Wicked Wednesday – 306 – Travel (A Princess’ Guide to Relaxing)

The next morning, Adrienne’s father was practically beating down her door because of a diplomatic incident that needed resolved immediately. She assured him she would handle the matter and was quickly dressed and packed in a matter of minutes. Gordon ducked out of her rooms and ran home to gather his own kit and within the hour the pair were underway to their destination.

Their flight was uneventful, save some turbulence and the pair happily chattered away like a pair of magpies. There was a car waiting as soon as Adrienne and Gordon stepped off the plane that would take them directly to a meeting with the local consulate, before meeting with more senior officials the next morning. Adrienne was thoroughly briefed on the details and she frowned thoughtfully as she began to ask pointed questions, trying to figure out where thing had gone wrong. She was confident in her ability to smooth out any rough edges without there being any sanctions imposed or other political fallout. And over the next few days she did.

But her nights, those belonged to Gordon. They laughed, they loved, they fucked like rabbits. One evening after a particularly stressful day they returned to the hotel and Gordon immediately drew a hot bath and shooed Adrienne off for a good long soak. She pinned her hair up and just relaxed trying to let the stress of the day slip away. She heard a knock at the door and figured it must be room service with supper. She got out of the tub and slipped into a terrycloth robe before stepping out of the bathroom. She walked into an enchanted space fulls of golden flames and soft music with a rather handsome man pulling out a chair for her sit and dine with him. They ate slowly enjoying the food, each other, and the wine; after the meal was done Gordon stood and pulled Adrienne into the bedroom.

He slipped the terrycloth from her body and motioned for her to lay down on the bed face down. She stretched out on the bed, noting her body’s relief at being able to just relax. She settled into the bed, smiling as she felt Gordon’s weight beside her. He drizzled warm almond oil across her skin, making her jump a tiny bit and then commenced giving her a gentle, but highly erotic massage. He touched her everywhere, teasing her skin, taking time to pay special attention to her gorgeous ass. It stirred something within Adrienne and she moaned softly in delight. Gordon’s fingers trailed down between her slightly spread legs, only making her moan louder as her caressed her ever so lightly. He wiped the excess oil from her skin and directed her to turn over so her could do her front. She happily obliged and Gordon began to massage her arms working his way to her hands then moving across her hips and down to her thighs. She squirmed at the feeling of his thumbs against her inner thighs, wanting more of his touch. Gradually as he worked his way along her skin, loosening all the muscles and helping her relax he became bolder and began to tease at her breasts and nipples or run a finger across her clit. This massage thing was quite enjoyable. Adrienne stretched her lithe body under Gordon’s hands and he smiled at the sight. She caught him and spoke, “What’s the smile for?” “Because I want to see you like that all the time.”

She grinned and blew him a kiss. He laughed, wiped the excess oil from them both, and leaned into her for the kiss he really wanted. Suddenly where there had been a spark was a flame and they were wrapped up in one another. Gordon pinned her to the bed effortlessly and kissed and bit lightly at her skin, never enough to leave more than the faintest of red marks that would quickly fade (the real marks were always hidden) and with a final sweet kiss began to work his way down her body pinching at her nipples, hard enough to make her cry out out, and then kissing the pain away before he would bite down, harder this time, leaving slightly more noticeable marks. And Adrienne writhed beneath him her mind and body begging for more. She arched her hips against him grinding against the thigh he was using to hold her lower body still and moaned. Gordon’s head dipped to suck more gently at her nipples and she moved harder and faster against him. He lifted his head to meet her eyes. “Now Princess.” Adrienne’s head whipped from side to side on the bed as she shuddered beneath him. “Good girl. I like how you taste after you’ve come for me.”

