The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 19: 11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books For Women (3 page)

“Please,” he said. “Please- a taste?”

Shanna smiled, moving up over his face. She lowered herself slightly, just close enough for the tip of his tongue to flick at her sweet flesh. She felt it move over her and shuddered with pleasure. She lowered herself a bit more, and Dean raised his head, engulfing her with his mouth, his tongue suddenly everywhere, sliding up into her, surrounding her clit, sucking, licking, biting. Shanna moaned, getting caught up in the moment, then reeled, pulling herself up and back.

She jumped from the table, facing Dean and pointing at him. His face was wet with her honey. “You have tried to bewitch me!” she accused. “You are not so innocent after all!”

Dean just smiled, his eyes glittering.

“For that you will pay!” Shanna hissed, and with that slid down, straddling his hips, she opened her legs affording him another fine look at her wet, shining flower. She slowly slid the glass wand inside herself, warming and wetting it.

“Now, I will show you some of my – magic, “ she said. “The magic of pleasure — and pain.” She flipped around, her back to him and impaled herself on his glorious cock. Then she leaned over and teased his balls with her fingernails, causing Dean to shiver with pleasure. Suddenly, the tip of the glass wand was at the opening of his ass. It was warm from her pussy, and wet.

She inserted it just a little, and Dean gasped. Shanna chuckled and slowly inserted the wand a bit further, slowly fucking him with the wand until he began to moan, his cock growing amazingly harder inside her. She pleasured him with the wand, the slick, hot glass moving in and out of him. When his breathing became ragged, she pulled it from him, stopping all movement until he calmed.

She began rocking furiously, using him shamelessly for her own pleasure. It was as if he was nothing more than that, a cock, an implement to be used. She ignored his groans of delight, his labored breathing, she simply rode on him, his thick shaft sliding in and out of her, altering tempo and depth as she desired.

Beneath her furious fucking, Dean was immobile, tied to the table, unable to even buck beneath her to meet her as she pushed herself on him, for when he moved his hips, the restraints she’d tied so tightly bit painfully into his wrists.

She came down upon him again and again, until finally her hot, wet pussy began to clench and throb in the throes of orgasm and she made one final thrust, pushing herself down tightly on him, and he cried out, his own cock stiffening even more, quivering, spurting, their honey mixing together and spilling, wetting them both.

***

Shanna woke late. The morning sun was shining through the open windows, and outside the sound of birdsong sweetened the air. She stretched beneath the soft sheets, smiling at the pleasant, after-sex ache in her muscles. She reached over, running her hand over the empty side of the bed where Dean had slept. She missed him already. It was unbelievable how much things had changed for the better between them in such a short time.

She had to pat herself on the back for thinking of the little word game. She slipped a silk robe over her nude form and padded to the kitchen, the smell of coffee enticing and heady. Dean had already left for work.

She sighed a little, wishing he’d woken her after their night of passion, for a goodbye kiss. Ah, well, she thought, there’s certainly enough time for that tonight! She smiled, thinking how exciting the recent encounters with Dean had been. Certainly a change for the better. She wondered how long it could last.

Entering the kitchen, she spied a familiar white envelope leaning up against a clean coffee cup near the coffee maker. Smiling, she picked it up and slit it open. Inside was a white card that read: BLINDFOLD, HONEY, LEATHER.

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Andrea Dunn

What a wonderful feeling, she thought to herself as she started to come out of an unintended nap. She’d caught herself in the most erotic dream—her husband of one day slowly teasing her clit with his tongue. It was so real she could almost feel his hot breath on her.

She stirred and inadvertently twisted a bit, almost as if to stretch. She felt her leg hit something hard and suddenly became alert. Through slits she could see her husband Andy, or at least the top of his head as it slowly moved over her sex.

“Careful there,” he said, only pausing momentarily, “And good morning, Ann. Or should I say, Mrs. Johansen!”

“Actually,” she said, “It is almost time for dinner, and I was having the hottest dream.”

“We have time, I think,” he said, giving her clit a loving tug with his teeth.

“But we will miss our seating for dinner, love,” she said, trying to close her legs to dissuade him.

“Cruises are in business to feed you. If we miss the seating we can get room service.”

That did it, she thought. “How about you save that thought for after our dinner,” she replied, “I want to experience every part of this ship. And I can make it worth your while, if you catch my drift.”

“Caught and caught,” he said with a sly grin. “It would be bad form to miss our first official honeymoon dinner, wouldn’t it? Though if you hadn’t fallen asleep while I was in the shower we could have had our cake and eaten it too.”

