I dreamt he was kissing me, until I felt real lips press softly against mine. I slipped my arms around his neck and pulled him down into the bed with me, where he lay down next to me and ran his palm across my stomach and breasts. When his mouth opened against mine, I knew I had morning breath, but I didn't even care.I slipped my fingers through his hair and he responded by kissing down my cheek to my ears. I shivered as electric shocks traveled up and down my body. His fingers teased my nipples into points, making me arch my back and hold my breath.We were both breathless when he finally rolled back to look at me, his face visibly flushed even in the dim morning light."Good morning," I whispered quietly and turned my head to face him.He traced his fingers around my face and tucked my hair behind my ear. "Last night was so much harder than I thought it would be.""It was for me, too, but Mom can't find out." We all had arrived home at the same time. After a lovely time cooking din
Mom flushed as my heated words flew, and then tears appeared in her eyes. "The problem? How about the late night, drunken phone calls? How about you borrowing my car to pick her up from some one-night stand, when she's too drunk to get home by herself? How about the way she uses you to front her cash when her parents cut off her allowance, despite the fact that she probably earns more than I do and her parents could buy this house out of petty cash?"I began to shake with anger. "You've never understood our friendship. She was there for me when it counted, unlike you."When Dad died, Jules had been my rock that whole year. I practically lived at her house, often sleeping over for weeks at a time, because Mom could barely get herself out of bed. They even paid for me to go to summer camp with Jules because we'd been bankrupt by Dad's cancer treatments.Mom turned to John. "I'm sorry you had to see this. I no longer have an appetite. Will you please finish cooking the eggs?" she asked t
John was searing the roast when I got back. "She still mad at you?" he asked."Yes.""Did you apologize for being rude?""I will as soon as she does."John turned the roast again and the meat sizzled loudly. "Will you get out the Crock-pot for me?""Sure, can I do anything else?""Peel some carrots and potatoes, if you want."I sat the crock pot next to the stove and went to the pantry. "How many potatoes do you need?""Six. And six carrots as well," he replied.Once I'd put them in the sink, I grabbed the peeler and got to work. With my hands busy, my mind began to wander and I tried to figure out why he'd gotten a job. "If you just need some money, I'll be happy to give it to you.""It's too much to ask for, and I still owe you for the clothes. Don't worry, I've got it covered."I watched him, standing there looking as delicious as the roast he was cooking. "Will you at least tell me what you need the money for?""Nope.""If it's something for me, I'd honestly rather spend the day w
We walked back out to the car and his hand slipped naturally into mine. My mind kept playing games with me. I noticed he was the perfect height, so I could wear heels and he'd still be slightly taller than me. Then I thought about how wonderful it'd felt when he'd carried me to bed without straining at all. By the time we'd gotten back to the car I had myself all worked up. After he seated me and got the behind the wheel, I leaned toward him, hoping to find our moment again in his kiss."What?" he asked, and the flat way he said it hurt my feelings."Kiss me?"He wrinkled his forehead. "So are we still good or is there no 'we' either?"I sat back fighting off tears. "Never mind.""All I was saying in the kitchen was that I liked being with you.""No, you said you'd always wanted this. I can't deny being attracted to you, but I can tell you I never wanted someone to make me feel this way when I can't be with them!" The words tore themselves out of me, leaving me in tears and shaking ne
When I got up to go to the bathroom, I decided to take a shower to clean myself up. I put on my new nightie, but it felt silly after our fight, so I wore a long flannel robe over it. By the time I got out, John was back and in the kitchen. The dining room table was set and he was putting the roast and vegetables on a serving dish."Are you okay?" I asked.When he looked at me, I saw longing and pain, and then he cleared his expression and nodded. "Getting hungry?""Yes."He took a sip from a glass of red wine and picked up the serving dish. "Would you make us a salad, please?"I got out lettuce and tomatoes to begin filling the salad bowl. When he came back into the kitchen, he held out a glass of wine for me. "Thanks." I wanted to say something that would ease the tension between us, but the words wouldn't come.He opened the stove and pulled out a crusty loaf of bread that smelled strongly of garlic. He got a plate and transferred the bread to it. "Shit," he said, blowing on his fin
"What about the dishes?" I asked and glanced at the table."Fuck the dishes, too." He pulled me close and kissed me, his hands opening my robe so he could reach around to squeeze my ass through my new panties. My knees grew weak and I shut my eyes. When he lifted me suddenly, I squealed and laughed as he carried me out of the dining room. Then he kissed me again, his skin rough against my face."My room," I whispered into his neck between kisses."No. Not drunk. Not the first time." He stood me up next to the couch, pushed the robe off my shoulders, and then drew us both down to the couch. He sat first and pulled me into the space between his legs. His left arm was behind my back, his hand in my hair again, pulling my chin up. His lips explored along my jaw, his hot breath tickling my ear."I want you," I whispered, hot, even as he made me shiver. His right hand went under my nightie and I felt him caress my bare breasts for the first time. "Oh God, I want you to fuck me.""No." He te