And his face was between her legs, spreading them further so he could enjoy the pretty pussy that was his. He tasted and sucked and licked and reveled in her body. Here, where they couldn’t be seen he left the marks he wanted to, dotting her inner thighs with teeth marks and small bruises that would remind her she was his, not that she needed any reminding. Strong arms wrapped around her thighs to hold her still and pull her closer at the same time. She moaned at the feeling of simply being pulled closer to him and her hips bucked impatiently. Gordon stopped. He looked up at her and growled, “Patience Princess, patience,” and resumed feasting on her body. Even with his grip her movements quickly became erratic and more forceful and finally he he gave in to her desire. She came on his face not bothering to muffle her cries, but trying to settle her movements before she busted his nose. He gave one last, long lingering lick of her pussy before he sat up licking his lips and grinning at her. “Kitten, if you can’t be still I’m going to have to tie you down.”

“But now I’m going to fuck you.” His grin became almost predatory as he flipped her legs up to his shoulders and his cock filled her up, finding a home in her hot little cunt. Adrienne swore and Gordon smacked her thigh for it. She gave him a cheeky grin, lifted her hips to meet his and swore again because it felt so good. He smacked the other thigh and drove his cock deeper. With strong hands grasping her by the hips, his fingertips digging in, he fucked her slowly, lazily almost smiling as she twisted beneath him and began to beg him to fuck her harder. “Come for me again and I will.”

Her eyes widened and she began to tremble as she stroked her clit in time to his thrusting, arching to meet him until finally her body reached its boiling point and she exploded in another orgasm. Then he began to fuck her hard and fast, watching her pinch a nipple with her free hand and the sight of her overwhelmed him. His own orgasm hit and she let her legs fall to either side of him, both of them spent.

This is a multi-part series. It starts here and follows through subsequent Wicked Wednesday posts to current.

 

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Wicked Wednesday – 305 – (A Choice and a Decision)

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Adrienne seemed to have a knack for handling diplomatic incidents and she became her father’s go to person for flying out to have talks or handle other matters. Gordon was always her companion on these trips and they reveled in the time they spent together once the work of the day was done. But both were too afraid to take that next step, one that would alter the course of their relationship forever. So things hung in limbo while every night of the trips they took Gordon fucked his Princess, his Kitten until she couldn’t take anymore. Yet she tried anyway. She wanted everything he could give her even if it was only this time, stolen from the rest of the world. Neither of them knew that one day soon, they’d be forced to tell it all.

One day she passed Gordon in the hall and discreetly slipped him a note. “My rooms. After your shift ends. We need to talk.” He crumpled the note in his hand and stuffed it into a pocket, wondering what was so urgent that she was actively seeking him out within these walls. Gordon knew he’d find out soon enough, but it didn’t stop his mind from racing the rest of the day, wondering just what they needed to talk about. He was terrified she was going to tell him things were over.

After checking the already empty hallways Gordon slipped almost soundlessly into the sitting room of Adrienne’s suite and sat down to wait for her. A few moments later she walked out of the bedroom wearing a terrycloth robe with her hair wrapped in a towel and placed both hands over her mouth to stifle her cry of surprise. Gordon grinned at her and walked over to speak quietly, “You should be more aware Princess. It might save you someday.” And he kissed her gently on the lips. She smiled against his lips and pulled him further inside, into the bedroom where they were less likely to be overheard. She unwound her towel and began to comb out her hair. Gordon nudged her to sit in front of the mirror she was using and took the comb from her. She relaxed into him and loosened her robe so her could see her nude reflection in the mirror. He smiled at her, “Such a pretty Kitten,” and smoothing her damp hair back he quickly plaited it together wrapping an elastic around the end.

All the while Adrienne had been stroking the front of her body, playing with her breasts and nipples, letting him see her legs fall apart just a bit, to catch a glimpse of the wetness there. He leaned over her and replaced her hands with his own, trailing kisses down her neck as he rubbed her pebbled nipples between his fingers. “Mmmm, yes.” Adrienne fell into his touch and he pulled her to her feet, sliding the robe from her shoulders, baring her body to him. “No spankings tonight Princess. But I have plans for you. You’ll be good won’t you?” “Yes, Sir.” He spun her around for a kiss and held onto her for a long moment cherishing this time in case whatever she had to say was bad news. “First, you told me that me we needed to talk Princess. What’s going on?”