Ann smiled to herself as Andy got up and went to the small bathroom to splash some water over his face. The funny part—and Andy always made her laugh—was that he had his boxers and undershirt already on. If he had really planned on a little sex on the seven seas he’d have already been naked before he slipped his tongue over her. Men were such silly boys—easily found out for the most part.

She rolled over and off the bed, which took up almost their complete cabin outside of the little hallway which separated the closet and bathroom, both of which were equally cramped. She felt a slight pang of remorse for those who hadn’t upgraded to a ‘deluxe’ cabin as they had. As it could not be much smaller, she assumed comically that perhaps it didn’t have a bed.

As she began dressing her thoughts turned to the honeymoon. In itself it would be a great adventure. Sailing from Miami to San Juan, Nassau, and even the cruise line’s private island getaway would be a treat as Ann’s only out of the country escapade was a trip to Tijuana in college. More exciting than the destinations on their seven night cruise was what it signaled. The beginning—officially anyway—of her life with Andy.

As she saw Andy put on his dinner jacket and shoot his cuffs she wondered how many other women would give him the once over. He was surely a catch and if truth be told perhaps a bit out of her league, though Andy had always turned that around on her, and perhaps with more than a little truth.

She’d never shared it with him, but seeing other sexy women check out her man gave her more than a slight tingle down below. More than anything she trusted Andy and always would. He was coming home to her bed tonight and every night on out.

She pulled the sheer black sheath dress down and let it flow over her hips and thighs, enjoying the feel of the fabric on her smooth skin. Although she usually thought sheath dresses unflattering, this one was a bit different and didn’t bulk up over her waist. And Andy adored her in it, making her think it was a great way to start the trip.

She rooted around in her bag for the silk stockings she’d packed. Starting to put them on, she hesitated and suddenly thought they were not that stylish and definitely not that tropical given their current location.

She balled them up and tossed them in one of the side compartments of her bag, thinking the sheerness of her taught legs would work well enough. After sliding into some black pumps with a modest four inch—but wide—heel, she was ready for her first official dinner outside of the wedding reception as Andy’s bride.

As usual he was ready before her but was tactful enough to pretend to be finishing up so as not to appear to rush her. Seeing she was ready, he turned and beamed at her.

“Wow,” he sighed, “Somebody is going to be a very lucky man tonight.” He offered his arm to her as he opened the door.

“It could be you, though the jury is still out,” she replied taking his arm, but then releasing it.

“Something wrong?” he inquired.

“Yes,” she said in the most mock serious tone she could muster. “There is no way we can get out of that door together if I am on your arm.”

“It’s the idea that counts, love,” he said, barely able to restrain a chuckle, “Just take my hand then.”

After that they made their way up to the dining room. Actually one of three, but this was the one they had been assigned to for their first evening’s dinner.

Ann felt the ship sway in the swells of the Atlantic, though again it could be the Caribbean by now for all she knew. She took one off kilter step, but Andy held firm.

“Told you there was a reason my stilettos were staying at home,” she said as she looked at him from under her long lashes.

***

Ann found the dinner selections all completely divine, and had a hard time deciding what to order. Eventually Andy made a decision for her, and she couldn't wait for the seared sea bass to arrive. Sipping from her glass of red wine, Ann was dazzled as she looked around at the opulent dining room. This surely wasn't Kansas anymore, she thought to herself. Perhaps the oddest thing to her was the floor length linen tablecloth, which in spite of its length seemed light as it lay across her silky thighs.

After the appetizer of stone crab claws and her third glass of wine, she could tell that the atmosphere was starting to get the best of her. The lighting was dim and the conversation around the room was muted, giving the room a very quiet ambiance, broken only by the soft sounds of the ship's band.

Ann found her thoughts wandering to visions of Andy's body gliding over her, his muscle undulating as he made love to her. Her mouth widened slightly with the thought and she could feel a tingle in her sex. She found herself wishing they'd skipped dinner and simply fucked until the dawn.

Dinner came and was delicious, though she found herself insatiable and her mind seemingly stuck in one gear, being driving by one single erotic thought. An idea came to her. She thought she could pull it off.

Discretely disguised by the tablecloth, she kicked the pump off her right foot, flexing her toes with relief as they enjoyed their newfound freedom. She paused for a moment, giving Andy her most seductive look while enjoying a final bite of the sea bass.

