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The Temptation of a Kiss

~ Chapter 1 ~

Landon sat in a chair in the corner of Devon’s dim study. He needed to get away and think, hopefully even clear his head somewhat. It was quiet and still, possible just what he needed. He could not seem to stop his thoughts from traveling to Brook. Landon wanted so desperately to forget what had happened between them the last week, but he remained a prisoner to images of her. He was coming undone. The tortuous visions of Brook’s naked body ran out of control in his mind.

It was not just the exchange they shared three times; it was more than that, so much more. It was in every way how she had said his name. The stunning way she felt under his touch. No woman had ever looked at him that way before. Brook had wanted more of him in any way he could give her. And he ceded to her every wish.

Brook had grabbed him, begged with a pleading desire for more of what he so willingly gave to her. He yielded to her in a moment of passion. Relinquishing every part of his deepest desire for her and she knew it. He had let her know it, showing her how he longed to be with her. He had felt helpless to his own fascination with her. The past week had been explosive between them. Each time felt as if it were the first time and was going to be the last of their lives.

Afterwards, the smell of her hair and her skin lingered on him for hours. It drove him crazy and he could not bring himself to wash it off.

He had thought once he bedded her it would cure his desire for her. Instead, it made everything worse. He could see her under his naked body so vividly now. Whereas before, it was a mere imagined thought. Now, his mind was consumed with memories of her and her body and the sound of her voice crying out to him in a moment of pleasure. He still tasted her breath on his, on his lips. Envisioning the way she looked as he caressed her moist skin with the tips of his fingers.

God when was it going to end? She was lingering in his mind, on his clothes, his body, and now . . . in his heart.

Landon rose quickly and went to the bar. He threw back a large shot of whisky in one gulp. A drink Landon should never drink, given his past with it. He knocked back another one just as fast.

It wasn’t long before the affects of the fifth shot were apparent. Landon slumped down in the chair, holding a full glass of the poison. He was going to rid his mind of her tonight. At least that was what he aimed for.

Devon opened the door and walked to his desk. Going through his stack of letters was not one of his favorite things to do. He set aside all the invitations to the balls and parties for Sarah and Grams to go though later. As he gazed at the pile, he smiled at the thought of his wife. Two months ago, he was alone and now, he had Sarah.

“Does love bring about a smile for you Devon?”

Devon whipped his head around in the direction the voice was coming from. Seeing Landon slouched down in the chair, holding an empty glass was not easy for him. It brought to mind many bad memories. He recognized Landon’s tone and it was like a visit from an old acquaintance you don’t care for very much.

“Have you been here long?” Devon asked.

“I needed somewhere quiet to think. Do you mind me coming here?”

“You know I don’t Landon. Day or night you are always welcome in my home.” Devon from this point was not sure if he wanted to ask Landon what was wrong. “Do you care to talk?”

“I think I have it handled now. She is gone.” Landon’s tone was low and it hissed with anger.

Devon leaned back in his chair. “Who is gone?”

“The wicked woman haunting my thoughts. She needed to be tamed.” Landon held his empty glass in the air. “And now she is.”

“What woman are you talking about? Do I know her?” Devon asked, as he grew concerned.

Landon stood up and walked over to the bar again. “It doesn’t matter now Devon, I took care of it.” Landon poured a fresh drink all the way to the rim of his glass and then over the sides, splashing it on the bar top.

Devon watched Landon sluggishly walk back to the chair and slouch down back in it. Devon rose to talk with Landon as Sarah came dashing into the room.

“You are home,” her voice full of excitement. She embraced Devon tightly.

Devon held her close to him as he buried his nose in her neck. Then he whispered, “Words cannot convey how much I have missed you.”

Sarah pulled back from him as she smiled. Whispering back she said, “Perhaps you will show me then.”

Devon kissed her gently.

“How heartwarming.” Landon’s tone indicated his displeasure of them.

Sarah jumped with surprise. “I did not know you were here Landon. Will you not stay for dinner?” Her cheeks flushed with a deep pink color.

Devon whispered something in her ear and her gaze moved to Landon. Sarah then left the room.

Devon’s glare at Landon was fierce. “Do not ever speak to my wife in that manner.”

“Why do you love her Devon? I mean, she is very beautiful woman, but what is it really about her that made you want to throw your life away?”

Devon stared at him. He refused to allow Landon get to him. “I did it because I love her. She is everything to me Landon. Perhaps one day you will understand that yourself.”