Adrienne sighed softly, “Dad is pressuring me to try and start finding someone I want to settle down with and…well…I don’t know if he’ll like it and I don’t know what you’ll think, but, (Gordon was bracing himself for bad news as her voice got smaller and smaller with each word) I don’t know what he’d think about us.” The last bit came out so rushed and quiet that Gordon barely heard her and frowned. “What do you mean, Princess? There can’t be an us. We both went into things knowing this.” “No! I refuse to believe that. Can you honestly say that you don’t feel the same way I do? Or would you be lying to yourself?” She stared him down, tears sparkling in her eyes. “Tell me the truth Gordon. Do you love me?”

He looked down at her, his own eyes shining with tears. “I do, but…” “But nothing. If my father doesn’t like it I’ll leave again and you’re welcome to come with me. Or you can walk away now. It’s your choice and if you really want to go you can, I won’t stop you.” The tears overflowed finally and she just let them fall, staring at him with a fierce resolve, even through her tears.

Gordon let her go and paced around the room. “Fuck, Adrienne, you have to know I love you, but we’re from two different worlds. You’re heiress to a kingdom! I’m just a glorified security guard.” He heaved a sigh and came to stop in front of her, his emotions bubbling over as well. “All I want to do is hold you and love you until our problems go away.” “I’ll take that Mr. Abbot, but you’d better not let go.” They shared another embrace and he swung her up into his arms carrying her to bed, just as he had done the first time.

Adrienne kissed Gordon softly, a promise of more to come and snuggled against him. They lay there together for a short while just enjoying the feel of one another before the flame of their passion engulfed them both. Shared kisses became feverish and hot, she nipped at his bottom lip gently, then kissed it better. His hands roamed her body tracing all the curves that he knew so well. Gordon’s head dipped down to kiss the valley between Adrienne’s breasts, “Mmmm more please. I want to feel you lips all over.” Gordon continued his kisses and also began to nibble and suck in different places making her giggle and squirm beneath him. He planted a kiss on the inside of her thigh, inhaling her scent, “I need you Adrienne.” “I need you too…please.” Gordon planted another quick kiss against her leg and slid up the bed where Adrienne grabbed his shoulders and pushed as she herself moved up on the bed. Gordon ended up flat on his back laughing at her insistence until she silenced him by sliding her body onto his cock.

His hips thrust upward as hers shifted and they both moaned at the sensation. Never one to be passive Gordon grabbed her hips hard enough to leave marks and held onto her as they moved together. It took no time at all before Adrienne gasped and he felt her orgasm roll through her body. His hips kept moving and her orgasm didn’t stop, just tipped into the next and the one after that. She was biting her lip to keep from crying out and the look on her face was too much. Gordon thrust once more before he came, holding her still against his body, letting her feel ever twitch and movement inside of her. After a long night of loving the pair fell asleep tangling in each other again. Morning and a hard conversation would come soon enough.

Wicked Wednesday – Suitcase – (Unpacking Can Wait)

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Trent swiped the key card in the door and the pair stepped inside, luggage trailing behind them. Rachel immediately took stock of the luxury before them and rushed further in, throwing open the curtains on the balcony that overlooked an ocean view. Rachel whirled around in excitement and grabbed the suitcases to begin unpacking so their adventures could begin.

He smiled at his new wife watching her indulgently for a moment, her sense of order and organization having kicked in. He mused that was perhaps one of the reasons they fit so well together as he was a bit scatterbrained at the best of times. But right now, he was focused solely on the gorgeous redhead flitting about the room. She stopped for a moment and turned to look at him and that was all it took. He pushed off of the door where he’d been leaning and strode towards her quite purposefully.

“The unpacking can wait, my dear.” He caught he around the waist and pulled her backwards into his arms where he trailed kisses down her neck before spinning her and playfully dipped her backwards before pulling her back up and kissing her the way he’d wanted to kiss her at the ceremony; the way that would have scandalized both their grandmothers and embarrassed Rachel as well. He would have loved to see that gorgeous blush that he loved so well. Right now he wanted to see her freckled skin flushed for other reasons. Rachel smiled and rubbed herself along Trent’s body, feeling the maleness of him against her and knew what he wanted as much as she did.