Andy caught her eye whimsically, and at almost the same time as Ann's toes found his knee and began to work their way teasingly up his thigh towards his cock. She found herself enjoying this, as teasing her husband sexually had been a favorite pastime almost from their first date.

As Ann worked her toes slowly up she stared at the Adonis-like figure cut by her husband. She could see his nostrils flare slightly as she neared the point where his legs met. A little more progress resulted in him visibly shifting his weight so as to spread his legs a bit more, giving her easier access to perform her magic on him.

Their head waiter came over to gather their plates and present the menu for desert. She knew she had his attention when he hadn't even looked at the desert menu by the time the staff returned to take their order.

"Would you like anything?" Ann queried Andy when the server reappeared, rubbing her toes ferociously against his now obviously painfully swollen cock under the table.

"Umm, no," Andy stammered, "I think that is it for tonight. Thanks for the wonderful night."

He stood, though Ann laughed silently to herself in seeing his stoop in a futile attempt to hide the current state of affairs in his pants. He came over to her and helped her get up from the table.

"But I'd like some desert, love," she said coyly, wanting to drive him to the brink of exploding right there in front of her.

"Come with me. Now." He seemed angry, but Ann couldn't quite believe it. She took his offered arm silently and let him lead her out of the dining salon. Her inner ego was very pleased to see many women turn their heads at the looks of Andy and a few men looked her over as well.

Knowing she had her man, Ann let Andy lead her, wondering where she would end up. She had more than an idea what would happen when they got to their destination, wherever that was. She bit her lip in anticipation and could feel the dampness grow between her own legs.

They made it to the elevator and Ann was surprised when Andy sent the lift up to the top deck as opposed to down to their cabin as she'd expected. As the button lit up and the door closed, Andy turned and pinned her against the back wall of the lift.

His mouth was on hers, his tongue invading and overrunning her. She felt his hand slide up the backside of her dress and cup her ass, which also pulled her forward and into him. He was hard and she wanted to feel him thrusting into her.

Without thinking, she lifted one leg partially, wrapping it around him. She subconsciously felt her dress rise up as Andy's hand slid inside the back of her panties. Decorum be damned, she thought, wanting to be fucked now regardless of who saw.

The elevator bell rang as they reached the top deck and Andy pulled away suddenly in realization of where they were, though in jerking his hand out of her panties so rapidly he had actually managed to rip them off of her entirely and they fell unnoticed to the floor.

Ann glanced at them for a split second and almost made to stoop to pick them up when the door opened. Seeing another couple waiting to get in, she felt a tremendous hotness spread from her sex and into her face as she and Andy exited the car, with her black panties lying damp and rumpled on the floor of the elevator.

She smirked as she heard a cry of disbelief from the elevator as the door closed again. Oh well was all she could say to herself. They were coming off one way or the other anyway.

Finally, Andy got them to their destination. How he even knew it existed was beyond Ann. He'd led her up to a space near the bow, which strangely appeared to be deserted. Perhaps this was because it was an area away from the pools and other points of interest on the deck further aft.

The lighting was dim but under the moon she could still easily make out the now neatly arranged lounge chairs already waiting their golden sunbathers the next morning. But for now it was just the pale green glow from above, and the sound of the ocean as the liner moved through it.

Andy took her, still leading by the hand, until they were as far forward as they could get. He took a lounge chair and pushed it into the dark cast caused by the metal side of the ship.

"Here," was all he said, gently guiding her to the chair and insinuating that she need lie on her back. She did so gladly, feeling the blood rush inside her in excitement and a tinge of fear—what would happen if they got caught? As she put her head back on the soft but coarse canvas backing of the chair, Andy stood and began to pull at his belt as he began to disrobe.

"Now," Ann said, mocking his bossy tone. To further make her point, she straddled the chair and impatiently tapped her heels against the teak decking on either side. Andy looked down at her with a look that, in the diminished light, was hard to fathom. It could be anger or simply amused puzzlement. She went with the latter.

"God it is humid out here," she continued, though in fact it wasn't. "I need to cool off somehow," she said, running her fingers up her legs to the hem of her dress. "Wait! I've got it!" she sighed as she began to slide her dress up and over her hips. Somehow a sudden draft blew across her, entwining itself in her moist sex.

She shook slightly, though not from the cold. Having the now naked Andy's complete attention, she spread her legs slightly and teased herself with her newly taken ring finger. She was surprised how easy it was to slide it in, and did so until her wetness covered her rings themselves. Her goal accomplished, she imagined her finger transforming itself magically into Andy's solid shaft of pleasure and let out a gasp which slowly turned into a  moan.