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Masturbation Monday No. 48

Nichy was half lying on her seat in the hospital waiting room. Gavin had gone to do some administrative stuff for Ilona. Before she could have given in and invited him to stay in the guest room with her, Ilona went into labor for real.Her body burned with desire now waiting for him. The feeling of Gavin’s tongue between her legs, and along her ass made her almost come all over again with the memory of him.

With a deep breath, she got up to go to the coffee machine, her body thrumming with such kinetic desire she was afraid to move. She leaned against the wall, when she felt Gavin touch her behind. He caressed her in such an intimate way, even though they were nowhere near lovers yet.

She turned around to look at him, and dropped her coffee.

“Simona…”

Nichy looked at the man who was not Gavin standing in front of her. She slapped him briskly,

“My name is not Simona, you bastard!”

She walked away from him, but he grabbed her arm tightly and she knew it would bruise the same way Gavin’s love marks would. He pulled her into a stairwell, and threw her up against the wall.

“You always liked it rough, didn’t you?”

Nichy blinked rapidly, struggling to get away before she was pinned to the wall with her hands behind her back.

“Yes, you always liked it rough. You always liked it when I did this to you Simona.”

Tears filled her eyes as she looked up at him. 

“I am not Simona!”

Nichy looked away, the man let her hand loose, but grabbed her and covered her mouth. 

That was all she remembered.
She had tried to convince him she was not Simona, she really believed if she looked at him with conviction that she would be okay. 

Because she had not been Simona for a very long time, and she did not feel like Simona anymore.

The room she was in was decadent. All red velvet, damn it! As she came to, she realized she was in the same hotel she had been in with Gavin.

Sprawled on the bed, her eyes were swollen with tears. She was still in the clothes that she wore when he took her at the hospital, and she did not feel him around. Shooting a glance to the bathroom, Nichy heard water running.

Between her legs still thrummed with excitement, and she was ashamed. He said to her that she had liked it rough. Simona had liked it rough with him, she had liked to put on a show for him. Sitting in a chair facing him a la Christine Keeler, looking him in the eye as she made herself come.

Slow deliberate strokes first, just to titillate the both of them. Then longer, stronger strokes, until she leaned back in the chair with her legs spread wide. Simona had rubbed her stomach and breasts with her own come, sticking her finger inside her mouth after to taste what she was spread like a condiment on her body for him to taste. He fucked her rough, his tongue ragged over her skin.

Especially where she was spread with her own condiment.

Simona and Nichy liked sex, but Nichy was frightened. She had run from this man, run so far away from him. Her days of performing for him were over, completely consciously she ran to the door.

He leaped out of nowhere and grabbed her by the hips.The gentle touch on her backside in his greeting at the hospital, now was replaced by a resounding slap catching her sweet spot. Afraid that she was going to come if he slapped her there again, Nichy was perfectly still. He spun her around to face him.

“What do you want Dorian?”

She looked up at his impenetrable face, like looking up at the sky and not knowing what was to come…

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Sinful Sunday, Week 225: Vintage/Retro – Greetings From Eroticon 2015!!!

  
In my mind, this image from Eroticon 2015, will be sweetly honeyed with memories of Honey who took this photo for me…

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Wicked Wednesday #165: Peeping Tom

She just asked him to hold her, but Marcus needed more of her. He ran his hands through Eliza’s hair, and rained tiny kisses on her temple, cheek and neck. Her body pressed into his for support.
He kissed her mouth, his kiss demanded the answer he wanted for his question to her. Why had she come to tell him about the breakup? Her mouth was soft and pliant, in response against his. He pulled her into a corner with her arms up over her head, and slipped his hand under her dress.

Marcus knew she would be wet. As he fingered her, he savored the softness and wetness between her legs, that she parted for him more even as she squirmed. She sucked on his bottom lip for balance it seemed, and he fingered harder. She was so wet, she took in his fingers with ease. He kissed her neck, as she moved in tandem with his hand. 

It was there he saw a peeping tom in the distance…or a peeping Elliott in this case.

Elliott was in the distance, but Marcus could see him…smelled him like a dog in heat. At first Elliott avoided his eyes, Marcus could tell that he did not think he would be caught. When he realized that he could see him, Elliott looked at him unflinchingly while he lit a cigarette. 

