Private Pleasures by Bertrice Small Page B

pleasure her," he said with a counterfeit show of deference.
Nora lay back on the bed, spreading her legs open for him. She gestured at Kyle. "And you, slave, give me your cock to play with else I be bored." She could see he was already half aroused. He too needed a lesson. He had been behaving in too dominant a manner tonight. She felt Rolf kiss her vulva even as Kyle positioned himself atop her chest, careful not to let his weight hurt her. Unable to help herself, she ran her hands lightly over his muscled thighs. Then she took his penis in her hand, holding it gently as she breathed softly on it. Her other hand lightly tickled his balls as the tip of Rolf's tongue lightly touched her clit.
Nora put Kyle's cock in her mouth, but she did not suck on him. Instead she slid her lips up and down the long shaft. When her tongue encircled the tip of it several times, he shuddered. He was getting harder, and it was more difficult for Nora to concentrate on what she was doing because Rolf's skillful tongue was caressing her clit. She began to suck hard on Kyle's penis, which grew firmer and firmer in her mouth.
"She's ready," Rolf said suddenly.
"So am I," Kyle groaned. "Let go, Red, if you want to be fucked."
She released him immediately, and the two men reversed positions, with Kyle thrusting hard into Nora's vagina, and Rolf kneeling behind her head and leaning forward to push his cock into her mouth. This time they all came together, and when their bodies had untangled themselves Nora cuddled against Kyle contentedly.
"That was nice," Nora said softly.
"Better than nice, mistress," Rolf told her. "I'm going to shower and go if you don't need me anymore tonight."
"No, go on," she told him. She wanted to be with Kyle now. Just Kyle. She dozed, only to be awakened by the sharp ring of the telephone. Confused for a moment, she rolled over and looked about. A portable was on her bedside table. Reaching for it, she pressed the ON button.
"It's four a.m., Mrs. Buckley," the crisp voice said. "The Channel will be closing in a half hour."
"Thank you," she responded groggily, pressing the phone's OFF button. "Kyle?"
"I'm here," he said, coming into the bedroom. "Go shower. I've got a nice cup of cappuccino for you."
"You are perfect!" she told him, stumbling from the bed into the bathroom. She showered quickly, washing away the strong scent of unbridled sex from her skin. Toweling herself off, she walked naked back through the bedroom and into the living room. To her amusement he helped her into her short navy silk robe, and she cocked an eyebrow at him. "You don't like me naked anymore?" she teased him.
"We don't have much time, and I just want to enjoy your company for a few minutes," he told her, handing her the footed cappuccino cup. "When are you coming back to me, Nora?"
She sat down, and to her surprise, he sat on the floor by her side, his dark head in her lap. "I can't come tonight. It's Saturday, and if I let J. J. stay out with friends two nights in a row, it will look odd. And Sunday night is a school night, and he'll be home. Probably not until Monday night, Kyle." She sipped at the cappuccino. "Umm, this is really good."
"I'm going to miss you," he said softly.
"I'm probably going to miss you more," she told him. He was a fantasy, and you didn't have feelings for a fantasy, Nora reminded herself. But she did have feelings for him. He was her creation. The perfect man. The perfect lover.
"Let's just be together, the two of us, then, on Monday night," he said.
"Okay," she agreed. "No Rolf and pretty maid."
He looked up at her. "I'm falling in love with you," he told her.
She was startled. "You can't," she said. "You don't really exist, Kyle."
"I exist for you, Nora," he reminded. "I am as real for you as anything else is."
"But not in my world of reality," she said. "You're my fantasy, Kyle. Nothing more than a fantasy."
"I'm going to teach you to love again," he told her.
"If you can do that," she said wistfully, "it would be