There was no slowness or tenderness here, just hot, urgent need. Trent was unzipping her floral dress as she was unbuttoning his slacks and in moments the pair was free of their encumbrances. He scooped Rachel into his arms and quite unceremoniously deposited her on the bed before joining her, kissing ravenously at her skin. He worked his way along her collarbones and down to her breasts stopping to suck and bite at her nipples in a way that made her squeal with delight and squirm against the bed. Hot lips slid down her belly and quickly to her pussy. She was wet for him and ready, but he wanted all of her first. Trent’s head dipped and he swiped his tongue across Rachel’s skin, tasting the most intimate part of her. Within moments she was panting as she neared an orgasm while Trent worked at her body with his mouth. Neither of them cared that her moans might disturb other guests and suddenly she was trembling around him as her thighs wrapped reflexively across his shoulders, a silent request for him to not stop.

But stop he did and climbed up the bed, pinning her body there with his. He reached down and rubbed himself against her, teasing her and driving her need higher. She clutched at his shoulders and pulled herself up to him, kissing the side of his neck with a renewed vigor. He moaned and dipped his head allowing her better access to his body and slowly pushed his way inside of her.

Her head fell back as she clenched around him and he moaned at the feeling. When her eyes opened and she met his lustful gaze she smiled fiercely and repeated the movement, making him groan with need. He held himself closer to her burying his face in the heated skin against the side of her neck, just so he could whisper all kinds of dirty things in her ear while he loved her. The contrast between his words and his slow movements drove her into a frenzy and she began to thrust wildly against him, wanting more and more. His own need grew driving him higher and deeper into her at the same time.

With no warning Rachel’s body stiffened beneath his a long drawn out moan that drowned out his whispers escaped from her red lips. Trent could feel the power of her orgasm wash through her body and it drove him over the edge. Rachel was still trembling from her first orgasm and the feeling of him pulsing inside her, feeling the warmth of him only made her come again, softer than the first time, but still intense in its own way. They shared another kiss and settled in to cuddle as they began their journey as husband and wife. Trent was right she thought; this was much better than unpacking.

 

Wicked Wednesday 287 – Muse – (Ropes)

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His pet was a beauty to him. Ephemeral and lovely in her cuffs and collar and nothing else. He loved the way her ass reddened from the sting of his toys, the way she wiggled and jumped at each stroke. Her obedience to him was as flawless as she could make it and he loved her so, as she loved him. She was the Jane to his Edward.

They were the inspiration for one another to live as they did and to love as they did and so it was that they fell deeper and deeper into the roles of artist and muse. He drew patterns on her body in wax, elicited music from her passionate cries, and came alive when she was with him. She craved these moments when she was his canvas and cherished them as no other.

One night, at a party, they were giving a demonstration. She was a living work of art, bound in rope, by the desire simmering in the room, and she was all his to show off with intricate ties and carefully placed knots. Before he was done the room began to buzz with energy. One submissive knelt and the wet sucking sounds of a blowjob could be heard. It only added to tension in the room. Another was bent over the back of a chair, trying not to moan as they were fucked ever so gently while watching the scene before them unfold. As the ties were completed and she was held like a bird suspended and swinging he reached for her, kissing her before sending her spinning slowly around, to display his art. And he he began to whisper to her, all the things he was going to do to her once he untied her. How she was going to suck him and if she was a good girl he’d let her come for him. How he wanted to flog her beautiful ass. They became entirely unaware of the room around them and gradually his fingers found her wet, hungry pussy.

That they were being watched was of no import. He traced a pattern against her skin, a secret “I love you”, and slipped a single finger inside of her, feeling how wet she was, how ready. He finger fucked her slowly, watching her try to squirm in the ropes. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close to him and kissed her neck, while adding another finger to her pussy. Gods, she was amazing and so was he. Gradually the room stilled from its debauchery once more to watch another scene unfold before them. Soon her cries echoed in the silence and she bucked her hips against the ropes and his fingers as best she could, her body begging for more. Another finger. He whispered her name. She looked at him, her desire evident to all present and held his gaze, knowing what he wanted. And she nodded, just once.