“That is no answer Devon. I can see that Sarah is charming, funny, and well,” Landon held up his glass in front of his own face and examined it for a brief moment. Landon raised his heavy lidded gaze and met Devon’s and said, “I certainly know how sweet her lips taste.”

Devon clenched his fists at his sides. He knew he was losing control of himself. Devon strode over to Landon and grabbed the drink from his hand. He smashed the half-full glass into the fireplace. “Get the hell out!”

Landon began to chuckle. He wanted Devon to hit him. “Does that bother you to know I remember what your wife’s lips taste like? She is soft and sweet like honey. Do you taste that too?”

Chuckling again and he continued. “I have to confess I’m wondering if the rest of Sarah’s body tastes of-

Devon’s hands clenched tightly around Landon’s neck. The sound of the legs from the chair splitting echoed throughout the room.

Landon offered no resistance to Devon’s assault on him. In fact, he welcomed it. He wanted to be unconscious. His only hope was that Devon would deliver and rescue him from his thoughts of Brook. Landon wanted Devon to completely knocking out every image, memory of her lavender scent, the sound of her voice ringing in his ears, but most of all, the feeling of loss without her in his arms.

Devon punched him hard the first two times. He grabbed Landon with both hands by his shirt and shook him with brutal force. “Why are you doing this?”

“Hit me again. Harder this time,” Landon said with short breaths. He could taste the blood from his lip. It wasn’t enough. “Hit me again damn it!”

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Erotic Short Story The Night's Sinful Secrets

   

 

 The Night's Sinful Secrets

Erotic Short Story

 

~ Chapter 1 ~

Athena giggled to herself as she ran through the Marquis’s maze. She heard the hushed ramblings of boots pounding the dirt in the far off distance. It has to be him and a few of his men searching for me. They didn't sound close enough to catch up with her yet.

She ran deeper into the maze at a playful pace. The image of shock flashing over him pushed her further to the limits of just plane naughty foolishness and if she was honest with herself, she loved every second of it.

Jase's pulse tore through his veins like a raging river. He stopped at a split in the maze. “Quiet,” he shouted out. “All of you go to the entrance and wait for me there.” Gazing back at his choice before him he stilled his body, listening for any sign of her.

Damn it Athena. If I had known you would take me seriously I would have never dared you to do this. 

 A vision of Athena hiking up her skirts as she removed her shoes all while gazing at him with playful determination and then dashing away down the stone steps barefoot, crept up in his mind. Floating lavender chiffon whirled behind her as she ran towards the maze.

When Jase called out to her she paused for a brief moment. Wild long waves of dark chestnut hair fell lose as she removed her clip.  Even in the moonlight from a distance he could see her mischievous smile. “Are you too kingly to pursue what is your true desire, Grand Marquis?”

He hated when she teased him with the title.

To the right the trail looped back to the middle leading to the entrance. And to the left the path headed into the secret depths of exotic confusion. If one finds himself lost he may stay lost for days. That was the way it had been designed by his great grandfather. 

Jase strode off in the direction he knew she would head, left. To her going right would be pointless. Within minutes he saw what he had hoped wouldn’t. Taking up the purple scarf in his hand, Jase squeezed it into a ball. Foolish woman. Does she not know there are other people wandering in this maze?  Shaking his head he quickly corrected himself. No, she knows because it was all part of the bet I made her. And she will stop at nothing to prove me wrong.

“Good evening,” she said passing a couple walking by. I guess I am not alone out here. A small laugh emerged. I can’t believe I am doing this. He will without a doubt refuse the marriage now. Father is going to be so cross with me.

Athena traveled further down the trail with little thought as to what tomorrow will bring for her. She had objected to the arranged marriage pleading to her mother she wanted to marry for love and although she truly cared for the Marquis, Athena was positive he did not share her passion.

Tonight will be the night the Marquis changes his mind. His insistence of duty and nobility is not something I will ever base a marriage off of…ever.

Ten minutes later Jase came upon a stocking and then another one twenty paces from that. “Blood hell,” he muttered. He shoved them in his pocket and kept walking.

Not far from there a couple bowed and said their greetings. Jase barely acknowledged them as he mumbled, “Yes you as well.” A firm scowl situated upon him now. He couldn’t help it.

Everything I have been planning is about to be ruined along with my reputation. Love, ha. Passion is for the foolish with unrealistic ideas.  I mean I can be more than passionate but I do not feel the need to show it like a school boy, especial in public.