He was already getting hard but between fingering Eliza and looking at Elliott, he was saturated with lust. 

Eliza moved against his hand, and came to a rough orgasm. He kissed her mouth, and held her face before slipping his wet with her come fingers into her mouth. She sucked his fingers ravenously, and slipped her hand down the front of his pants.

“We have company…” he said. 

Eliza spun around in the distance, Elliott looked at them both. He stepped out of the shadows, and exhaled smoke.

For a moment, Marcus was paralyzed with a memory as he was about to introduce him to Eliza. Elliott was lighting a cigarette when they went out alone for the first time. He was nervous, because he was all too aware of Elliott. Elliott was his drug at the time, he could not get enough of him. Outside of the restaurant was filled with the scent of cigarettes, and Elliott who smelled clean with a whisper of the expensive cologne that he wore. Elliott looked at him the way he had looked at him while he was fingering Eliza, with concealed but still explicit desire. 

“Eliza, this is Elliott, one of the producers of the show.”

Eliza’s eyes lingered on his, before she smiled at Elliott. Marcus had told her about Elliott and him, and she probably wondered if he was the man that he had been talking about.

“Nice to meet you Eliza,” Elliott said, taking her hand. 

Marcus swore he saw her quiver when Elliott took her hand. Elliott was effortlessly charming, and Marcus smiled that Eliza was not immune to it. He was the type of man that demanded attention for his demeanor alone, his appearance was secondary.

“Nice to meet you,” Eliza smiled.

Marcus remembered when Sandrine met Elliott, she had also fallen right in love with him. Marcus did not mind so much, because Elliott was not bisexual. He only got involved with men. Sandrine had lamented it briefly, but got over it soon enough.

“Elliott!” the starlet exclaimed, running over to him, and pressing her lips to cheek. She left lipstick on his collar, which she rubbed playfully.

“Carla, you are a very bad girl leaving lipstick on my collar!” Elliott admonished.

Marcus watched Carla look orgasmic, looking at Elliott. He felt semi-orgasmic himself remembering what it was like to kiss Elliott. They were just friends now, but he would never forget what it was like to be with Elliott. What it was like to be in his arms, what it was like to take off his usually pristine suits and mess him up.

Elliott looked away from Carla, and smiled at him. He wondered what Elliott was thinking when he was peeping tomming him and Eliza? And he thought how sexy it was to finger Eliza, while Elliott watched…

Elliot always amped up his desire. He would tell Eliza, and see what she thought about being watched. She had not seemed too concerned, when she slowly took her hand out of his pants and faced Elliott. She seemed so innocent, and made Marcus want her all the more. He stood behind her, pressed himself firmly against her behind.

He wanted her to know what he was feeling.

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Masturbation Monday No. 47

Even the sheets of the bed made Nichy horny. Her shower had been torturous, soaping her nipples and between her legs and avoiding both areas as much as she could. The silk negligee that she borrowed from Ilona almost made her dissolve. She could not cover herself with the sheets, because she was afraid of even that extra sensation.  But avoidance did not help her, in fact, it made things worse. She heard Gavin moving around in the room next to her, and his lips on hers, a recent memory stained her mind. Nichy caressed her breast unconsciously. Touching her breast made between her legs crackle like a fire. Her hand dove there. 

But then she remembered.

She promised Gavin that she would not come without him. Her hand paused between her legs, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Sleep did not even come close to her, until she stopped hearing Gavin move around in the other room. Her hand caressed her upper thigh as her eyelids got heavier, it soothed her and eased some of the ache of desire. 

In her dream, she had an orgasm. It felt like she dipped her fingers in water she was so wet in the dream and the waves licked back on her fingers. But she knew she was dreaming, when she was awake again though she still felt the soft waves touching her fingers.

But they were not waves, it was Gavin.

“Oh Gavin, I thought I was dreaming–it was you…”

She caressed his head, and closed her eyes as he kissed her hand before removing it from her thigh and kissed everything she had avoided in the shower.

“Shhh,” he said against her labia, and she shook from the vibration. “I am stealing this…”

The silk of Ilona’s negligée puddled over her stomach, and she opened her slick thighs even more to him. His kisses soon turned to licks, his tongue stroked her playfully but with determination. Nichy cried out, and bit into the flesh of her upper arm. If Gavin was staling this pleasure from her, then they had to be quiet. 