Slowly, a fourth finger joined the rest and gradually as she rocked and cried out, her body opened to him. And he slid his hand inside of her her. She froze, her only movement coming from the gentle swing of the ropes as an orgasm washed through her body. Her cries became a low moan and the room watched her come for him. He moved slowly, fisting her gently, carefully, but never stopping those movements. She would come for him again.

And as she hung there, his art, his love, he drove her higher and again she gave that deep, satisfied moan as her entire body trembled in the ropes and her head dropped to hide her face. Carefully he slipped free of her body and began to untie her, unwinding her bonds and freeing her to fall into him. She did so and he carried her to a quiet corner where the was a blanket waiting with some water and a snack someone had left there. Wrapping her and holding her close he murmured soft words and caressed her warm skin. She was his muse and she had served him well.

Wicked Wednesday 286 – Wedding Night

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Allen and Lana had a small, but relatively fancy wedding; a concession to Lana’s mother who had wanted to go huge and invite everybody and then some. Instead she suffered a small wedding that she got to plan and boy could she plan. But this isn’t really about Allen and Lana’s wedding, although it went off without a hitch and was quite lovely.

Allen and Lana arrived at the small private cottage at an exclusive resort in the mountains and Lana laughed as Allen insisted upon carrying her across the threshold even though this wasn’t really home. She had a feeling he’d try it again when they got home though. They relaxed and began to unwind with one another talking about nothing much at all. Allen built a fire and they sat in front of the flames arm in arm.

It began with a soft kiss. A gentle touch. His fingers in her red hair. “I love you Mrs. Green.” Lana smiled at that, “I like it. Tell me again.” “I love you Mrs. Green.” “And I love you Mr. Green.” They chuckled and snuggled closer still kissing in front of the fire. But the fire wasn’t the only thing keeping them warm. Heavy with the emotion that hung in the air and heavy with desire for one another the soft kisses gradually turned more urgent and demanding. Lana made the first move tonight, her deft fingers beginning to unbutton the soft black shirt he’d changed into after the ceremony. Quickly she had her hands planted against his bare chest and slid them up to his shoulders to remove the shirt completely. She leaned down and covered his chest in soft, chaste kisses that worked their way ever closer to the top of his pants before making her way back up to kiss him again on the lips. He ran his hands down her back to squeeze her ass and they both groaned softly. “I want you, I need you.” And he kissed her fiercely before pulling her over top of him.

Their bodies ground together insistently as lips touched and hands tugged and pulled at clothing. Finally they were both nude, Lana’s expensive lingerie forgotten in the other room where she’d meant to change, but the urgency was too much. Allen sat up, looking at his beautiful bride for a moment before trailing burning kisses along her skin. He worshipped her nude body from her toes to the top of her head, leaving her squirming and breathless under his touches and kisses. She stared up at him with those grey eyes, her love and need for him obvious on her face. He gave her another once over and whispered, “I can’t wait. I need you now.”

And with a gentle kiss he settled himself between her welcoming thighs, sliding his cock inside of her. Lana moaned for him, arching her hips against his touch and pulled him close. “More.” And her legs wrapped around him tightly. There was no slowness or patience between them just an ever growing urgency as they fucked. He drove deeply into her and her body quivered around him. Lana’s head thrashed wildly and she squeezed her legs tighter, wanting everything Allen could give and he gave her exactly what she was asking for. Soon their movements became more frantic, more out of sync; Lana’s voice was a quiet, constant moan, and Allen’s was a whisper urging her on. As an orgasm ripped through her the dirty words that left his mouth became an, “I love you.” and that only made her writhe harder, tightening and squeezing around him, her legs a vice around his body at the same time.

