StrangersonaTrain by Erin Aislinn

see if the front
of the robe pulsed too.
    When the knot untied, he pulled it free in slow motion.
Letting the sash drop, he reached up with both hands and separated the two
sides of the robe. His finger brushed the skin of her chest as he pulled the
cloth apart and pushed it past her shoulders until gravity took over. Even the
swish of the fabric as it pooled around her feet increased her arousal.
    “They way I’m touching you now?” he said as his fingers
skimmed down the side of her ribs, her stomach, her hips, thighs, sliding
expertly to her ass where he splayed his hands over her cheeks, bit into her
soft flesh and pulled her closer until his warm breath caressed her breasts.
    “Yes,” she bit off as her nerves crackled with desire.
    “And what else did you miss?”
    “Your mouth…”
    “What about it?”
    If she said it, it would spoil the effect and yet, she was
dying to feel his lips.
    “What about my mouth?”
    She let out a tense breath as her abdomen tightened in
anticipation. “The pressure of your lips when you suck in my nipple.”
    “Ahh!” she gasped when he did as she’d described. Her hands
went automatically to his nape to hold his head in place. “The sound you make
when you let my nipple pop.”
    He did just that and her knees gave out. Next moment, she
was pulled against him, sitting across his lap.
    He grabbed a strawberry from the bowl of mixed berries and
popped it in his mouth. He pulled her head closer and her mellow body allowed
him to take charge. His lips covered hers and he pushed the strawberry into her
mouth.
    The flavor burst over her tongue while his blue eyes filled
her vision. Never again would she be able to taste strawberries without
remembering the wonder in his gaze and the warm brush of his breath. She chewed
while he watched, his eyes scanning around her face. When she swallowed, he
reached back across the table and brought a small pastry to her lips. She
opened her mouth, bit into it and snapped it out of his grasp.
    He let out a loud laugh and reached for more berries. She
chewed them messily and juice dripped down her lips and over her chin. He
dipped down and licked it off, the hard press of his tongue swiping over her
lower lip.
    The mixed flavor of berries and his lips filled her with a
ravenous thrill. She wanted him. God, how she wanted him.
    “Anything else?”
    For a moment, she’d forgotten her ability to speak and she’d
forgotten so completely what they’d been talking about. Her confused look drew
him to brush a tendril of hair from her face.
    “Anything else you missed about me?”
    Before answering, she let the moment wash over her. She took
in the way she sat in his lap resting in the cradle of his locked arms. He held
her with intimate playfulness that made her giddy with youth and affection.
She’d witnessed the strength of those arms already and before the blush took
her cheeks, she stammered, “Your strength.”
    “What of it?”
    “The way you drove my body back and forth while I rode your
cock.”
    His gaze held hers in an electric pause. Would he swing her
up in his arms and give her what she’d described?
    He smiled and lowered his head to hers, his lips finding
hers. With a feather brush, he savored her. She relaxed into his warmth and the
luscious ministrations of his mouth. His fragrant breath caressed her face.
    A part of the mission of this fantasy tryst was to remember
her sensuality and recharge her feminine batteries. Charlotte had believed that
success in a world dominated by men required that she turn herself into a
testosterone-driven bitch. She’d done it and she’d found success, but it was a
trip that exacted a grave price.
    She’d hardened inside and found it difficult to relate to
people so, in turn, people kept her at a distance, men and women alike. Trust
came hard. Vulnerability even harder. She lived under the pressure of her own
expectations and the weight was getting harder and harder to carry. To go on,
she had