"I'll do anything! Please!" There was no ache any more; It was pure pain now.He nuzzled my hair. "Kiss me."I tilted my head back and turned to give him my lips. His hands slid down at the same time my hands went behind his head to hold his lips to mine. His fingers slid under the edge of my panties and I cried out. "Fuck!"The first time he had touched me, he'd been gentle, more massage than sex. This time his hands wrung pleasure from my flesh, making me push myself into his grip. His strong fingers filled me, some sliding inside while others held me open for his attention. He kept rubbing and pulling, all the way down underneath to press the puckered opening below.I cried out against his mouth, "Oh my God!"I felt the passion cresting, but not toward release, that would imply I was in control of it and could let it go. No, this time he took it from me with his teeth pulling on my lip and his hands inside my sex, squeezing and rubbing until I cried out a broken sound. I pushed bac
Mom was eating breakfast when I joined her in the kitchen. When it's just the two of us, we eat on the stools that run along the counter, between the kitchen and the living room. As I walked by the couch, I noticed John had folded the blanket over the back and sprayed air freshener again. Our scent was still there underneath it all, but I prayed Mom hadn't noticed.She didn't say anything as I made my coffee and toast, so I sat down on the stool next to hers."John left early. Did you two fight again?""No." I took a sip of coffee. "He got a job.""A job? Here?""Yes, and he was very cryptic about it."She finished her cereal and tipped the bowl back to get the last of the milk. "So did you do anything fun yesterday?"The mental image of him lying naked on the couch flashed across my mind. "Went shopping, had pot roast for dinner." I shrugged and ate a bite of toast."It was so good, wasn't it? I had some when I got home last night." She took a sip of her coffee and arched her eyebrow
Between his looks and his heavy money, Riccardo Bainchi could have anybody on this planet. He had gone out with plenty of women who were half his age without wrinkles and stretch marks, those who could still give him kids.I had dedicated my life to him, had given up all hopes and dreams I had because the money was nice and he treated me better than some of the other jobs I had in my teens. I never got a college education so the opportunities had always been limited. I had nothing to offer him.Before I could voice any of those concerns, he was at my side. He took my chin in his hand, pulled me closer to him, and kissed me hard on the mouth. I stiffened in his hold for a brief moment, wondering if this was all some sort of… joke.But Riccardo didn’t make jokes, especially not with me.“Riccardo,” I whispered between kisses. “Wh-What are you doing?”He seized my waist and lifted me onto the table, almost immediately dropping to his knees between my thighs. I leaned my arms back on the
Riccardo Bianchi scrolledthrough his phone at the head of the dining table with an empty glass of whiskey in front of him. After wiping down the kitchen counter, I refilled the glass, my hand trembling from the nerves zipping through me right now.I had worked for the Bianchi Family for nearly thirty years and had never asked for a night off because I had never quite needed it before now. Riccardo gave me more than enough time during the week to spend my days doing whatever I wanted with his dirty money.But I wanted to go out Friday night with a man I had met at the grocery store. He had worked there for the past five years, but I had never gotten the courage to talk to him besides some desperate little smiles here and there.“What’s wrong?” Riccardo asked.“N-Nothing!” I said too quicklyHe grabbed my shaky hand, stopping me from pouring any more. “Ophelia.”Sucking in a breath, I placed the bottle of alcohol down on the counter and hurried toward the front of the table to distance
She turned off the buzzing toy and climbed up next to me. Her breath smelled like beer and my musk, but I didn't care. I kissed her, holding her face between my hands. She opened her mouth and sucked my tongue between her teeth. "I want you to fuck me with your fingers while you kiss me," she said.I found her wet and open when my fingers reached her mons. I pressed her back against the pillows and kissed her with abandon. She began to move against my palm, making quiet mewing sounds as I rubbed up and down. Every kiss was open, every bite a tease. I ground myself against her side, while my fingers slid along and between her slit.She was holding back. I could tell she didn't want it to be over too soon. I began to kiss her neck and ears, enjoying her biting my shoulder as I worked her closer to the edge. She began to hold her breath, just like John had when he got close. I grabbed her hair and pulled to expose her neck as she had done to me."Oh, fuck yes," she whispered as I licked