Athena turned the corner to the left. Beautiful sculpted hedges of loving couples arranged in a circle drew a small crowd. Lit by lanterns they seemed to almost dance in the moonlight.

I’ve never seen such a display.  Her eyes widened as she entered the circle. After a moment she gazed around to the others surrounding her. I am the only one here who is alone.

One particular sculpture reminded her of him. She reached out and grazed her fingers over the form. It’s an amazing liking to him. Closing her eyes Athena saw his face. Strong square jaw with a slight clef on his chin. Perfectly formed lips she was positive would be very kissable. Sensual large deep green eyes that hid within them a devilish fun side he never allowed out. Fashionable longer blond hair that Athena wanted to touch on so many occasions but couldn’t. “You are almost perfect,” she whispered.

She took one last glance and left but not before discreetly making a point to the Marquis. He won’t be able to miss that.  Athena bit up her bottom lip as she continued on.

 

~ Chapter 2 ~

Ten minutes passed and Jase rounded the same corner Athena had. He walked past the hedge display heading forward with focus. Wait. Jase turned back around and strolled through the figures. A few people were lingering about but there was no sign of her in there.

On his way out he passed by a striking piece. He remembered it from his childhood Jase's sister often sat by it. He gazed down and saw Athena’s undergarment that should have been covering her lower half lying at his feet. With a couple now behind him he kicked it under the hedge.

Does the woman not have an ounce of subtlety?  He ran his hand through his hair. I really almost want to walk away from this. I mean look at me. She has me chasing her down in the dark as she throws bits of her attire off her body.

Jase hesitated for a second before he reached out and took another piece of Athena’s underclothing from off a branch in front of him. The soft pink delicate silk glided in the most erotic way between his fingers. Jase drew the garment up to his face and took in the scent of her.

“Do you not want to kiss me?” She has asked him earlier that night. Her head tilted in such a way it caused him gaze in the other direction.

“Perhaps when we have a private moment and the time is right,” Jase answered her as he squeezed his eyes shut. The hidden hand from her balled into a tight fist out of frustration with himself.

From the corner of his eye he saw her draw closer. “You have to be curious as to how I kiss. What my lips feel like on yours. Aren’t you Marquis?” Her tone was sultry and her words seeped into him down deep where he had not wanted them to ever go. An unexpected tremble ran through him and he flinched.

Athena had not noticed as she had by then turned away from him. Jase stood staring at the woman who was to be his wife and the thought scared him. She scared him. He did not know if he could ever show her how he felt. It was not the way he was raised.

Jase shook his head from his thoughts and placed her garment in another pocket. This whole charade is ridiculous and it’s time to end it.

Fifteen minutes had gone by and he only encountered four couples walking in the opposite direction. Glancing up at the position of the moon he judged the time. “Ten o’clock about. Two more hours and her family will wonder where she has gone to.”

Just then a group of four men heavy in their drink walked towards him. They were all loud and stumbling. Jase looked to one of the men’s hands and saw Athena’s slip.

“Whose is that,” he barked.

The men all staggered to a halt. A man on one end said, “A lovely young lady who didn’t need it any longer.” He laughed and nudged the man next to him who then tumbled into the guy next to him.  

Jase took a step closer and leaned into the man who he now wanted to punch. “Where is the woman who was wearing this?” He reached out and snatched it from the man in the middle.

“Hey,” he protested.

Jase coughed at the stench coming from him.  “Bloody hell! Are you on a weeklong binge?”

“What is it to you? Give us back our lady wear. It’s for us not for you, chump.”

Jase began to see red. A thousand thoughts ran ramped through him and he wanted to start hitting until someone talked. He removed his coat. Began to roll his sleeves. “The first one who speaks will not be beaten and then hung. The rest of you will die tonight.”

They all stared at him. One idiot finally laughed. “It is four to one and you have not a single witness.”

“Ah yes you are correct but that’s the beauty about being a Marquis, I don’t need any,” Jase smiled at them.

With visibly shaken expressions they looked to one another.

“Well,” Jase said. “Who is to be first?”

“We found it up the path, Marquise.”

“It’s true!” another shouted. “We came across it on the ground.”

Jase eyed each of them. “And you saw no one?”

The men shook their heads and Jase sent them on their way. He took a deep breath and then walked on. He hated her for making him feel this way.

Three hundred paces ahead he spotted a bridge. As Jase drew closer to it he saw her dress draped over the side. His steady walk soon turned into a full on run. The pounding of his heartbeat pummeled in his ears.