As Lana came back to herself she stared at up at him. “I love you too. Now do that again.” He laughed softly and kissed her once more. As she let her legs relax, splayed out around him, he began to move slowly, teasing her, wanting to draw out the experience. She wiggled her hips and held him closer to her, her voice soft and decidedly naughty, “Allen James Green, stop being a tease and just fuck your wife.” And she gave him a cheeky grin. Between the look on her face and her words he was undone and began to fuck her urgently as she pressed her heels into the ground driving her hips against his. She reached between them, her fingers finding her clit and Allen stopped to watch her for a moment before he forced himself to move again. “I want to watch you make yourself come for me later. You’ll do that won’t you, wife?” His voice ended on a soft growl that Lana loved and she moaned a yes as he drove her ever closer to another earth shattering orgasm. It built more slowly this time, his body looming over hers in the firelight, their shadows echoing the couple’s movements. Lana wrapped her free hand around Allen’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss, her hips and fingers never ceasing their motion. That kiss was his final undoing as her tongue tangled with his. His hips bucked against hers and she could feel how close he was. “Do it. I want to feel you come inside me for the first time.” Allen threw his head back and they both moaned as he lost control. That drove Lana to another orgasm and she held onto him tightly, riding it out.

After a long moment, they settled back onto the carpet rolling so Lana was wrapped in Allen’s arms and snuggled together in front of the fire. Lana smiled lazily. “I love you. And I love the way you feel inside me. We need to do that more often.” Allen laughed and stroked her hair. “Oh we will, love. We will.”

There are several more stories in this series and they can be found here, here, here, and here. Enjoy!

Wicked Wednesday 282 – Mirror – (Reflections of a Woman)

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Lexi sighed and ran her hands down her body. She was curvy yes, but she was also chubby, no not chubby, fat in all the wrong places. Spinning around she looked over her shoulder at herself and let out another sigh. At least, she thought, her ass filled out a pair of jeans nicely. But she certainly couldn’t see in herself what her boyfriend James seemed to see, not even when she stared at herself in the mirror as she was doing now. Another sigh escaped her and she wandered over to her closet trying to find something to wear for a casual date.

Finding nothing that appealed to her, she walked back over to the mirror and stared some more. “What does he see,” she whispered. Another round of staring at herself from any angle she could manage and she fell back onto the bed behind her, depressed, curious, and well aware that she was going to be late for her evening unless she got moving.

“Mirror, mirror on the wall…” she muttered to herself as she got back up to take a stab at finding something to wear. They were just going bowling so she could get away with jeans she thought and slipped her favorite pair over her black lace boy shorts. Now to find a shirt. Hmm, that’s it. V-neck shirts always showed off her cleavage nicely and if James enjoyed the view so much then she may as well give him something to look at. She laughed as she swiped her lips in berry pink, grabbed her bag, and went to wait for James. His knock came at the door only moments later.

When she opened the door he enveloped her in a hug and a kiss before pulling away to smile at her. “You look ravishing as always.” And a s always, Lexi blushed a bit at his compliment, although she was getting a little better at accepting them. She still had those doubt though and tonight they were in full force just like they’d been on their first date. Lexi did her best to push them away, but she was pensive on the ride to the bowling alley, thinking about how she wasn’t exactly a ten on the attractiveness scale and how she measured up or didn’t measure up and generally tearing herself down despite how hard James was trying to help build her up. Those were her thoughts and when they reached the bowling alley, James stopped her from getting out and took her hands.

“Look Lexi, I know exactly what you’ve been thinking about the entire way here and I wish you could see what I do. You’re beautiful and you don’t even know it. And if my guess is correct, you agonized over what to wear all day and spent some time staring into the mirror and generally berating yourself for not being perfect or skinny. But I don’t care if you don’t measure up to the world’s vision of perfect. You’re my vision of perfect. OK?” She nodded trying not to cry at the sweet words and squeezed his hands. “You’re right, I’ve spent all day ruminating on how I look and how I fail to measure up and everything that comes to mind of that nature. I know I’m fat, I know not everyone is going to like me or want me or even be nice to me. I’ve experienced enough shame about my body to last a lifetime and it some ways it probably will. But you help me try to be better. Now let’s go bowling.”