Easier said than done.

He threw her leg over his shoulder, and moved in to pleasure her in ways she was not sure she had ever been pleasured. She bit the inside of her arm in actuality at one point, when his tongue sweetly invaded her. She moved against him, desperate to embrace the nirvana that she had denied herself earlier thant he was now giving her.

And then he stopped.

“I wanna see you play with yourself Nichy, I want to see where you touch yourself when you want to get off. I am going to make you come with my tongue in those places…”

Nichy’s fingers already reached for her clit, even before he told her why he stopped. But when he told her he wanted her to do it, she paused.

“Go on Nichy, show me your hot spots. Show me where you would touch yourself, if you were going to make yourself come.”

It was dim in the room, but she was too turned on to be coy. Nichy flicked her clit, and circled her labia when she felt herself getting too excited. Just when she was afraid that she was going to make herself come, Gavin licked her fingers and started mimicking them.

Nichy bit the thin skin of her hand, so she did not scream as Gavin made her come. Her hips stopped undulating, and she had not even realized they were until they stopped. He kissed her split, and ran his touch through her pubic hair. She caressed his hair, as he placed kisses all over her lower torso. In the morning she would have bites and love marks all over.

She started to caress her breast when, Gavin pulled her leg over his shoulder again. This time, he kissed her ass. No one had ever kissed her there before, and it felt nice. As his tongue played there, the guttural sounds that vibrated through her body made her come even before he really had explored the area.

He laughed, and knelt between her legs.

“Good night Nichy,”

“Gavin!” she gasped, sitting up straight when he got off of the bed.

“Darling Nichy? You said you did not want to here. Do you want more?”
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Sinful Sunday, Week 224: Wesselmann (Lips)

       

ring pop courtesy of Kate Allure. candid photos taken by my friend Del Carmen, who wrote this red hot TIE ME UP excerpt.

  

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Greetings and Salutations for Eroticon 2015

I am truly excited to be going to Eroticon, this is my third time…well fourth if you include the one that was in the US. I did my first Eroticon meet and greet last year–I started this blog with that post as a matter of fact, because I did not have one at the time! So here I am being social again: 

NAME (and Twitter name if you have one)

F. Leonora Solomon (@fdotleonora)

Is this your first time at Eroticon? If Yes, what is your favourite memory from a previous Eroticon and if No, what are you most looking forward to at Eroticon 2015?

Not sure it is a favorite memory, but I did read one of my stories in front of a group for the first time last year. I was ridiculously nervous! But it ended up well, very supportive environment. I was happy to get through it!

Which 3 sessions have you already earmarked as definitely going to?

Oooooh, this is HARD!!! It is going to be a game-time decision in some cases. There are always so many great sessions!

What drink will you be ordering at the bar on the Saturday night?

Something with gin or (rye) whiskey. Might try to recreate a cocktail I love from here.

If you wrote an autobiography what would it be called?

Something with the word butterfly in it, I think. Someone brought me back a t-shirt from Hawaii with a butterfly on it, because they said I remind them of one. 

Where are you writing this post and what 5 things can you see around you (not including the device you are writing on)?

I am on a NYC train, and see an older man in a lace slip, a lot of sunglasses (I do not have a pair), the Brooklyn Bridge, the sun and rough waves below in the water…

And the last one… If you could go out to dinner with any 5 sex bloggers or erotic writers, regardless of whether they are coming to Eroticon or not who would they be?

Oh I cannot answer this question! It is why I do not have a best friend–there are so many people in this sex blogger/erotic writer circle I am in that I would love to have dinner with…one of the reasons I am so excited to be going to Eroticon again!

Mingle with more Eroticon attendees here, hosted by the elegant Molly Moore!

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Total Blog Takeover by Tabitha Rayne!!!

Next week I am going to Eroticon, and I am TERRIBLY unhappy I am not going to see Tabitha Rayne! I had worked with her and knew she was a sexy author, but in person? She is beautiful and radiant, the more I get to know her the more evident it becomes. She is a brilliant writer and artist, so I asked her to take over my blog! Without further ado, my friend and guest blogger, Tabitha Rayne!!!