Standing in the middle of the old wooden bridge he swung around every which way but did not see her. A surprising panic overwhelmed him. “Athena,” he bellowed as loud as he could.

His words were meant with silence. What do I do? She has to be close by.  “Athena please,” his cry echoed in the still night.

“Jase, I’m here,” she said in a calm voice.

He whipped around and didn't move as he took in the sight of her in the stream below. The moonlight shimmered off her bare shoulders. Her arms moved back and forth on the surface of the water making small ripples that hid what his eyes longed to see.

Walking slowly with heavy steps across the bridge and down to the shallow bank, he stopped. Athena ran her hand over the top of her head and down the length of her hair. His jaw clench tight. Water dripped from her milky skin in the most alluring way.

“Lady Brazewell, it is time to go.” He laid her dress down and turned from her hoping she would give in so they could leave. This is not so far gone as to have caused a scandal.

“Brazewell? A moment ago it was Athena.” She said.

He could hear swooshing of mini waves breaking behind him from her movements. Both his fists squeezed shut as he tried to force the urge to turn around out of his mind. Get a grip on yourself she is just a woman. Christ I’ve been with more than I can count so shake this off and get back to the estate.

Athena was watching his posture. She waited several minutes in quiet despair. The not knowing has plagued her since she first began to fall for him. Either he really does not desire me or he is just-

“Marquis,” she said.

Her silky tone reached him with potency. Jase’s breath caught. What the hell is wrong with me?

“Please look at me Marquis.” Her voice was soft and everything womanly it should be.

“I would like you to dress now so that we can leave. I will not turn to you now. It is not the right time.” He was barely able to maintain his voice from shaking. Jase started up the bank.

“Why do you fear me?” she asked.

Jase froze in place. His mind was blank. His body was burning with a heat he had never felt before. She asked the one question that he himself could not answer for him.

“Why do you fear this…us?” She asked in a louder tone this time. Athena needed to know right now if it was her he did not care for or if it was instead, what she dreamed and prayed for.  

He couldn’t think of a reasonable answer. Why is it so important for me to stop everything I am feeling for her?  The image of the way she gazes at him flashed in his mind and his heart leaped with cruel force. Standing with his hands on his hips, Jase gazed off across the lush fields.

Athena watched him turn to her finally. And even in the silver moonlight she could see his gaze had changed. A shiver smothered her in the humid night’s air. It was greedy and lustful and everything she had always wanted it to be.

Jase removed his coat. His hands found the buttons on his shirt and he slowly began working on them. “You are right. I do fear you. I fear us and the uncontrollable happiness that your eyes promise every time I look at you.”

Athena’s heart cried at his words. Every utterance was like a song to her heart, a melody she never wanted to stop hearing. She was still and waiting for more.

He freed another button. “I fear all the time the way I will finally feel when I kiss you. It honestly scares the shit out of me.” The second button was stuck and Jase fumbled with it.

She took in a breath to speak until she saw Jase rip open his shirt and toss it to the side. The magnificence of his chiseled chest stunned her.

He torn off his boots and socks. “What I fear most is that you may not feeling the way I do. Rejection. Heartbreak. The idea that once you find out whom I really am you will just start running and never look back. And me, I will be left with such a deep seeded pain my world will never again feel the same.”

Run? Like I was tonight. Oh how could I of been so foolish.

Athena stood up. Her naked skin glistened in the light. Jase’s eyes slowly trail down the length of her until the water stopped him mid-thigh. His firm arousal still inside his pants throbbed for her. Full supple breasts welcomed him. Pale smooth skin beckoned for his hands to explore wherever they desired to. The most beautiful velvety pink secrets awaited his discovery.

He began to remove the remainder of his clothing. “Since I am being honest here, I have the most wicked sinful fantasies about you. When we are together they torture me. So many times you titled your head to the right and I wanted nothing more than to kiss your neck.” Jase now stood on the bank not far from where she was and let her gaze at him. “Tonight, I will show you every little naughty desire I’ve carried for you, Athena.”

~ Chapter 3 ~

She stared at his long thick erection wondering how he would feel in her. The muscles in his legs bulged as he descended into the water towards her.

Athena watched him draw closer. The ripples he made cascaded up her thighs splashing against her, stimulating further her already swollen and ready flesh. Jase stopped just inches from her. It would be the first time they had ever touched.

“I am more than curious to know how you kiss. The thought of never being able to taste your lips taunts me at night, Athena. From the moment we met I have not stopped thinking about you.”