The pair played a few lightly competitive games (they were both terrible bowlers it turned out) before James decided enough was enough. He stopped Lexi from setting up the next game and told her to stop and look across the room. He covertly pointed out that she was being watched by a man several lanes over. “That’s not disgust Lexi. He’s wondering if we’re together or if we’re just friends. He finds you attractive.” The moment she glanced up the man looked away quickly as though he’d been caught in the act. Lexi looked at James. “Seriously? We’re on a date and you’re pointing out guys checking me out?” He laughed softly. “I just want you to know that I’m not the only one in the world that finds you desirable my dear. That’s all.” He pulled her closer and gave her a rather possessive kiss. “Let’s go back to my place.”

They turned in their ugly rented shoes and left. Lexi began to anticipate having some fun with James, even though she was feeling extra insecure tonight. She almost dreaded taking her clothes off, although he’d seen her naked before and he hadn’t shied away. She was just too deep in her own head. She hoped she could relax.

James poured them both a glass of wine and watched Lexi drink hers more quickly than usual. He took it as a sing that she was eager for him and smiled. Perhaps his little speech in the car had some effect after all. He sat the glass aside and pulled her close to him for another kiss. Before too long her shirt was off and his clothing followed until they were both nude on his couch. James knelt down and kissed his way up Lexi’s legs, enjoying the feel of her skin and finding a sensitive spot just behind her right knee. They’d had sex, but he hadn’t gone down on her yet and that made her nervous too. What if he didn’t like her vulva or clit, what if she was just too fat there too? What if, what if what if?

And then he kissed her clit and she sighed gently. James smiled up at her although she wasn’t watching him and continued to tease her with small kisses, nibbles, and tiny licks here and there. He wanted her to ask for this. To relax enough to enjoy herself. Gradually her legs opened wider and she gathered up the courage to look down at him as he sucked gently at her. Their eyes met and she could see naked desire in his, while he saw the fear in hers. “You know we can always stop,” he reminded her. “I…I don’t want you to stop. Please…” He smiled at her again and finally, given permission, he fairly dove into her, lifting her thighs over his shoulders so her could bury his face against her skin.

Lexi shivered at the feelings he gave her and began to whimper and gasp, slowly getting louder and louder as she neared that edge. He murmured words that she couldn’t make out against her skin and the vibrations were enough. She arched her back, thrusting her body towards him as her orgasm took her breath away. James looked up at the satiated and wanton looking woman on his couch and grinned. He wondered if she knew he’d been telling her he loved her. He took her to bed then and took her over and over that night, always driving her to higher peaks than before.

Wicked Wednesday 272 – Black and White – (The Socialite and the Mechanic)

On the outside, she had it all. Her life was a whirlwind of glittering galas and charity balls. Her time was filled with social engagements and bad dates with men as rich as she. But those men bored her. She wanted something, someone real, and authentic in her life. Something beyond the boredom of charity work and ribbon cutting ceremonies. But she never knew where to look.

He was a mechanic and while his childhood had been stable and happy, they’d never had much. He scoffed to see these people on television or in glossy magazines, posing in clothes that could’ve paid his monthly mortgage twice over. But he had a good heart and never could resist a damsel in distress.

The teal 430i BMW rolled into his lot just about closing time and Allen rolled his eyes. Probably some jerk looking to get work done and they’d get angry when Allen said they were closed. Not what he wanted to deal with on a Friday night. He just wanted to go home, have a beer, watch the game, and unwind after a long week. As Allen got closer to the car, he could clearly see that the driver had a flat tire. He figured he’d stay and fix it; a flat never took long. His decision was cemented when a pretty redhead with grey eyes climbed from the vehicle. As she approached him, clearly upset, he smiled at her. “I don’t bite I promise. Any idea what you hit?” She shook her head slightly, “Not a clue. I just felt the car start to pull to the side and figured it needed looked at. I wasn’t even sure it was a flat tire.” And she laughed nervously. “But I see you’re closed up for the night. Can I leave it here and have you take a look Monday?” He arched an eyebrow, genuinely surprised at how down to earth she seemed, for driving such a spoiled rich girl sort of car.

