Ecstasy (A Contemporary Romance) (13 page)

“Hey Charlie!” Candace said, as she stood on
his doorstep looking more glorious than any angel ever had. “Could
I come in?”

He nodded and stepped aside dazedly.

She was still wearing the short yellow skirt
and pink top from their jaunt to the zoo. She looked tastier than
ever, especially since the zippy night air had puckered her nipples
up beneath her thin cotton tank.

She turned to him with a determined look in
her eyes. “I was thinking about lesson five, and all of the
wonderful lessons we’ve already had. I think we need to shake
things up a little bit for this last lesson. So, for lesson five,
which I believe you told me was going to be about role playing, I’m
going to be the teacher and you’re going to be the student.”

Charlie’s cock stood up at attention as he
took in her words. He was speechless, stunned that she had
magically appeared on his doorstep, mesmerized by her beauty, and
bowled over by how she wanted to reverse their roles.

Not waiting for any response for him, she
walked out of his foyer and down the hall, until she reached the
door of his master bedroom. She looked over her shoulder and said,
“You don’t want to be late to class, do you? ‘Cause I hear the
teacher spanks her students when they’re bad,” and then disappeared
into his bedroom.

By the time he snapped out of his fog and
jogged down the hall to the goddess who awaited him, Candace was
nowhere to be found in his bedroom. Hearing the water running in
his adjoining bathroom, he peeked his head into the doorway and saw
a blessed sight.

Candace was leaning over his enormous spa
bathtub, setting the water temperature and jets.

And she was completely, blessedly naked.

He reached for the hem of his t-shirt to pull
it off over his head, but she whipped around and said, “Keep your
clothes on.”

He stopped with the shirt mid-way up his
torso. “Huh?”

She walked up to him and pressed her full
breasts up against his chest. “You heard me. I want you to keep
your clothes on until I tell you otherwise,” she said, and then
spun around and gingerly dipped a toe into the hot water. Slipping
into the tub, she stretched out fully, with her nipples jutting
proudly out of the water. They puckered tightly as cool air blew
across them.

“Soap me up,” she said, and Charlie
immediately gathered up a small washcloth and a bar of herbal soap
off the holder by the sink.

“Kneel on the bath mat,” she directed him,
and again he did as she bade. Then she crossed her legs in the tub
and wiggled the toes on her right foot. “Start here.”

Incredibly aroused by the way she had taken
charge of their lovemaking, Charlie thought his cock was going to
explode in his pants. He wet the small, soft terry cloth towel,
slid it over the bar of soap until it foamed, and rubbed it over
the arch of her foot, making her moan with pleasure.

He worked the cloth diligently up her right
leg, leaning over the rim of the sunken two-person tub to touch
every inch of her smooth skin, running the cloth past her kneecap,
across the top of her thigh. And then, just as he got to the apex
between her legs, he stopped, lathered up the towel and started
with her left foot, mirroring his actions on her left side.

“Wash me, student.”

Charlie held back a grin and obeyed her
again, pressing the cloth firmly into her pussy lips, rubbing it
back and forth over her clit, watching her nipples grow engorged as
she got more and more aroused, watching the pulse in her neck beat
wildly as she closed her eyes and arched her back.

She came undone beneath his hand.

He wanted to kiss her, but he knew she was in
charge of this lesson, so he continued to rock her pelvis in the
palm of his hand until her breathing returned to normal and she
opened her eyes again.

“Take off your clothes and get inside the
tub,” she said evenly.

He was surprised by how controlled she was,
considering she had been screaming and writhing just moments
before.

He quickly stripped off his t-shirt and jeans
and then stepped into the warm water. He stood in the tub, his cock
thick and hard and ready to plunge into Candace’s dripping
cunt.

“Don’t you dare come until I tell you to,”
she said as she kneeled in the tub and while he was still standing
up, she took the head of his cock into her mouth lightly ran her
tongue over it, tasting him.