“You hid it well. I had no idea.” Her gaze was so soft. Jase reached out and gently touched the inside of her hands beneath the water with his fingertips. Athena trembled from the sensation of him. With his palms up he walked his fingers into her cupped hands.  She glanced down into the water. Is this even real.

“I’ve never felt this way before. I feel like I’m dreaming,” she said. Athena watched his fingertips leave her hands and trail up her arms. His touch was so tender yet powerful. Jase trace a slow line over her collarbones and then up the sides of her neck. “I had thought you did not want me.” She whispered as she tilted her head slightly to the right.

Through a heavy lidded gaze he watched her. “Never.” Was all he said before he leaned down and laid his lips to her skin for the first time. His eyes closed as he savored the moment. Feeling her quiver he knew everything she was feeling.  “My lips will never touch another the way they do now. You are more than I could have ever hoped for in this life,” he declared through his kiss on her.

Athena held her breath as his kiss depended on her. With a sudden surge of what she could only think to be as passionate fever she reached for him in an impulsive need.

 Jase felt her hands on his biceps and then a squeeze as he moved his lips down towards the base of her neck. Her verbal expressions emanated out from every little stroke as his lips fondled her skin. This was only pushing his desire to hear more. Louder Athena. Show me you want this as much as I do.

His erection was pressing against her belly. He wasn’t sure but he thought he may be dripping already. Move slow and don’t rush this.  Jase skimmed over her beautiful light nipple with closed lips at first. Teasing her roguishly the way he had fantasized doing so many nights.

She ran her hands into his hair. Wicked waves of pleasure washed over her when she felt him take her breast in finally. Light thrills of sensations trickled through her as he sucked gently. The warmth of his mouth engulfed her entirely and Athena’s head fell forward resting on his head. “Oh,” she cried.

His other hand slid to her waist and he pulled Athena up towards him. He loved hearing the whimpering pleas escape her as he took both of her large breasts into his mouth. Pulling with a passionate need Athena moaned loudly with delight.

Her body burned under his touch. Every caress left a mark of lustful greed as he squeezed her body. His nearly cruel torture on her flesh grew dangerously teasing to the rest of her body. More. Please Jase more. Words she wanted to say but could no longer form. Caught up in what he unleashed onto her, she was captivated by each stroke of his wick sinful toying.

Jase released her now sodden flesh from his mouth. Standing straight he placed either hand on her sides at her waist. “Athena,” he said in a low soft tone.

Opening her eyes she gazed up to meet his. Strong hands roused other places on her to attention. As he gripped her bottom and pulled her up she closed her eyes again. I don’t know how much more I can take of this taunting.

Their bodies touched the full length of each other and to Jase’s surprise she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed it. Fierce hunger started to shred what little control remained within him. He wanted so much to move Athena’s hand down to his aching length but he refrained.

Squeezing her bottom with long impassioned grasps he craved to taste her kiss but knew if he did right in that moment he would release from his length everything he fought to keep in. To feel her playful tongue tangling with his was his deepest desire.

Jase slid his hands back to her waist and gently pulled her slightly off him. Staring into her questioning eyes he softly ran his thumb over her lips. A Flash of shameless yearning washed over her gaze and he watched her lips part open taking his thumb in her hot moist mouth and closed the distance again between them.

Warm desire seeped out of him between the bodies as small dribbles of what he was trying to hold back seeped forth making contact with her belly.

Athena could feel a throbbing pulsation on her skin. She watched his eyes close for a moment. He removed his thumb and skimmed it over her stomach. Bringing his thumb back in front of her lips he gazed at his juices glistening across her lips as he trailed it over them like lip balm.

Athena slowly licked her lips as she nearly fell into an aroused spell. A warm wet sensation trickled down her thighs and she wanted him.

“Open your mouth,” He sounded primal to her.

Jase slipped his thumb in and Athena sucked on it sensually. “Mm,” she moaned.

Her eyes closed from the caress on her lower inner thigh. Fingertips trailed up in a slow unsteady line as he kneaded her skin roughly.

Oh she’s so wet. Her desire for him felt silky-smooth as he rubbed it into her thigh with ever growing firm grasps of her flesh. His trembling fingers made contact with her pink heaven.

“Jase,” she cried out.

It was the first time he heard his name come from her. “Say my name again,” He said as he pushed his finger into her gently.

“Oh God Jase!” Her cry was louder this time. Athena hadn’t meant to dig her nails into his shoulders but she did. Squeezing and grasping at his flesh he pushed in further and pulled back out.

