Alison's Wonderland by Alison Tyler Page B

patterns across her stomach before going lower.
    Breath hot in her throat, Laura arched her back again, wanting him to caress the tender flesh between her swollen nether lips. But Rick continued teasing her, his lotion-laden hands moving silkily over the flesh between her legs. His lips followed, laying tiny kisses on the skin of her inner thighs, moving close to her pussy before retreating downward again.
    Laura pounded her bound wrists on the sofa, unable to take much more of this erotic torture. Then Rick’s mouth was on her lower lips, French-kissing them, his tongue darting out to caress her swollen clitoris. He lapped slowly at her engorged folds and Laura screamed, the heat of her climax engulfingher, submerging her in almost unbearable passion. Rick continued tonguing her, and she was hit broadside by a second orgasm, her body spasming in unspeakable pleasure.
    Rick released her when her voice was little more than a choked-out whimper. He left her for a moment and she heard him slide off his clothes.
    “I want to fuck you,” he said softly. “I’m so damn hard for you, I can’t stand it…”
    Unable to speak, still trembling, Laura watched as Rick knelt between her open legs, stroking his enlarged penis, his glance catching hers. She nodded, her body tensed in anticipation of his entry. He slid into her and Laura moaned at the touch of his hard flesh moving against her swollen walls. She wrapped her legs around him as he set a steady rhythm, her hips moving involuntarily. Astonishingly, she felt the warmth of a pending orgasm begin to flood her body again, and she gazed at Rick.
    “I’m going to come,” she said, gasping.
    “Do it,” he said hoarsely. “Oh, sweet Jesus…”
    Laura felt his release a split second before her own. She cried out, giving in to her climax and when it was over, collapsed beneath him, her breath coming out in sobs.
    Rick slowly reached to untie the cloth binding her wrists. He sat up and drew her into his arms. Laura lay against him for a long moment, the smell of sex and raspberries enhancing the afterglow.
    “That was incredible,” he whispered in her hair.
    She nodded, her eyes closed. Incredible described it. “That was a first for me,” she said. “I’ve never really received pleasure in bed. I was the one who gave it.”
    “Men like to give pleasure, too.” He spoke as though a revelation had just come to him. “Maybe that’s what the long-haired dude with the wings was talking about in a dream I had.” He laughed a little. “He said I was a selfish bastard inbed. Maybe it’s the reason I haven’t been able to get it up. For anyone. Until today. Until I gave pleasure.”
    Laura sat up suddenly, and turned to him. “You—you had the dream about that long-haired guy, too? About six weeks ago?” At his nod, she shook her head. “So did I. Carolyn thought it might have been Cupid.” She felt stupid as she said it, but Rick regarded her thoughtfully.
    “The god of love?”
    “I know it sounds strange, but hear me out. Ken and I broke up,” Laura said. “I wanted to be more attractive to men. It’s like—I got my wish. I attracted guys, but couldn’t get aroused.”
    Rick considered her. “You haven’t received pleasure in bed and I haven’t given it.”
    “Until now,” Laura said softly.
    “Until now,” he affirmed. They were both silent for a moment.
    “Maybe this long-haired dude—Cupid?—had a reason for invading both our dreams,” Rick finally said. “It makes a weird sort of sense that—that maybe we were brought together like this to learn something.”
    Laura sighed. “It’s no weirder than what’s been happening to me these past few weeks.”
    Rick stood, hunted for his clothes and found them. As he slid them on, he found her glasses on his desk.
    “You may not need these again,” he said with a grin.
    “Hopefully not,” she responded, smiling back.
    He tossed the glasses back on the desk. “I’d better open up. You might