Then she slid more of his penis into her
mouth and he felt his head pushing up against the back of her
throat. She sucked against his shaft while she held his balls in
her hands.

“Candy, I won’t be able to-” he began to say
when he didn’t think he could take it any longer, and she took her
sweet lips off of his cock and pulled him down into the tub.

“Do me doggy,” she said, and turned over so
that her breasts were pressed up against the cool tile surrounding
the tub and her ass was flared up from the rim.

Charlie kneeled behind her. “If the teacher
insists.”

He reached one hand around between the tile
and her torso to cup and squeeze her breasts and the other around
to swirl her swollen clit.

And then he did what he’d wanted to do since
the beginning of lesson one, and rammed his cock hard into
Candace’s pussy.

His balls were swinging into her thighs and
she reached around to cup them in her hands. “Harder, Charlie.
Harder!” she demanded as she pushed her ass tighter to his hips,
wiggling and moaning.

He couldn’t remember the last time his cock
had been so distended, so engorged. As he felt his cock begin to
contract, he pressed his palm against her swollen, firm clit and
pumped his hand against her mound.

“Oh god, Candy, you’re so hot, so wet,” he
groaned.

The water was cold by the time she wrung the
last drop of come out of him. They untangled their bodies and got
up to take a shower.

As he dried her off with a thick towel, she
smiled at him and said, “Thanks for the five great mentoring
sessions,” and kissed him softly on his lips, letting her tongue
merge with his.

Pulling back from her mouth, Charlie said,
“Candy, there’s something I need to tell you,” at the very exact
time she said, “Charlie, there’s something I’ve been meaning to say
to you.”

They laughed and kissed again. “You first,”
he said, and tried to get his heart to stop pounding so damn hard
in his chest as he waited for her to speak.

Suddenly looking shy and unsure, she forced
herself to look into his eyes and said, “First of all, I want you
to know how much I’ve enjoyed working with you this week. And even
though I know these were just supposed to be lessons for me to
write better erotica, the truth is...”

Her words fell away and Charlie swallowed
hard once.

Taking a deep breath she started again. “The
truth is, Charlie, I’m in love with you.”

Charlie had never been happier. He put his
arms around her waist and spun her around in a circle in his large
bathroom, their towels falling into a heap on the floor.

Breathless with joy, he said, “Candy, I love
you too, and it’s been killing me not telling you all week.”

She reached her hands up around the back of
his head and kissed him passionately. He swept her up into his
arms, walked into the bedroom, and laid her on his bed.

Where she belonged.

* * *

“Nothing is ever going to come between us,”
Charlie said thickly and Candace covered his mouth with hers before
he could see the guilt and worry in her eyes.

I’ll tell him about the story soon
,
she promised herself as she sank deeper into the comfort of
Charlie’s arms.

Candace thought back on the incredible night
she and Charlie had spent together and smiled, happier than she had
ever been. She had taken charge of her own sexuality for once in
her life, and told the man she loved how she felt. And to add to
the perfection, he felt the same way!

He had wanted her to spend the weekend with
him, and she was tempted, but she wanted to finish her story first
so that she could overnight it to the judges. Making an excuse
about some errands, she promised to be back in his bed by the
evening.

Sitting down at her desk, Candace knew
exactly how her story needed to end.

Zane watched Jolene play the piano and
reminded himself again that his relationship with her would never
last, that they came from different worlds, that he would
eventually tire of her body.

He was full of shit. Any fool could tell that
he was completely, irrevocably, ridiculously in love with the
angel-faced girl who sat so primly at the piano in his bar and
played jazz standards with all her heart.

The girl who looked like a nun, but made love
like a she-devil.

As he served a trio of overly made up,
cheaply dressed women sitting at the bar trying to get his
attention, he winced and thought about how they used to be just the
kind of women he would take home and fuck. Now, just the thought of
being with any woman but Jolene disgusted him.

By the time the bar closed that night, he had
never been more ready to lock the doors and take Jolene into his
arms. But when he looked around the bar for her, she was nowhere to
be found.

