Over The Limit (3 page)

Each kiss became more intense until I found myself unable to
breathe and pulled away. The fire in Mike’s eyes consumed me. He lowered his
head to my shoulder and took my bra strap into his teeth. He tugged the strap
along my arm and moved to do the same on the other side. He finally pulled on
the lace covering my swollen breasts and freed the protruding nipples. Mike’s
lips found my perked front. His tongue teased around the rims of my two peaks,
flicking one while rubbing the other between his fingers.

The sweet sensation of a need long overdue to be satisfied
tingled through my belly and into my pelvis.

The continuous motion of Mike’s hips dug into me through his
pants. Mike now held me with one hand underneath, while the other lowered from
my breast and pulled on the inside of my panties. He spread my ready juices
with his finger, teasing with a gentle touch on the pulsing piece of flesh.

“Lie down,” he instructed, lowering me to the bear rug. The
fur tickled my skin. With my knees bent and legs parted, I felt exposed but
excited at the same time.

Mike stood and unbuckled his pants, swiftly sliding them
off. I admired his chiseled body from below, grasping the rug with my palms. He
reached under a side table by the couch and took out a pair of handcuffs,
dangling them on his finger.

“After I make love to you, I will cuff you and devour you.”

“Promises, promises.” I bit my lower lip. The heat of the
fire on the wall warmed my left side.

Officer Aroused grasped my panties with his teeth and pulled
them off. His mouth found my sex, mixing his saliva with my fluids before
gliding to my belly button and breasts. I didn’t notice when he pulled his
boxers off until I felt the head of his cock sliding between my legs toward my
sex. Mike slid inside me with ease. Before I closed my eyes to relish the
length of him, I saw his eyes roll back with pleasure. He lowered his body on
top of mine, steadying his weight with his elbows. He entered me slowly at
first and pulled back, almost all the way out but not quite. Each push that
followed became harder, grinding against my insides. I squeezed around him, and
my pleasure increased even more. Mike’s heavy breathing increased and he
lowered his mouth to mine and I tasted my juices that remained on his lips.

“I still love you, Val,” he whispered against my lips. “I
never stopped.”

“Me too, Michael. I’ve loved you each day and night of my
life.”

He resumed kissing me with tenderness and force at the same
time, and I knew he’d never leave me again. The strength of his thrusts
increased. I clasped my arms around his neck, holding him against my body,
letting his sweat mix with mine. The constant push filled my insides more each
time, and I couldn’t hold it any longer. I came, clenching my muscles around
him, screaming. He pulled out just in time to spill his warm fluids on my
tummy.

Our breathing calmed.

Mike placed another kiss on my lips and rolled onto his
back.

“If there’s one thing I don’t regret, it’s screwing up my
first time with you.” He rolled his head to the side, looking at me. “This was
unbelievable.”

“I know exactly what you mean.” I recalled my first time,
which had lasted less than thirty seconds and left me unsatisfied. Having years
of experience under our belts proved to be invaluable.

I heard a click above my head. Mike had cuffed my right hand
to his left.

“Now, how about a shower and round two, so I can devour you
like I promised?” He sat up, pulled me off the rug and cradled in his arms. He
stood without any effort.

“I’ll have to find a way to go over the limit more often.” I
nuzzled into his neck.

Mike crossed the room toward the weaving staircase. “Then
I’ll have to imprison you in my house forever.” He carried me up the stairs.

“That sounds like a promise I’d like you to keep, Officer
Sexy.”

“I promise. This time, I will not let you go.”

I leaned my head against his chest as Mike leaned into the
shower to turn on the water. The bathroom here was almost the size of my
one-bedroom loft downtown. Once steam began to escape out the door, he stepped
inside. He lowered me onto the marble tiles and took off the handcuffs.
Lathering the soap in his hands, he stared at my ready breasts. I backed into
the stream of falling water, letting it cascade down my back, then my front.
Starting with my shoulders, Mike lathered the soap into a white puff, slowly
gliding the sponge and his hand along my arms, neck, under each breast and down
to my belly as I relished each touch. I held his erection, stroking gently
through the foam that rolled down my arms.

“Put your hands up,” he instructed.

“I want to touch you more,” I pleaded.

“No. Now it’s all about you. Put your hands up.” I listened,
and closed my eyes. A new click muffled by the falling water tied my hands to
the showerhead above.

“You’re not playing fair,” I said.

“Shh, just close your eyes, and enjoy. Open your legs.”

I obeyed.

His soapy hand slid down my belly. Mike took his time
washing between my legs. He parted my flesh, sliding his fingers between the
folds until I felt my hips grind against his hand. His mouth covered my breast
again. The urge to put my hands on his head to guide him lower grew.

Finally he knelt on the tiled floor, circling his tongue
around my navel, and kissed along a straight line toward where his fingers had
been teasing me. When he took my swelling into his mouth, my hips bucked
against his lips. He sucked gently at first, kissing and then spreading me with
his tongue.

The torture of not being able to touch him the way he had
fondled me increased my own pleasure. He slid his finger inside me, gently
pulsing as his mouth danced against me. I tilted my head back, letting the
water run along my face, down over my front. I circled my hips more quickly,
pressing against his mouth. Mike pushed harder inside me, pulling my flesh with
his lips while his tongue drove me to a height of pleasure I had never before experienced.
The climax lasted for what seemed like two minutes, shaking my body until I
couldn’t stand on my feet any longer. I pulled my hips away from his mouth and
he stood, holding my body before the metal could dig into my wrists. He
unlocked the cuffs, and I collapsed into him. Mike carried me out of the shower
and wrapped me in his soft robe.

I smelled him all around me.

He lifted me again, carrying me into what I assumed was his
bedroom. He covered me with the duvet and wrapped his arms around me from
behind.

“Would it be too forward to ask you out to dinner, Val?” he
asked.

I giggled. “As long as we end up in your bed, ask away.”

“I’ll have to insist on driving, though.”

Before I closed my eyes, I whispered, “And if I see you
going over the limit, I get to cuff you.”

“So long as you’re the one I’m cuffed to.”

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About the Author

Lacey is the Author of Erotic Romance
stories. She lives in a small town of Ontario, Canada
. Her short stories
come from real life experiences, dreams and fantasies. She’s a happily married
wife with two kids. Her mind, just like any other woman’s, often wanders off to
‘what if’ life questions. The answers to those questions can be found in her
short stories where there’s Reality in Each Fantasy.

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Bossy
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My Neighbor’s Will

In The Nightclub Series

Layers Deep

Layers Peeled

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Acknowledgments

I am grateful to be surrounded by many loving people who
support me, my fantasies, and my writing.

To my family, without whom I would never make it. Thank you
for your support, love and confidence.

To my husband, who has allowed me to research the topic of
love and sex first hand. I enjoy asking him questions about the male anatomy to
make sure my characters don’t fall short. Yes ladies, we can always learn a
thing or two (or three) just from talking. That usually leads to some field
work, but I think it’s also what makes the writing fun.

I hope you enjoyed!

To Robin Ludwig Design Inc. for the beautiful book cover.

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