He could tell by her reactions she had never been touched this way before, something up until now he had only assumed. Extremely tight wet muscles gripped his finger as he began to thrust faster within her. She is too tight. Damn it.

“Athena as wet as you are I don’t think I will fit without ripping you and I can’t bring myself to do that to you,” he whispered.

“No,” she protested. “Jase please.” Her tone was desperate sounding.

He slid a second finger in and pushed deep with one quick thrust. Athena’s grip on his skin dug into him. “Ah Jase,” she whimpered.

“I am four times this size, Athena. If you want to take me in, and believe me I want you to in the worst way, I need to stretch you out some.”

She shook her head in agreement as she felt Jase’s hand start to pound against her flesh. It was not enough. Athena need to feel more, she needed to feel him. Take him in your hand. Just feel him. She reached down with both hands softly wrapping them around his length. Athena felt him freeze suddenly from it. Oh no what have I done? I shouldn’t been so daring. She felt his hand cover her hands. Her instinct was to pull away but he stopped her.

“You are about to fulfill one of my fantasies, Athena.” Jase tightened his grip over her hands and showed her how to stroke him. After a moment he released his hand.

A naughty desire crept up in her mind as she stared at her hands on him. Without losing her grip on him she sunk into the water on her knees. She glanced quickly up at Jase who had his eyes closed tight. Athena took in a deep breath and slowly let it out.

Jase cried out, “Oh yes Athena.” He gazed down to see his length half way in her mouth. Gripping the base of his erection Jase said, “Slower.” His teeth gritted against his concentration to hold back. “Oh Athena,” he shouted through his teeth. Hearing her gag as she pushed down on him further caused him to throb painfully hard. Something about the sound of a woman chocking on a man’s length had always turned him on and watching her do it was the most pleasure full thing he had ever experienced.

Athena saw him squeeze his length as he moaned almost sounding as if he were in pain. And without warning he pulled himself out of her mouth and picked her up into his arms.

Without a word he carried her up the bank to a lush grassy area. He pause before setting her down and gazed into her eyes. Everything about him seemed to soften at that moment. Nothing needed to be said between them as he shifted her body so that her legs wrapped around his waist. Jase slowly sat down with her in his arms. To him it was the closest position for him to hold her. It was all he wanted right now.

Athena followed whatever way he wanted to place her. She trusted him completely. His gaze upon her was loving and passionate. To think she was almost foolish enough to drive him away or maybe it was just that that drew him closer. For her there was no other moment in time she wanted to remember more than this one right now.

Jase nestled her in his lap facing him. He had straddled her legs over his thighs with his knees bent. “God you are beautiful.” He said as he ran his hand up the side of her cheek cupping her gently.

His trembling fingertips played with her hair slightly and she found it endearing. Perhaps he is as nervous as I am. Athena gazed down to his lips that were inching closer to her. The moment before they touched she whispered, “I love you Jase.”

He paused and said, “Athena, you have captured every part of me, now kiss me.”

She closed the gap between them and opened her mouth in a deep kiss. What was a just so tender only a moment earlier now ignited into a passionate sinful lust to fulfill. Her tongue could not match his thrusting need to claim her through their kiss.

Long deep plunges into her mouth were just a small display of what she was about to experience and she knew it. Their bodies pulled each other closer and then closer yet, to the point they had nearly become one.

Athena could wait no longer. Pushing her knees down to the ground she lifted her bottom off his lap.

Jase grabbed his length and held it at her opening. “Go slow otherwise you’ll hurt-

The sudden tight caress of her around the tip of him silenced Jase. He took in a deep breath and held it.

She pushed down onto him further as she squeezed his shoulders. Jase didn’t dare wrap his arms around her fearing he would pull her on him and rip her more so than she will do herself.

Wild sensations whisked through her body as Athena took more of him inside her. Moans of pleasure emerge from her that she did not try to mask. He filled her to the depths of the most delicate places giving away to her desires.

Jase slid his hands around her back and cupped the top of her shoulders. With a small thrust up he penetrated her further.

“Yes Jase deeper,” she cried out into the night air.

He pushed up into Athena almost fully and she screamed with ecstasy. Jase dropped his knees to the ground and gripped her tight. “Athena,” his husky voice said.

She gazed down to him and he kissed her as his length pushed in her completely. “Oh,” she shrieked through their kiss. Athena pressed her lips against his and whimpered out something he couldn’t make out.