“
Damn it!” he said, angry at her for
leaving him alone when he needed her most.

Walking into his office, he found a note
on his desk.
“Zane. I’ve never stolen anything in my life, but
I took the keys to your house and I’ll be waiting there for you, if
you want to join me. Jolene.”

He stroked the prickly stubble on his chin
and wondered what she was up to. They had been in his house only
once, on the way home from the bar, before he dropped her off at
her apartment.
She knows damn well we only fuck here, in the
bar,
he thought angrily.

He didn’t want to take her to his bed where
he had screwed so many other, meaningless women.

Jolene was special.

He drove his Harley home as if he were a
Hell’s Angel. He stomped loudly up his front stairs, hoping he was
scaring her just a bit. She was going to get the spanking of her
life from him once he got inside, and his cock hardened as he
thought of her soft flesh beneath the palm of his hand. He could
already see her ass turning pink under his assault, and could taste
her come on his lips.

He turned the knob and the door opened.
“Jolene,” he called, but got no answer. She wasn’t in his living
room or the kitchen, so he walked down the hall and heard the water
running in his master bath.

When he walked into the room, his little nun
was lying naked beneath the hot water, smiling wickedly.

He was so angry and so aroused he growled,
“What the hell are you doing?” but she just sank deeper into the
water and said, “I want you to soap me up.”

“
You what?” he exploded.

She shook her head at him and pinched her
lips into a tight line of disapproval. “You heard me. Soap me
up.

“
The hell I’m going to,” he said, and she
rose up angrily out of the tub.

“
You big jerk,” she cried as water poured
off her naked body. “I’m asking you to do one simple thing, and all
you do is use blasphemy!” She made a fist and said, “Now get over
here and do as I say!”

Zane leaned against the door, crossed his
arms, and said, “Make me.”

Narrowing her eyes at him, Jolene stepped out
of the tub. Walking towards him, she grabbed a towel off of the
rack and threw it onto the floor in front of his black boots.
Kneeling in front of him she undid the button on his jeans and
unzipped the zipper, letting his cock spring free of its overly
tight confines.

Jolene had never taken him into her mouth
before. Because she was such a novice, he’d never forced her to
blow him, happy to sink into her tight, wet pussy every night
instead.

He was shocked by her new brazen behavior.
His arousal was so acute he was afraid he’d shoot into her mouth
the minute she so much as kissed the head of his cock.

Running her fingers up and down his penis,
she stuck the tip of her sweet little tongue out and licked him
once, twice, and then suddenly sucked in several inches of him,
moaning as she did so.

Instinctively she reached between his legs
and cupped his balls, massaging them as she throated his cock as
well as any professional courtesan might have. Zane knew he was a
goner, but he couldn’t do anything about it, so he just threaded
his hands into her silky blond hair and pulsed deeply into her
mouth, gratified as she swallowed every last drop of his come.

He didn’t know how long it was before he was
done shooting into the back of her throat, but his legs were
shaking. He didn’t have the strength to fight her, to show her who
was boss, so he let her pull him into the tub.

He lay back against the rim and she straddled
him and kissed him on his mouth, tasting his lips, playing with his
tongue, nipping at his bottom lip.

“
Jolene,” he said, “I’ve got to tell you
something.”

Her face fell and her lips quivered slightly.
He couldn’t keep from laughing out loud.

Did she actually think for one minute that
he’d break up with her?

Didn’t she know he loved her more than life
itself?

“
Stop laughing at me!” She pounded his
chest with her fists.

He grabbed her hands and held them still,
saying, “What I wanted to tell you, you little fool, is that I’m in
love with you.

Jolene grew completely still, then said, “Say
that again?”

He reached for her face and pulled her down
for a hard kiss. “I love you,” he growled as he took her lips
again.

Already hard again, he plunged his cock deep
within her, taking immeasurable pleasure in filling her pussy with
his shaft, in shooting his seed deep into her womb, in hearing her
cry out his name.