Authors: Ann B. Harrison
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Erotica, #Paranormal, #Romantic Erotica
Running his tongue up and down over the
sheer fabric he worked it until he found her budding flesh. Gripping it between
his teeth he teased it, nipping gently before sucking hard as she thrashed
against the door, rubbing her mound into his face.
Rhian reached up on her toes, arched her
back and strained against him. He held her tightly, wringing every last bit of
her orgasm from her. Red caught her as she slid down the door to land in a heap
on the floor wrapped in his arms.
“Holy shit,” she panted. “That was
incredible.” She wriggled in his lap, twisting until she was sitting astride
him, her soaking panties firmly against his very hard cock. She pushed her
mouth against his and tugged at his lip with her teeth. He let her kiss him
until her breathing steadied and then he took over again.
He fell back onto the floor taking her with
him. “Reach into my jeans pocket and get the condom.” Her pupils dilated before
she did as he asked. “Now I want you to stand over me and slide off your
panties.” He could see her breathing start to race as she did as he asked. Her
nipples hardened as her fingers found the elastic of her underwear.
Sliding her fingers inside she smiled coyly
at him as they made their way down to her clit and rubbed it instead of doing
what he asked.
“What are you doing Rhian? You were
supposed to be taking them off, not pleasuring yourself.” Red lay at her feet,
his erection throbbing as he watched her.
She grinned down at him, her head cocked to
one side. “I thought this was a two way relationship, Red. You don’t get to
call all the shots all of the time.”
“Just get down here, woman before I do
something rash.” He grabbed her ankles and tugged. When she fell to the floor,
he gripped the skimpy lace and tore it from her body. She pouted as he threw it
away. Red reached for the condom in her hand but she laughed and held it above
her head.
“Mine,” she said. Shuffling back down his
legs she bowed her head and covered his cock with her mouth.
Red raised his hips in ecstasy as her mouth
worked its magic. He tangled his fingers in her hair and groaned deep in his
throat with every sweep of her tongue. He stilled her by lifting her head from
his cock before he lost it. This time he wanted to come inside her “Condom.
Now” He held her up, his eyes willing her to obey.
She grabbed the small foil packet and tore
it with her teeth. Taking the condom, Rhian slid it over the head of his cock
and rolled it down his shaft.
Red pulled her closer and taking her hips,
lifted her above him and with a grunt of relief, pulled her down, sinking into
her warmth. He held her still for a moment, her heat encasing him before he
started to move inside her.
Rhian leaned her hands on his shoulders and
rode him hard. She drove him crazy with lust and it took mere seconds for him
to explode. He dug his fingers into her ass and held her down against him until
he stopped shuddering.
Red opened his eyes and the first thing he
noticed was he wasn't in his own bed. He had fallen asleep with Rhian in his
arms and slept right through the night. She snuggled into his neck, muttering
in her sleep. Her lips moved and he wondered if it was him and what they did
last night that was putting the smile on her face.
She had certainly enjoyed last night if her
moans of ecstasy were anything to go by. According to her, one orgasm was not
the benchmark for good sex. Multiple orgasms were and she wasn't shy in asking
for more. Come to think of it, neither had he been. Taking charge of their sex
was new for him too. He would never have been allowed to do that with Eleanor.
Another good reason why Rhian was the woman for him. Red stroked his finger
down her chin and around her neck wondering if wake-up sex was a thing of
dreams or a reality.
She smiled and stretched, keeping her eyes
closed. Her foot moved and she ran her toe up the calf of his leg before
opening her eyes. “Hey.” Her voice was rough from sleep.
“Hey, yourself.” He leaned in and kissed
her lips gently.
Rhian locked her mouth on his and twined
her fingers though his hair pressing her naked body into his. Morning sex was
definitely on the menu. He pushed her onto her back and trailed kisses down her
throat and before turning his attention to her breasts.
* * * *
Rhian pushed her body up to his face,
loving the way he rolled her nipples in his mouth, teasing them with his teeth.
Almost purring with pleasure, she pushed her hand down between their bodies and
grasped his erect and ready cock. She slid down his body, determined to suck
him dry this morning since he hadn’t allowed her to finish it last night. She
loved the taste of him and couldn’t get enough.
She nuzzled his sac while her fingers toyed
with the head of his cock, rubbing the soft skin until the bead of moisture
burst free. That was when she licked her tongue up the underside of his shaft
and took him into her mouth. Swirling her tongue around his cock, sucking hard
she brought him to a fast climax. When he finished ejaculating, she slid back
up his body.
“There, that was for not letting me finish
last night. Now we’re even.”
“It’s not about being even, Rhian. It never
will be. It’s about us enjoying each other, no competition intended.” Red
rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip before kissing her.