Oooh I love coming to F.Leonora’s place.Did you know she is the founder of Man Ray Monday? Monday is now my favourite day of the week thanks to that, and Masturbation Monday which she always takes part.

I’ve been toying with this idea for a few days now and never found the time to make a start so when F Dot invited me over and talk about something surreal – and to appeal to her visual side – I thought, perfect! Now’s my chance.

I’ve been thinking about fractal fucking. 

  
My favourite plant is bracken. The way it unfurls into never ending versions of itself makes me thrilled and overjoyed at being alive to witness it. It’s a fucking miracle of mathematics, nature and engineering. I am in awe every time I see one. I have lots in my garden. I can’t go by a bracken plant when I’m out walking – I have to take a close look.

I love the way the underside of the fronds are so similar to the tentacles of an octopus or squid. They remind me of the incredible erotic Japanese wood block by Katsushika Hokusai, ‘Dream of The Fisherman’s Wife’.

When I’m writing orgasms I often think of them as a folding in on the self – a journey into your existence where you fracture and fragment into tiny perfect copies of yourself, spiralling into that infinitesimal space where you begin and end. 

Far out.

Fractals are orgasmic to me.

I adore them. To me, they describe precisely what it is like to be in the middle of an orgasm.

So this blog is the foundation bones of a story I am writing about this very thing – the earthy delights of fractal fucking. 

Surreal? 

I’ll let you know when I get the story done – perhaps one Monday…

Thank you for having me Lovely Miss F 

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Wicked Wednesday #164: Cowboy, Biker, Rope

“I broke up with Rafe.” Eliza was on set with Marcus, on his new project Cowboy, Biker, Rope. It was racier than his previous endeavors. He played twins: a cowboy and a biker. They ended up in a dark scheme to abduct a woman against their will. One of them falls in love with her, and the other discovers his rope fetish with her. They all work together to turn the tables on the man who made their situation the way it was. 

At the moment, he was dressed as the biker. Decadent scruff on his face and makeup to make his body look slick. His jeans that showed off all of his assets, made Eliza swoon. She was hot for him, and it was the most inappropriate time for her to feel this way. Marcus was the one who made her realize that her perfect relationship was not perfect. Secretly, she knew it was not, but she wanted so desperately to believe it was.

“So it is my fault? It is my fault you ended it with your fiancé?” Marcus stared at her.

She felt uncomfortable. It was his fault but not for the reasons that she wanted him to believe.

“I did not say that.”

“Sandrine and I are solid. We are going to be together after this, because I am going to let her explain to me when she comes back from Paris. Don’t you think that Rafe deserves the same thing?”

Eliza stood up, and looked down at him.

“I just wanted you to know how it ended.”

She turned to walk away from him, and he caught her faster than she could ever have imagined.

“Why do you want me to know you left him?”

Her eyes were filled with tears when she looked back at him.

“Because you are the only person who really knows why, who understands why. It wasn’t just Sandrine, or Severine or any of his girls. I just needed to not hold on anymore, I have been holding on for so long. We never had what you and Sandrine have, Marcus.”

He pressed her to the wall. He caressed her face, and wiped her tears with the backs of his fingers.

“I know, I know…” He held her, and she cried in his arms. She cried for everything she needed to cry for. For Rafe, for staying with him and losing him. Then tears came for Oscar, who wanted to forget her. Marcus held her so close to him, she could feel every nuance of his leather and denim clad body.

“It was supposed to be about us, about you and me. I wanted…”

Eliza cried all the more. Marcus had been wooing her and now she had left her fiancé, and was coming to him at the most unromantic time she could have possibly come to him.

“I know,” she choked. “If I wanted to believe that Rafe was more calculating, I would have said that he got involved with Sandrine because he was jealous that we were getting closer.”

“No, he treats you like he doesn’t care about you, but he loves you. I know he loves you, there is no question.”

“How can you be so certain of him when I am not?”

“Because I know when a man loves a woman.”

Eliza pressed her face against his chest.

“You are a better man than I ever would have imagined. I hate to say that, but you are. Sandrine is very lucky.”

“I am very lucky to have a wife like her…you are beautiful…”

Eliza felt the headiness she always felt when Marcus started seducing her. He was not pressing her for anything, but she knew he knew he did not have to do much to get to any woman. The actress on the set was already slayed from acting with him. Eliza saw her in the tabloids as a gorgeous woman who was used to getting what she wanted. She had been linked to many leading men in her movies, and looked like Marcus was her expected prize. She walked around after the scene still bound in rope, and barely much else. 