“Actually, a flat won’t take long and you look like you’re on your way somewhere. I can fix this up in a few minutes and you can be on your way.” She grinned at him and gave a naughty giggle. “Take your time, I’m trying to avoid a bad date my mom set me up with. Here let me get a picture of the tire…” And she began to furiously text for a moment, clearly explaining to the date that she couldn’t make it and why, complete with picture. “There, that’s one to cross off my list. And she laughed more freely this time, with him joining her. “I don’t know you, but I’d say you’re a devious little minx for that trick.” “Oh, where are my manners? My name is Lana Eggleston.” He nodded, “Allen Green. Nice to meet you Lana.”

The following Tuesday Lana’s cell phone rang with an unfamiliar number. “Hello?” “Hello, is this Lana? It’s Allen from Green’s Auto, I just wanted to let you know that your car is all fixed up and ready to go.” “Oh thank you! I’ll be down soon to pick it up.”

On the cab ride over to pick up the car she caught herself thinking about Allen and how handsome he’d been even in oil stained jeans and a grimy t-shirt, his hands black from his work. He seemed so down to earth and calm. So unlike the smooth talking men her mother seemed to think she’d prefer. Paying the cabbie she stepped out to see her baby parked in the lot and went inside to settle the bill. Allen waved her off, saying the work was on the house and she looked at him “At least let me take you to dinner. Your choice, my treat.”

They enjoyed dinner that night and quickly became an unlikely pair. They were just friends at first, sharing dinners, texting casually back and forth, and getting to know one another. Neither of them noticed when it happened, but the blue collar boy from the wrong side of town and the ball organizing socialite began to fall for one another. Lana knew it first when she was sitting next to him on his couch, drinking a beer and watching a football game and she realized that this could be her forever and she’d be happy with it. She tentatively scooted closer to him on the couch and his arm fell around her quite naturally in a gentle hug. As she settled against him and he smelled her hair and felt her small frame pressed to his he knew it too. “Lana…,” His voice was a hoarse whisper and she looked up at him, long enough to see the depths of his chocolate brown eyes before he pulled her into a full embrace his lips on hers.

They just seemed to fit right together and she nestled against him, putting all of the emotions she was feeling into the kiss they shared. Allen shifted his weight so he could stand with her in his arms and carried her to his bedroom, never breaking the kiss until he lowered her to her feet and looked at her seriously. “Are you sure?” “Are you?” And they kissed again knowing they were both absolutely certain. Moving slowly they undressed one another kissing and touching each new place as it was revealing. She learned that he liked his nipples played with and he learned that kissing the back of her right knee, but only her right knee made her shiver in delight. And that was only the beginning.

Finally they laid down together, still kissing, touching, and exploring. Slowly he kissed and nibbled at her fair skin as she caressed his tanned arms and ran her fingers through his slightly shaggy mahogany colored hair. They knew one another most intimately eventually and were both eager. There was the tear of a foil packet and a few moments later Allen hovered over Lana, looking down at her with such love on his face.

She hooked her legs around his, pulling him closer to her and they made love. It wasn’t fucking (that would come later), but this was slow and gentle, savored by them both. Growing closer to orgasm Lana grew more frantic and bucked her hips against his, only to have him hold her still and shake his head gently at her. And he moved in and out slower than before, easing her, drawing it out, wanting to watch her face as she found her pleasure. A gasp escaped her lips and she moaned his name. He grinned and suddenly rocked back and forth harder and watched her eyes shatter into a million tiny pieces as an orgasm rushed over her. He wanted to give her one more, but that feeling of her wrapped tightly around him was too much and his own orgasm followed, his eyes closed in total bliss before he moved to lie beside her on the bed and snuggle against her. They cuddled there, whispering sweet nothings, until finally sleep claimed them both.