Jase cupped both her beasts as he pushed them together. One wicked flick of his tongue and Athena began to grind his length with steady yawning movements.

“Jase.” It was the only word she repeatedly uttered. From the sound of her tone he knew she was close to release. He gripped her around the waist and helped her move, rubbing her hard against him. Quick short thrusts penetrated her. The feel of his throbbing length inside her was blinding out all other senses. His hard grip on her held her right where she needed to be.

“Release what you are holding back, Athena. Let me in deeper,” he said with his lips next to her ear. Jase felt her thighs soften on his and he pushed hard with unearthing thrusts.

Athena’s back arched and she let out a wild scream of pleasure. Jase could withhold no longer and spilled himself deep inside her tight warmth as he grabs her and kissed her hard.

Her head finally fell to his shoulder and he held her limp body to him in his arms. He gazed up to the stars shining brightly above them. Jase finally felt whole. He had found the missing piece in his life. Holding her a little tighter he laid his lips on the top of her head.

Athena kissed the skin she rest on. “You are perfect in every sinfully way.”

Jase chuckled. “This night’s sinfully secrets are one of many to come.”

She gazed up to him with a seductive smile. “I love you.”

 

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12:03 North Bound Quickie

12:03 North Bound

The flash of headlights and street lamps rushed by her reflecting in the train window lighting up the area where she sat. Most of the over head lights were out or flickering around her. The sun had set many hours ago giving way to the buzz of night life. She had caught the last train back from the city hoping it would be barren.

The humor of his offer made her blush in the dark alone. Tempting as it was, she could never bring herself to accept it. The cool feel of the glass window against her head only mildly tampered her growing heat at the thought of meeting him on a train for the first time. Even more so, the thought of having meaningless sex in a moment of spontaneous passion was not who she was. The secret longings she carried would remain secret from the world.

The train slowed to a stop and again her car remained empty as it pulled away from the station. Soon the lulling sound of the wheels over the tracks eased her back into her thoughts. Slipping off her shoes from her tired feet she brought her knees up and rested her feet on the bench across from her.

She watched her legs rock with the motion of the train. It caused her to wonder what his hands would look like on her skin. Biting up her bottom lip, she touched the top of her thighs palms down and ran a soft gentle line to her knees. The red polish on her nails stood out on her milky soft skin. Her hands circled back down between her thighs pushing the soft pink cotton dress up. She was sure her black panties were peaking out.

With her eyes closed thinking about all the promised passion he offered, she felt daring and sexual. There was something so erotic about the motion of the train and the quick flashes of light moving across her in the seat. Her knees fell further apart. The feeling of her own warm moist skin was making her wet. She arched back as her fingertips skimmed over her sodden panties. A force of pleasure and longing surged through her body calling for more.

Sliding her hand down inside her panties, she grazed over her naked skin feeling hot swollen wet flesh begging to be pleasured. She allowed her middle finger to stroke over her clit triggering a slight quiver as her knees drew up. With un quickened movements, she slides her middle finger between her lips and back up circling her clit again.

Hearing her own voice let out a moan of delight she had not even noticed the train had stopped. Her hands seemed to be exploring her as if for the first time. Her breath grew into a soft pant with the increasing pressure of her fingers on her wet clit. She licked her top lip letting it linger in the corner of her mouth as her body demanded more, bring her closer to the flood of release.

The train jolted forward catching her attention. She gazed up and saw him standing there. A hungry gaze washed over him before her. They were alone and for the first time meeting face to face.

“Don’t stop,” he said softly to her. He was nearly a dark shadow in the dim car. The depth of his voice was so erotic to her. He sounded commanding knowing what he wanted from her in that moment.

She gazed down to her hand inside her panties. He walked towards her and lifted her leg closest to him and sat down across from her resting her foot on top of his knee. She looked at his hand around her ankle. He was tan against her skin. Reaching down he placed her other foot on his other knee.

He watched her pull the panties further off to the side. Her hand starts to move along her skin slowly. She watches him as he watches her hand. Her legs fall open further reveling all of herself to his eyes. His grip around her ankles tightens as she does. A sudden excitement washes over her at the thought of him watching her touch her pussy. She felt sexy and dirty.

She sits up slightly and pulls off her pink summer dress baring her black silk and lacy bra to him. The dress slides from her hand to the seat next to her. His eagerness for her to uncover all he has been fantasizing about shows on his face.