Without any warning he rolled her over onto
her back, pinning her hands over her head. He ran his tongue along the skin
under her ear and smiled when she squirmed.
“Now stay there and don’t move, please.”
Red sat up, reached over to the nightstand,
and took another condom from the pack.
Then he pushed her legs apart and lay
between them, sliding into her slick folds. Moving gently, he made slow
passionate love to her, buried deep inside her warmth. Red traced his tongue
around her lips grazing her chin with his teeth as she arched her body against
him. He nuzzled the hollow of her throat before licking his way up to her ear,
biting the soft skin of her lobe. She moved slowly with him at first and Rhian
gradually pushed him faster. She wrapped her legs around his pulling him in
deeper and with a final thrust of his cock, Red took them both over the edge.
They lay together and relaxed before Rhian
took charge and pulled him toward the shower. He stood under the warm jets and
let her soap his hair, massaging his scalp slowly and sensuously.
“You can wash my hair anytime. That was so
damned good.” He ran his face under the water and shook his head. Turning to
her, he cupped her face in his hands before giving her a hard wet kiss.
Rhian stepped from the shower and reached
for a towel. She passed it to Red and he wrapped it around his hips. He would
have loved to crawl back into bed with her but he had to go to work and he knew
she had a full day. He dressed quickly before he could change his mind.
Red pulled a cream-colored envelope from a
pocket in his jacket. He handed it to Rhian with a smile before her kissed her
goodbye.
Passing May in the driveway, he nodded
politely and climbed on to his motorbike. Rhian waved as he rode down the
street.
* * * *
“Well, I guess you made up then?” May
stood beside her, the question hanging between them.
“I guess we did at that. Coffee?” Rhian
walked inside clutching the envelope to her chest and went to the kitchen to
pour two cups. She ran her finger over the beautifully written name on the
front.
Ms Rhian Gallagher
She slid her finger under the flap and pulled
out the invitation. Opening the card she read
Mr. Carrick Douglas requests
the pleasure of Ms Rhian Gallagher as his partner on Valentine’s Day at St
Regis Hotel at 7p.m.
She propped it up on her bench, the warmth running
through her veins.
A romantic date, it was going to be so
much fun.
It had been ages since she’d dressed up and
she just knew Red would look drop dead gorgeous in a suit. Pouring the coffees,
she hummed to herself, returned to the office, and handed one over to May.
Rhian ran her gaze down the appointments
for the day and thanked the Fates it was Friday. She had talked Red into coming
to the cottage for the weekend. They could take a ride down the coast to Carmel
and have lunch or just wander the shops stopping for a coffee if they wanted
to. Or they could stay in bed all weekend. It would be great to be able to get
away from work.
It would also be a good time to learn more
about each other. So far their only dates had been filled with sex or
aggravation more than anything else. Not that there was anything wrong with the
sex side of things in Rhian’s mind but she wanted to get to know the man she
intended to marry. Perhaps it would be a good idea if she broached the subject
of what she was soon.
But then again, maybe it was too early.
She didn't want to scare him off.
“So, you sorted it out alright then, I
gather?” May was persistent.
“Yes, May, we did. Just a misunderstanding
with an old flame who can't let go. I just took it the wrong way.” Rhian leaned
on the edge of the desk and looked at her friend of many years.
“Does he know yet, Rhian, or are you hiding
it still?”
“Don't push me. You know I'll tell him soon
enough. Just give me a chance, it's all I ask.”
“Look what happened last time. You didn't
let on what you were until he proposed and when you did the poor man ran away
screaming. I thought you promised you would sort it out earlier next time.” May
shook her head and reached for Rhian's hand. “Look you know I love you and I'm
just looking out for your best interests. I don't want to be the one bringing
you chicken soup when Red does the same as the last one, for God's sake.”
“I know and you're a dear, honestly you are
May. I will tell him, soon, I promise. We're going to spend the weekend at the
cottage so it might be a good time to let him in on my little secret, I'm
thinking.” Rhian smiled over the edge of her coffee cup. “I’m meeting him up
there so he can take his bike. I’ve asked for a trip up the coast to Carmel on
the back. I’m thinking if we can get into something he loves like cruising on
his bike, it will be easier for me to say something. “
“Good idea. Now you go and get ready
because your first patient is walking up the path now.” May put on her
receptionist’s welcoming face as the door opened.
* * * *
Rhian held on tight to the leather-clad
body in front of her. The wind caught her loose hair and whipped it down the
back of her neck. The drone of the bike was cut down by the helmet she was
wearing but the throb of the big Ducati motor pulsed through her thighs, giving
her a sexual thrill she hadn’t anticipated.
