more tonight. More than just a grope
in the dark. But this whole hot and cold thing she gave him bordered on the
ridiculous, and more than a little immature.
How old was she,
anyway? Sixteen? No. She was a grown woman. A full-fledged sexual being. Why
couldn’t she simply reach out and grab sex when she wanted it?
The worst thing was,
tonight she had wanted it. Wanted it with every fiber of her
being. Touching Aidan had been a lesson in frustration. Sweet, satisfying, and
oh so agonizing at the same time. Every time she’d grasped his enormous shaft
she visualized his cock inside her—stroking, thrusting, making her scream with
pleasure.
He’d have given it to
her, too. So what did she do? She said no. Not only no, but
I’ve-no-further-interest-in-you no.
Now what were her
alternatives? Relieve the ache with her own hand, as she’d done so many times
over the years? Frankly, she was more than a little tired of coming that way.
Tired of being afraid to have a relationship, or even just plain old sex, for
heaven’s sake.
Not that sex with Aidan
would be plain ole’ anything. She already sensed that making love with him
would be a forever altering experience. She simply wasn’t sure how she knew
that.
She stood, no answers
forthcoming and resigned to the fact she’d made a mess of things tonight. With
a sigh she walked into the bathroom to get ready for bed.
Her reflection caught
her eye and shocked her.
Her hair was unkempt –
several strands had fallen loose from the clip in back, lending a look of
complete disarray to her appearance. Her cheeks were pink, her lips swollen
from Aidan’s kisses, making her look wild and…dare she say it? Sexy.
She could have laughed
if the idea of being sexy weren’t so ridiculous.
Then again, why not?
Resting her hands on her hips she twisted to the side. Not much in the chest
department, true, but still the low vee of the dress showed off the sides of
her breasts nicely. She was slender, her belly firm thanks to the gazillion
sit-ups she did at the gym. Her legs were in good shape from running and
tennis.
She wasn’t exactly
hideous. She was desirable. And obviously Aidan agreed.
He wanted her.
She wanted him.
So what was the
problem? Why couldn’t she enjoy a little hot and sultry romp in the sack with a
man who oozed sex appeal? After all, in a month she’d be back in Boston with
fond memories and at least some sexual satisfaction. Aidan hadn’t exactly
indicated he was looking for a permanent relationship. Admittedly, he hadn’t
said he was interested in anything but sex.
And sex was something
Melissa hadn’t had nearly enough of in the past few years.
She cupped her breasts,
palming them over her dress, her nipples springing to life against her hands.
Moving her fingers in circular motions, she stroked the aching buds until they
stood out prominently against the silk.
Desire pooled between
her legs, reminding her that one hot guy had come in her hands less than an
hour ago. She’d come herself, in that bizarre, out-of-nowhere orgasm that had
rocked her senses in the casino. Was she so turned on that she’d had a
spontaneous orgasm without being touched? Maybe that was her problem.
Dammit, she needed sex.
And if she hadn’t been so stupid, by now Aidan could have had his long, hard
cock buried deep inside her, making her scream with a desperately needed
orgasm.
But no, she’d been
stupid. Now she’d have to do it herself.
The thought made her
shudder, and she contemplated lying down on the bed and stroking her clit to a
quick orgasm. Heaven knows it wouldn’t take long. The tension had been building
all day. That’s probably why she’d had that strange orgasm in the casino. She’d
held too much inside for too long and the dam had simply burst. Once it had, it
continued to refill, just like now. She knew a rapid release would be in order.
But as she started to
turn away from the mirror, a thought occurred to her.
What did she look
in the dark. But this whole hot and cold thing she gave him bordered on the
ridiculous, and more than a little immature.
How old was she,
anyway? Sixteen? No. She was a grown woman. A full-fledged sexual being. Why
couldn’t she simply reach out and grab sex when she wanted it?
The worst thing was,
tonight she had wanted it. Wanted it with every fiber of her
being. Touching Aidan had been a lesson in frustration. Sweet, satisfying, and
oh so agonizing at the same time. Every time she’d grasped his enormous shaft
she visualized his cock inside her—stroking, thrusting, making her scream with
pleasure.
He’d have given it to
her, too. So what did she do? She said no. Not only no, but
I’ve-no-further-interest-in-you no.
Now what were her
alternatives? Relieve the ache with her own hand, as she’d done so many times
over the years? Frankly, she was more than a little tired of coming that way.
Tired of being afraid to have a relationship, or even just plain old sex, for
heaven’s sake.
Not that sex with Aidan
would be plain ole’ anything. She already sensed that making love with him
would be a forever altering experience. She simply wasn’t sure how she knew
that.
She stood, no answers
forthcoming and resigned to the fact she’d made a mess of things tonight. With
a sigh she walked into the bathroom to get ready for bed.
Her reflection caught
her eye and shocked her.
Her hair was unkempt –
several strands had fallen loose from the clip in back, lending a look of
complete disarray to her appearance. Her cheeks were pink, her lips swollen
from Aidan’s kisses, making her look wild and…dare she say it? Sexy.
She could have laughed
if the idea of being sexy weren’t so ridiculous.
Then again, why not?
Resting her hands on her hips she twisted to the side. Not much in the chest
department, true, but still the low vee of the dress showed off the sides of
her breasts nicely. She was slender, her belly firm thanks to the gazillion
sit-ups she did at the gym. Her legs were in good shape from running and
tennis.
She wasn’t exactly
hideous. She was desirable. And obviously Aidan agreed.
He wanted her.
She wanted him.
So what was the
problem? Why couldn’t she enjoy a little hot and sultry romp in the sack with a
man who oozed sex appeal? After all, in a month she’d be back in Boston with
fond memories and at least some sexual satisfaction. Aidan hadn’t exactly
indicated he was looking for a permanent relationship. Admittedly, he hadn’t
said he was interested in anything but sex.
And sex was something
Melissa hadn’t had nearly enough of in the past few years.
She cupped her breasts,
palming them over her dress, her nipples springing to life against her hands.
Moving her fingers in circular motions, she stroked the aching buds until they
stood out prominently against the silk.
Desire pooled between
her legs, reminding her that one hot guy had come in her hands less than an
hour ago. She’d come herself, in that bizarre, out-of-nowhere orgasm that had
rocked her senses in the casino. Was she so turned on that she’d had a
spontaneous orgasm without being touched? Maybe that was her problem.
Dammit, she needed sex.
And if she hadn’t been so stupid, by now Aidan could have had his long, hard
cock buried deep inside her, making her scream with a desperately needed
orgasm.
But no, she’d been
stupid. Now she’d have to do it herself.
The thought made her
shudder, and she contemplated lying down on the bed and stroking her clit to a
quick orgasm. Heaven knows it wouldn’t take long. The tension had been building
all day. That’s probably why she’d had that strange orgasm in the casino. She’d
held too much inside for too long and the dam had simply burst. Once it had, it
continued to refill, just like now. She knew a rapid release would be in order.
But as she started to
turn away from the mirror, a thought occurred to her.
What did she look
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