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As soon as my shirt falls off my shoulders, Meredith licks my exposed flesh. Her fingers move too fast, her tongue and lips taste hungrily. We need relief before we can slow down and enjoy ourselves.

“You’re sunburned,” she says as I pull her to her feet.

The concern in her voice makes my cock throb. Turning her around, I unzip her dress while my lips press against her ear.

“If you don’t stop being perfect, I’m going to come in my pants.”

“How can I be less perfect?” she asks with humor in her voice.

“Hell if I know.”

I slide the hooks off her bra and it falls forward onto the ground. My hands find her tits and squeeze those hard nipples. Meredith moans, leaning back against me. I nip the flesh of her throat and she moans again, leaning forward. She’s lost in the need. Forget seduction. I need to fuck and she needs me inside her.

I push the dress past her hips then wiggle off her panties. Her hands press against the mattress, struggling to stay upright. I inhale the scent of her wet pussy. Kissing each ass cheek, I peer around her hip and admire her tits. I want to touch and taste and fuck them. I want it all, but I can barely wait to get my cock out of my pants. Shoving them off, I stand naked and hard behind her.

“Meredith,” I say and she instinctively knows.

Spreading her legs, she tilts her ass up at me. “Winston.”

Caressing her pussy, the head of my cock shines as our juices mingle. Meredith presses back, wanting my cock to own her. She’s like a woman starving and her hunger is addictive.

We groan together as my cock disappears into her desperate pussy. Meredith can’t wait. Needing relief, she pushes her hips back.

“I need to fuck you,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around her waist as my cock throbs deep inside her. “I’ll make your toes curl later. I want you so bad that I can’t go slow.”

“Winston, forget slow. Fuck me.”

Meredith twists around to kiss me and I feel like no time has passed since we last fucked in the tent. Her face flushed. Her eyes alert. Her tits jutting out, aching to be teased. I’m happy to help.

One arm remains wrapped around her waist as I thrust. My free hand teases one nipple then the next. I want to make her scream, but we’re both so close that it takes only a few hard thrusts and my fingers between her legs to send us over the edge.

I empty myself inside her while her pussy clutches at me.

“Well that took the edge off,” she teases then crawls away.

I watch her turn over and rest on her back. Her legs part and she sighs really soft and sweet.

“I’m not usually waxed,” she says, caressing her pussy. “I thought it would make me feel sexy, but it hurt like hell.”

I lean forward and kiss her knee, allowing my lips to slide lower. When I nip at her inner thigh, Meredith’s pussy dampens in anticipation.

“I wouldn’t care if you were sporting the Amazon jungle down here,” I murmur, resting on my stomach even if my cock aches to be where my fingers play.

Meredith smiles, yet her mind is less on my words than my fingers. She’s so wet and hot against my touch.

“Did you miss me?” I ask as one finger disappears inside her pussy.

“Yes.”

“Did you think of me when you fucked Sandy?” I demand, filling her with a second finger.

“Yes.”

I like how she lies for me. Who gives a shit about honesty when her juices dampen my knuckles?

My lips suck at her swollen clit. Not too hard. She’s close enough to only need a nudge. Meredith whimpers and my fingers drip with her pleasure. I lick at my fingers then slide them back into her. I want to lick her longer, deeper.

Meredith sits up and cups my face, bringing my lips to hers. We kiss and she tastes her juices on my tongue.

“Fuck me,” she whispers, tugging me over her.

“I’m like a virgin on my first date.”

Smiling, she gazes lovingly at my cock. “We can take our time later.”

I guide my cock into her pussy again then thrust until she’s full. Meredith and I sigh in unison.

“I forgot how great sex could feel,” she whispers more to herself than me.

“If you let me,” I say, leaning down to suck at her lips, “I’ll remind you every fucking day.”

Meredith wraps her arms around my neck then closes her eyes as I move faster inside her.

“How can I tell this face no?” she murmurs.

Our hips move in rhythm. The fucking isn’t why I’m hooked. It’s the damn perfection of this evening. Her gaze on me is magic. Her voice is music. No woman ever did this to me and I know I can love Meredith.

I just need to make sure she doesn’t talk herself into making us a fling.

Meredith

Wishing for a Sick Day

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W
inston’s nude body
looks out of place on my flowered sheets. Bedding can be replaced while this sexy specimen can’t. He’s resting on his back, grinning at me. Though the TV plays quietly, I doubt he’s really watching the news.

I check my messages then adjust the alarm clock since Mondays are my early days.

“How come?” he asks, rolling over and hugging my leg against him.

“Normally, I see patients starting at nine, but one of them needed an early appointment. I made an exception, so Mondays are my early days.”

“What’s wrong with this guy?”

I smile at his relaxed, rather playful tone. “I can’t share patient details.”

“This guy isn’t dangerous, is he?”

I nearly laugh at the protective growl in his voice. “None of my patients are treated for violent tendencies. However, anyone is capable of violence under certain circumstances.”

“You like helping people. I remember how you helped me with schoolwork in high school.”

Winston’s teasing me, so I pat his head and say nothing.

“How did you get this mark on your leg?” he asks, kissing my outer thigh. “It wasn’t there in high school.”

“Back in college, I went with my family on vacation to the Hamptons. I lost my balance and leaned against a grill.”

“Poor sweet Meredith.”

Winston sucks at the flesh until I melt against the headboard. Sensing my willingness for more sex before we call it a night, he slides his fingers between my legs. I squirm lower on the bed then climb over him. He looks delicious beneath me and I want to nibble every inch of him.