I hadn't been entirely honest with Jules. She was the only woman I'd ever thought of sexually. There were a few times when my imaginary lover grew softer curves and longer hair. It was usually after I'd woken from a dream and I couldn't sleep again without finding release. In those drowsy moments, as my fingers rubbed, it was her breasts I touched, and her mouth I kissed. And when my release came, it was her name I whispered. I was ashamed I hadn't told her.Admitting it in my journal didn't change the way I felt about John. Being with him was satisfying in ways that being with Jules couldn't replace. I loved his rough skin when he didn't shave. I loved holding onto his strong shoulders as he entered me. I loved the way he called my name when he emptied himself into me. John and I had connected so powerfully that I now feared losing him as much as I did Jules. It was hard to believe I'd only known him two weeks.I'd fallen for someone wonderful, my best friend had become something mor
Jules spoke before I had a chance to say anything. "She's my wife. It doesn't matter how old she is."Now he looked even more skeptical. "Ya'll are married?" he asked, his tone implying he didn't believe her.I was confused and turned to ask her what she was doing, but Jules reached around my shoulders and pulled me close. She kissed me, moving her mouth against mine and knocking all other thoughts out of my head. I forgot everything as she took my breath away. She stopped after a few lovely moments and turned back to him. "See?"His eyes opened wide as he licked his lips. "Uh, fine. You're married," he said. Then he turned to go back to the bar, looking back over his shoulder at us twice as he went.I was hot suddenly and took off my coat. "That was unexpected.""You wanted a beer, didn't you?""Yes," I agreed, putting my coat down next to me on the seat. "That was ... wow."When he brought over the beers and sat them down in front of us, he asked, "Ya'll want me to run a tab?""Can
"Anyway, he started asking more and more questions. I could tell he was worried about me moving too fast. He tried to make you seem like some backwoods gold digger and I nearly popped him in the mouth for it," he said, sounding angry with his words clipped short."He just doesn't know me. Jules is worried you just want someone to hook up with that won't complicate your life on campus.""Fuck 'em both, then." he said with a grim laugh."I need to tell you something," I said, but he didn't seem to hear me."Look, you don't know everything that's happened over the last couple of years. Mike's been a good friend. He's helped me get through some serious shit. Even so, you don't have to worry about him changing my mind. I've never felt like this about anyone before. Let them worry. You still trust me, don't you?""Yes.""Then hang tough, only four more weeks and I'll be there. I may even bring the bastard along to put this shit to rest. Hey, maybe we could set him up with Jules?""We can tr
"You mean, John..." She trailed off for a second. "Wait, he took your virginity and all he gave you for Christmas was a fucking calendar?""That calendar was his promise to me. He's coming back in four weeks, with more trips to follow! If you hadn't flown off the fucking handle, I'd have told you--""Oh my God, you can't start dating your cousin! What would I tell Susan?""Why the hell not? It's not like we're actually related or did you forget that part?" When she didn't say anything right away, I took advantage and tried to catch my breath. Glancing back at Jules, I found her standing in the doorway of the closet with the strangest look on her face."You still could've told me, Kate," said Mom, sounding much calmer, but my frustration was beyond my control."Yes, I could have, but with the way you've reacted so far, I'm not sure it would have turned out any different.""Just come home. I've been worried sick about you. I haven't been able to sleep since you left."I laughed out loud
Niro's looked a little like a brown house from the outside, but the interior featured a green and white theme with garish accents in yellow and red. We lined up and ordered our dogs, taking seats in the crowded dining room. Mine was fully loaded with tomatoes, pickles, peppers, and onions, and I knew I'd pay for it later, but I hadn't been able to resist my favorite. Jules had hers with everything except the onions."You're going to regret that later," I said.She looked up at me, puzzled. "What?""Not eating onions." I looked at her with a wicked grin. It was still so odd to see her and want to kiss her. I kept thinking of her as my friend, but then my racing heart would correct me every time I looked at her."I don't mind onion breath." Picking up a single fry, she slipped it between her lips seductively, and whispered, "As long as it's yours."I could feel my face grow hot and had to look away for a moment. When her foot slid up my calf, I chuckled. "You'd better eat fast. I'm alre
The hunger I felt for her couldn't stop my mind from comparing our bodies. My own lips were smaller, and my sensitive nub didn't protrude like hers did. Her flavor was amazing, coppery and bright with an almost electric spark. I'd tasted my own arousal before, but this was like drinking lightning from the clouds. Her wetness spread along my lips and cheeks as she began to moan. When she reached her peak, she was completely still, but her thighs trembled against my face. After she'd cried out, her pulsing finish triggered another fit of giggles as she pushed my face away. I kissed her fingers when she put them under my chin to pull me up."Stop, too intense," she said. "Come here and kiss me. Was that enough to blot out the bad memory?"I was feeling greedy. "No, but it was a good start."When I snuggled down next to her again, we looked into each other's eyes. "It makes a difference when it's you," she murmured, seeming surprised, and it puzzled me."Did you imagine it wouldn't?""I'v