Red weaved the bike left and right as he
took the curves of the winding road. Rhian leaned with him, her chest pressed
into his back. She marveled at the feeling of freedom sitting on the back of a
motorbike compared to sitting in her car. She almost felt invincible and could
understand Red’s love for this machine.
He slowed as he came to the small town of
Carmel. Cruising down the streets with the holiday traffic he looked out for a
parking lot and indicated when he found one. Rhian dismounted first and he
helped her take off her helmet, undoing the chin-strap for her. She shook her
hair free and ran her fingers through it. Taking a hair tie from her wrist, she
pulled it up on the top of her head into a messy knot.
Red took their helmets and placed them on
the seat before putting on his glasses. Rhian wondered how long it would be
before he noticed any difference. She was getting anxious to see if her spell
had worked.
He took her hand and together they walked
the streets looking at the shops and peering in the windows taking their time
to mingle with tourists and locals.
“Oh, look at that.” Rhian had her face to
the window of an art gallery and her gaze was fixed on a red frog climbing the
glass display shelf. It was crafted from bronze and glazed in vivid red with
black splotches down its back. The frog was positioned as if it was climbing
the shelf it was displayed on. Its back leg was stretched out to full length as
it climbed and its gold tipped toes grasped the shelf. “Frogs are one of my
favorite creatures. They are so beautiful.” She gazed at it for another few
seconds and then continued down the street.
They walked hand in hand until they came
across a small courtyard set with tables and umbrellas. Pots of brightly
colored geraniums lined the edges and Red looked at her, inclining his head
toward the coffee shop, eyebrows raised.
“Yeah, why not, a coffee would be great
right now.”
They sat at a table in the corner next to a
large archway covered in jasmine.
Rhian closed her eyes and breathed deeply.
“Oh I so love that smell. Does it not sing to you Red, the perfume of some
flowers? I want to close my eyes and drift away to some faraway land where
things are pretty and perfect all the time.”
“Sounds like you believe in the impossible,
Rhian.” He grinned at her, and her insides turned both warm and fuzzy but a
feeling of dread settled above the warmth.
“Sorry, it’s just the way I am, Red. I
always wish for peace and happiness for everyone. I was brought up to believe
all things are possible if you wish for them hard enough.”
“It is nice to dream but you are talking to
a scientist here. If I can't prove it the conventional way, I can't believe
it.”
“Didn't you ever dream as a kid you wanted
to be Superman or something? I used to read comic books and wish I had some of
those powers. Flying through the night sky and rescuing those in need.”
“Fantasy, pure and simple, you know it is.”
“But didn't you ever play pirates or make
sandcastles at the beach and pretend you were Robinson Crusoe just waiting to
be rescued? Or Peter Pan and Tinkerbell?”
“Actually, yes but if you tell anyone I’ll
deny it.” He grinned at her and took hold of her fingers with both of his
hands. Looking down at them he continued. “I didn’t dare let my father know but
I always wanted to be Iron Man.” He squeezed her fingers and laughed. Her heart
clenched at the sad expression momentarily flitting across his face.
“And what is so wrong with that? I think
it’s lovely to lose yourself in fantasy now and then, especially when you are a
child. Adulthood and all of its responsibilities comes along far too soon.”
“Yes, but to let children think all their
troubles will be erased by a fictional superhero is just plain wrong.” He
shrugged his shoulders and rolled her fingertips between his fingers. “Didn’t
you get upset when you found out Santa Claus was just a story someone had made
up?”
“Yes, of course. What child doesn’t? But
you have to understand, Red, magic and fantasy have a role to play. They make
children feel brave and adventurous, give them wings to dream. My parents
encouraged us to believe and I thank them for it.”
“Fantasy maybe, but magic, definitely not.
Don’t even try and tell me you believe in witches and dragons, Rhian. That is
pure fiction, fit only for fairgrounds.”
“You don’t believe at all then?”
“No, no and no. I have science running
through my genes. Sure I read books but I always understood the difference
between fantasy and reality. My parents didn't lie to me. I grew up knowing
magic and fairies existed but only between the pages of a book.”
She leaned over and took his hand in hers.
“I'm Irish, Red. I believe in all of those things, it's how we're brought up,
you understand.”
“And that's fine but don't ask me to change
my beliefs. I am what I am. You won't sway me, Rhian. Now how about coffee?”
“That would be wonderful, thank you.”
They passed a lovely morning, walking and
window gazing. Rhian brought a pear shaped crystal to hang from her window
before they headed back to Red’s bike.
She clung to his back on the ride home. The
sun shone down on them, warming their bodies. Closing her eyes, she floated
with the rhythm of the bike. She held on tight, leaning when he did, undulating
from side to side. His scent filled her senses and she snuggled closer, her
crotch pressed into his butt. The heat raced through her groin and she sighed,
wishing they were somewhere else.