But Marcus looked only at her, touched her now like she was the only woman there.

“There are lots of beautiful women around you,” she said looking up at him.

He took her hand, and walked her past endless crew and into his dressing room. Eliza pouted, and he kissed her pouting mouth. She could barely breathe, he kissed her so thoroughly. Her arms went about him to brace herself, and because she wanted to be held and kissed. 

By him.

“Sandrine said to be good to you,” he said. “To comfort you anyway I can.”

Panting she stared at him.

“I bet you will.”

“Will you let me? Why did you come here to tell me you broke your engagement?”

“Just hold me,” she rasped, her arms tightened about him. 

There were so many feelings swirling around her. She felt just like the young starlet that was Marcus’ leading lady. Bound in emotions and barely anything else guiding her. Logic a distant memory…

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Masturbation Monday No. 46

Ilona did not stop staring at Nichy, and she almost wondered if Ilona could tell.Nichy often fell asleep in the back of a taxi. Between the exhaustion of not having slept well the night before…and the exhaustion of unfulfilled desire…she fell asleep as usual. The city images that flashed by her window, lulled her to sleep.

She dreamt about a lot of nonsensical things, as she did when she was exhausted. But the unfulfilled desire component, included her dreaming of lying on a bed of actual frosting. Or at least what she imagined to be frosting, sweet and sticky all over her body. Especially between her legs. She dampened her finger with her tongue, because it was the stickiness there that concerned her most in her dream. Her moist finger quickly disappeared inside of her, curling and beckoning herself to come here. It was not long before she came, her tongue hanging out of her mouth to lick at the frosting around her.

Startled awake, she felt her face against the now damp with condensation window of the cab, and she was actually grabbing her crotch.

Her eyes darted to Gavin, who smiled.

“You promised not to Nichy, you cheated…” he whispered.

“What?” she questioned indignantly. She was going to pretend that she did not know. Even as she panted, and felt the fleeting aura of her orgasm.

“Come on,” he said taking her offending hand from between her legs. “We’re here.” 

He kissed her hand, and raised it to his mouth. 

“I can smell you.” He said pressing his nose to her fingers, before he put her fingers one by one in his mouth and sucked. “I can taste you…”

Nichy gasped, closing her eyes. Because they had not had sex yet, every place he touched her was like touching her clit. Every place he touched her, was like she was going to come.

“You’re going to make me come again!” she hissed.

“Again?” he questioned, raising his eyebrow.

His phone vibrated and he looked down at it with one hand, while still sucking her fingers.

“Ilona’s contractions are still pretty far apart…She said they might send her home.”

“She knows I am coming with you?”

Gavin nodded, his lips twisted in an ironic smile.

“Ilona is very nice, but she will probably tease you a bit.”

Gavin was right, Ilona smiled at her and stared at her in a knowing way.

“Hey, they are sending me home, Gav. I am not quite ready yet. I need to have the contractions closer together,” Ilona said still looking at Nichy. “I got dressed as soon as I could, so I could meet your friend looking half decent!

“You look gorgeous,” Nichy said extending her hand, the one Gavin had not been sucking. “I’m Nichy.”

“You’re lovely! I have not even got any makeup on!” Ilona laughed.

Nichy smiled, and faded into the background to let the cousins chat. Gavin and Ilona made sure to bring her into the fold. Ilona was amazing to Nichy, so graceful while she was having contractions intermittently. They walked to her apartment which was not far away, since moving was supposed to help the labor along.   

“Wine?” Ilona offered shortly after they arrived. 

“Not for you!” Gavin said.

Ilona glared at him, one hand on her hip.

“For the two of you. I can only imagine how hard it has been since the blackout for the two of you. You can stay here tonight if you like.”

“Thanks,” Gavin looked at Nichy. It took Nichy a moment to realize he was looking at her for her approval. 

She nodded.

“I just went shopping so there is a ton of food,” Ilona said stretching. “I’ll be right back. If I am home again, I might as well be comfortable.”

By the time she was out of the room, Gavin placed his hand on Nichy’s thigh, and kissed her.