Reaching up behind her she unclasps her bra. Her breasts easily bounce out of it with the motion of the train. He gazes with a heavy stare as she slips her arms out and lets it glide from her hand to the floor. The only thing that separates her from his desire is her panties. She is aware of this and for that reason leaves them on.

Leaning back to the seat she again pulls the material off to the side and grazes her finger tips over her very wet pussy for him. With deliberately slow movements she spreads open her lips feeling the cool air wash over her moist swollen flesh.

He watches her rub her pussy. “Slide your finger in,” he demands. He sees her finger enter and with one thrust in he watches her start to drip with desire. Without thinking, he slips from the seat and kneels before her. His tongue teasingly licks at her opening as she fingers herself slowly. Her back arched with a deep pleasure of his touch. She had imagined and fantasized so many times of this moment.

Her moan echoed throughout the car in the dark for him and him only to hear. His tongue trailed down the crack of her ass where all her wet desire for him pooled. His mouth lingered for a moment. Moving back up, he was not tender about it. Grabbing for her hand he pulls her finger out closing his mouth around it. Their eyes lock and her mouth parts slightly as he teases her finger with his tongue. Trailing his tongue down between her fingers he slid his tongue between them suggesting what he was about to do to her pussy. He let her hand fall from his and he slides his tongue inside her as deep as he could go. God she is tight. This pussy is going to feel so fucking good sliding up and down my fucking cock.

She took up the material of his shirt at his shoulders and moaned, “John.” He had been waiting to hear her voice, for her to say his name. This moment was going to replay in his mind for a long time.

He flicked sucked and licked at her opening. Every motion made her crazed with a need for more of his touch, his tongue, and more than anything, his hard cock. She craved to feel the first thrust of him, of his cock into her. She tried to rise up and off the seat towards him, but he pushed her back down.

He smiled at her with the most devilish of smiles. “I am not done with you yet.” He could see the frustration of her desire to control what she wanted to happen in her expression. Tracing a circle around her opening he asked her, “Do you want me?”

Her gaze was wild. She felt his finger enter her pushing deep. As his touch grew needy with his own desire to be in her, she started to peak. His gaze never left hers as her body and cries of long awaited release exploded.

He leaned over her. Pulling his hand from inside her and he cupped her breast firmly. She felt his eager warm mouth cover her nipple. This was too much for her to handle. “John, please I need to feel you inside me.”

Soft labored words of her begging desire, got to him and he ripped the panties from her body. She gasped with surprise. He stood and removed his pants just as fast. Grabbing her around the waist he pulled her on top of him.

They were now face to face. She studied him for a moment almost as if she was silently introducing herself to him. He ran his hand up threw her hair and he squeezed tilting her head to the side. Their lips lingered but an inch away from one another until, finally, he closed the distance.

He pulled her body closer rubbing her dripping wet pussy on the length of his hard long cock. He moaned into her mouth and he felt her body tense.

The vibration of his voice rushed through her like a fire. This only fueled her need to feel him penetrate deep inside her. She was throbbing for him. Lifting her bottom up, his cock landing at her opening and intense gaze in his eyes told her he would not tease her any longer.

She slid her pussy slowly onto the tip of his cock and that was all it took for her to cum on him. He was big and it had been a long time since she had been with another.

He grabbed at her waist and squeezed her tight as she went yet further down the length of his dick. Whimpers of his name escaped past her lips as she did. His hands moved to her ass as she took him in deeper and deeper. Her bottom made contact with his thighs and she sat still for a moment adjusting to his size. She kissed him hard, harder than any other person before him.

She found a rhythm with the motion of the train. Her stop was coming up soon which meant she had but 5 minutes. She whispered to him, “I want to feel you fill my pussy with your cum, John. I want to fuck your big cock until I feel your exploding release deep inside me.”

She moved her tight wet pussy up and down on him with a slow steady motion until she felt a sharp pinch of the start of his explosion within her.

After a moment she climbed off of him and grabbed her purse and pulled out some tissues, shoving them between her legs. They felt the train begin to slow as it approached her stop. Grabbing her bra she placed it in her purse and threw her dress over her head. John handed her shoes to her.

Smiling at him she took them and hurried to the door.

John called out to her before she descended down the steps,“Caroline.”

She stopped and turned. Their eyes locked one last time. As she watched the corners of his mouth turn up, she blew him a kiss.

John walked back over to where they had just been entangled into one another. Bending down he picked up her torn black panties from off the seat. As the train pulled away he watched her run along the sidewalk and away from him.