I was damp all over, not just from the dew, but also with my own sweat. My hands were pressed between my sticky legs.
Daniel was not there.
I picked up my phone, my fingers fumbling, frantic to find the “phone me now” message he’d sent. It was not there either. I got up and made my way through the garden towards the beach, my gaze manically searching the seascape and the back of the garden.
Of course Daniel couldn’t have just come up from the beach and found me sleeping. This belonged to movie stars; there was major security! Locked gates sectioning off the beach from Star and Jake’s backyard. Daniel was not here last night !
Except in my imagination.
I’d been fucking dreaming again.
6
I NEEDED TO TAKE control of my life—control of myself. I’d had it with these obsessive dreams of Daniel. They were stopping me from living, from getting out there and dating other guys. One part of the dream I suspected to be true, which made my situation even more ridiculous; he was still in love
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