I’m tired though. Despite his sly grin and powerful thrusts, Winston is exhausted too. I started the day hung-over. I’m ending it relaxed like I’ve never been before. I don’t now how long Winston takes to crash, but I’m asleep only minutes after his cock leaves my body.

I wake up at the sound of my alarm. Turning over, I tap the button to stop the music blaring. Winston groans, startling me even more awake. I’d nearly forgotten about the night before. My body reminds me quickly though.

“Morning,” I say, kissing his shoulder.

Winston doesn’t want to wake up. He mutters something about five more minutes even as his fingers skim my leg to my hip. By the time he tweaks my left nipple, his eyes are half-open and a smile warms his face.

“I dreamed about you,” he murmurs, rolling over so our bodies press together. “You were swimming and I was stuck on the dock. What does that mean, Miss Shrink?”

“I suspect you fear being left behind.”

“Makes sense.”

Kissing him, I embrace the intimacy we already share. Sandy and I never knew anything like this openness. I’m as much to blame as my ex-husband. I allowed the walls to remain up. With Winston, I can’t wait to see what happens when I knock them down.

The morning shower takes forever as our wet bodies playfully slide together. No fucking, only exploration in the form of washing each other. I wish we had forever to play, but work is barely an hour away. Soon, we leave the shower and dance our damp bodies to the bed.

Winston’s cock is thick when I suck him into my mouth. I haven’t given a blowjob in years, yet I want everything from him. I need to hear his groans and feel his body tense as the pleasure builds before he releases all the pent-up need from the shower.

With time in mind, I lick and suck at his cock even after he comes. My pussy aches to be filled, so I tease his cock until it’s hard again. Winston lifts my chin and smiles.

“Your turn.”

I nearly giggle while climbing over him. I’ve never been so aroused. My hard nipples hurt when he rolls them in his fingers. They’re too erect, desperate for pleasure. My pussy throbs even after I press down on his cock.

Winston wastes no time, thrusting into me. His lips find and suck hard at my nipples. He knows I’m unbearably close and fucks me until I come hard. Breathing fast and whimpering from a mixture of pleasure and agony, I roll my hips faster against his. The orgasm isn’t enough. For either of us.

Bouncing hard on his cock, I need more relief before I can even think of leaving this bed. Screw work and responsibilities, I’m a horny beast needing to get fucked hard and long until I can’t stand.

Winston’s hands leave my swaying tits, sliding down between my legs. One hand opens my pussy wider while he teases my swollen clit. The pleasure is so intense that I nearly slap his hand away. Instead, I come hard. He never lets up. My hips keep working and his fingers keep teasing until my third orgasm forces him to come too.

“And that’s how you start your morning,” Winston murmurs, kissing me as I lean down against him.

My hips keep moving, still wanting more. “Can I see you again?”

“You’re kidding, right?” he laughs. “I’m picking you up for dinner.”

“What if I said no?” I tease, regretfully sliding his cock from my body.

“I’d talk you into saying yes. I’ve never been much of a nag, but I could learn.”

Resting next to him, I’m uninterested in going to the office. His body tempts me to call in sick, yet I sit up and push aside the idea.

“I need to get ready for work,” I say, walking to the dresser. “The coffee should be ready by now.”

Winston rolls over onto his stomach and reaches out to me as I walk past him, wearing only panties.

“I’m really glad you got drunk and ended up at Stinky.”

Holding his hand, I smile. “Me too.”

“But you need to get ready for work,” he adds, sighing.

Accepting I can’t call in sick, I leave Winston and walk to the kitchen. Still dark out, the day is barely starting, yet I’m ready for evening to arrive. I want to return to bed with Winston. I need to feel beautiful, sexy, and brave again.

I return to the bedroom to find Winston resting on his back. He grins when I set down the coffee cup on a side table. I open my mouth to speak, yet don’t trust myself. He looks too tempting spread out naked in bed. If I say the wrong words and he gives me the wrong look, I’ll join him and never make it to the office.

I hide in the bathroom and get ready for work. Winston doesn’t join me, leaving me grateful. I apply makeup and pull my hair into a ponytail. Once I’m in gray slacks and a white striped dress shirt, I slip on my shoes and look for Winston.

He isn’t in the bedroom. Neither are his clothes. I walk into the kitchen to find him leaning against a counter sipping coffee. Behind him, a cabinet stands open, revealing my Skittles stash.

Smiling, I sigh. “My name is Meredith and I’m addicted to Skittles.”

“Hello, Meredith,” Winston whispers, kissing my cheek. “I think you’re even sexier now.”

I wrap my arms around him and hug him tightly. In a little over twenty-four hours, this man has stolen my inhibitions. I just worry he’ll steal my heart next.

Winston

Bubblegum Babe

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T
he next few
days, I’m wrapped up in Meredith Gordon. I drop by her place each night. First time, I bring pizza. Next night, it’s Thai. Finally, we try Mexican.
Nothing says sexy like refried beans.

Without asking, I bring clothes and hygiene stuff. Meredith doesn’t mention anything about me staying over. I know she’s thinking it. Her mind is always ripping things apart and figuring them out. I see all the thinking in her blue eyes.

Meredith hasn’t called me a rebound guy since the first night at the bar. I wonder if she’s still thinking that too. Call me a chickenshit, but I don’t ask. I’m too damn happy to fuck things up with honesty.