“All I am thinking about is you in the guest bed. Ilona has nicer accommodations than I do, so we are lucky…”

Nichy stared at him.

“I am not going to…here in your cousin’s apartment!”

“Illy won’t care, I have seen her with her husband before they were married! She will not care at all.”

Nichy shook her head.

“I can’t. Here.”

Gavin looked at her, brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her temple.

“I understand, but are you going to sleep? Knowing we are divided only by a wall?”

Nichy closed her eyes and nodded. Wiping her hand over her suddenly damp upper lip, she could smell the faint musk of herself on her hands even though Gavin had licked them. She knew she would smell herself in that guest bed tonight, making herself come alone.

Again.

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Wicked Wednesday #163 – Hormones & Kink of the Week, July 1-16: Leashes/Leads

“It is all hormones with you and Rafe,” her mother had said to her, when she started seeing him. “That young man has something carnal about him, even I am not immune. Everything seems so pristine, his background, his family. But he is like a wildcat. Something that cannot be domesticated.”
Eliza remembered how frank her mother was with her when she told her that they were in a relationship. She had not even told her mother about Sandrine, or anything else. He came to dinner at their holiday house, which Eliza was a little embarrassed was so much more modest than his parents’ home which she had been sneaking into.

Even at the dinner table she was barely able to keep her hands off of him. Even with her parents present, she could not keep her hands off of him. Both of them ate eat one-handed, because their hand was on the other’s thigh or some part.

“He is not the kind of man that you get serious about,” her mother said washing dishes with her later. 

Eliza thought that when he proposed to her, she thought that she had captured him. But to be honest, she always wondered how long she would hold him.

“You know the night that we met was one of those nights,” she said now to Oscar. “The engagement was like a leash, it was almost like I should have had a fancy diamond-encrusted collar about his neck…”

A lost memory was resurrected, of being at one of Fiona’s racier openings. There was a man dressed in an elegant suit, with a woman in a gorgeous flesh-colored dress that made her more naked than she would have been if she was actually naked. The woman wore a collar, but her leash was tangled in a pile at the edge of the heels of her flesh-colored Christian Louboutins. She held Rafe close that night, the tightness of her arm like a leash with no room for him to break free.

Her arms about her neck now as if to strangle herself, Eliza let her breasts rest along Oscar’s body. He came inside her hotel room, pushed her up against the wall, and kissed her bruising kisses that she would run her fingers over in the morning. But almost at the same time, they realized that it was not smart. Her broken engagement, his relationship with Polly…but they could not keep their bodies apart. Lying on the bed, Oscar stared up at the ceiling. Clutching her hair in a tight vise, he held her locks like a thick leash. He controlled how far she moved her head.

“And with me? With me what is it? Hormones too?”

She looked up his torso to his face, as he released her hair.

“Maybe you were love at first sight?”

Oscar chuckled, continuing to play with her hair.

“I am not sure it was love at first sight. But we both wanted to fuck each other!”

Eliza kissed what of his stomach, peeked through his partially open shirt.

I fell in love with you in Shanghai, you broke me there too…”

Oscar sat up leaning back on his hands, she pressed his chest softly savoring the familiar feeling of it under her fingers.

“It is okay, it was not okay for a time…but now it is.”

He held her hand.

“I’ll always love you Eliza, even if we are not together, I will always love you.”

“I love you,” she said.

Before the tear fell over her lips, Oscar’s mouth was on hers. He licked the saltiness of the tear from her lips. It felt like hormones motivated them as she completely unbuttoned his shirt, and kissed his chest. He fisted her hair again making her look at him, she stopped like any animal would when its leash was pulled. There was a not so gentle thump between her legs, as she realized where she was going.

What she wanted.

“I love you,” he said disengaging himself from her, and buttoning his shirt. “But I am not going to be Rafe’s replacement again.”

Eliza curled up in a ball on the bed, clutching the sheets as if for dear life. She knew he was right, but she did not want him to be right. 

“I love you,” he said again, bending to kiss her cheek. 

She heard the door close solidly behind him, and was glad that the doors locked automatically and required a code in this hotel. Not that it mattered, she remained up for the entire night in a ball on the bed like a watchdog.

Without trying, I combined memes! More Wicked Wednesday here, and more Kink of the Week here.

  
  
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