StrangersonaTrain by Erin Aislinn Page A

to draw energy from her true feminine source. She had to reclaim her
womanhood.
    Sensuality had opened the door and allowed her to see how
much she yearned for the female inside who wanted to submit to a male’s
strength, to trust and rely on his protection, his sheer destiny to provide for
her. To trust that he’d give what she asked of him because he too accepted his
role in this play, the role to make her happy.
    Once a year, she pushed the testosterone-driven bitch aside
and let her femininity take over. This woman was strong enough to know what to
ask for and then surrender to the man willing to give it to her. The trick was
to let go completely. Like right now.
    She noticed how the pressure of his lips heightened her
desire. Every time his velvet moistness imprinted another spot of her parted
lips, it was as if for the first time. Every touch sparked a renewed
sensitivity that created a demand for more. And every second added to the
pooling cream in her pussy.
    When he lifted his head, she noticed the coolness on her
face as his breath drew away. Another thing to add to the catalogue of things
she missed about him.
    She kept her eyes closed while she waited for his next move.
He gave a reassuring squeeze on her ribs.
    “Keep your eyes closed,” he said.
    His weight shifted and silverware clinked. Cool metal
touched the bottom of her lip. Another wave of arousal shot through her system.
It required utter trust to let this stranger put food into her mouth without
knowing what it was. She opened wider then closed her lips around the base of
the spoon. Sweet cream flooded her taste buds. She licked the spoon clean as he
drew it from her mouth. And then his mouth was on hers again, only this time,
it plundered and raided. His tongue stabbed into the cream-filled cavern to
share in the delicacy. Their tongues danced and twirled as vanilla sweetness
melted between them.
    With their mouths locked, he stood up, lifting her along.
The change of gravity sent a thrill through her system as he so easily
demonstrated the strength she’d longed to submit to. After all, she was no
longer a skinny teenager. She’d put on a few pounds that plumped her ass,
widened her thighs and rounded her belly but all of that meant nothing to this
man who didn’t even skip a breath nor in any way get distracted from kissing
her while he glided across the compartment.
    He laid her on the bed. For a moment, when he broke the
kiss, his forehead rested against hers. He hovered there, his breathing growing
harsher and signaling the battle to stay in control. He wanted her this much.
    She trembled all over. A part of the purpose behind this
fantasy trip was to prove to herself that she could still get a man to the edge
of control. Charlotte let the victory wash over her as she tilted her head back
and caught his lips with her own. God, he tasted like a heady elixir. She could
savor that mouth of his all day long, and a day was all she had left.
    As if her concern with the time they had left alerted him, he
gave himself over to the kiss, turning it into raw sensuality all over again. A
new drive fueled the mystery of two strangers unwilling to let anything get in
their way. Her arms skimmed down the front of his T-shirt. The heat of his skin
penetrated through the cotton fabric. She wanted to take the shirt off him but
that would mean breaking the kiss and she just couldn’t stop kissing him right
now.
    Skimming under the hem, she bunched the shirt up enough to
get both of her hands on his flesh and run them up to the rough feathering of
hair over his hard pecs. When the muscles flexed under her touch, her pussy
creamed and her hips arched up to grind against his.
    Caressing her cheek, he slowed out of the kiss and gazed
into her eyes for a moment before he lowered his mouth to her neck and
collarbone and… The whiff of cold air against her belly betrayed his move to
rise enough to snap his T-shirt off. When hot warmth closed around her