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  ‘Yes, yes, yes,’ she gasped as she met his steady thrusts. She closed her eyes, lost in the intense feeling of him deep inside her.

  ‘Open your eyes,’ he said roughly. ‘Look at me.’

  She did as he said, staring at him in the mirror as he drove into her. This was her favourite sexual position, being taken from behind, because his cock hit her G-spot in just the right way to give her mind-blowing orgasms. She liked the feeling of his lean body covering hers, the way he pulled her hair that sent shivers down her spine. The tables were turned now. She wasn’t the dominant older woman any longer; she felt feminine and helpless, completely at his mercy. But now, the mirror seemed to add another layer of intimacy to their lovemaking.

  She couldn’t hide behind her curtain of hair, couldn’t escape his dark, knowing gaze as he moved his hand up to tweak her nipple through her flimsy blouse. She tried to tuck her chin against her chest, feeling incredibly vulnerable all of a sudden, but Terrence gave her hair another tug so that she had no choice but to look up.

  ‘Watch me, babe,’ he said, his voice low as he thrust into her wetness. ‘Watch me while I’m inside you.’

  What had started out as a playful, seductive game had become something else. She felt out of control, wanting him to be rougher with her, to pinch her nipples harder, to drive his cock into her until she screamed. She knew they didn’t have much time, but she wanted to strip off her clothes and let him fuck her senseless. She gripped the edge of the sink and tried not to cry out as he withdrew his cock to the tip and then slammed into her. Over and over again, bumping against that sensitive spot inside her, he fucked her until she could feel her juices trickling down the insides of her thighs.

  She whimpered softly, biting the inside of her mouth because the temptation to scream was almost unbearable. Not that anyone would hear her over the club music, of course. Terrence was silent and stoic, only his heavy-lidded eyes giving away his arousal. He had been so turned on by her going down on him she expected him to finish inside her at any moment, but now he seemed capable of going on like this for hours. If only they had hours.

  ‘I’m not coming until you do,’ he said, as if reading her mind.

  She whimpered again, clenching her pussy around his cock. She wanted to come, but she was distracted by the sound of the voices and music, and Terrence’s penetrating stare. She closed her eyes once more, feeling like she needed to close off one sense so she could concentrate on what he was doing to her body. She focused on the sensation of his cock gliding into her, the way her body clung to him as he slowly withdrew before pushing back inside. She arched her back a little more, feeling his cock angle down.

  ‘Right there,’ she gasped.

  He thrust into her, faster now, pulling her hair taut until she felt like a bowstring humming with tension. She reached the breaking point as he curved over her, whispering in her ear, ‘Come for me, babe.’

  She couldn’t help it, she let out a loud, lingering moan as her orgasm washed over her. She opened her eyes, meeting his in the mirror so he could see what he had done to her. He watched her as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm, sweat glistening at his fine-boned temple.

  ‘Yes. Oh, God,’ she gasped, feeling as if she was being turned inside out. ‘Terrence!’

  Terrence made a sound low in his throat and went still against her. Her pussy rippled along the length of his engorged cock, and with one hard thrust that elicited another soft moan from her, he was coming too. Eyes closed, he pumped into her a few times before going still again. He leaned over her back, his damp forehead against her cheek when she turned her head.

  ‘Oh my. That was nice,’ was all she could manage to say.

  She felt, rather than heard, his rumble of laughter. ‘That’s one way to describe it,’ he said, nipping her ear lobe. ‘You really are wicked.’

  ‘Yes, I am,’ she whispered.

  Still feeling the lingering tremors of her orgasm, she became acutely aware of their risky position. Reluctantly, she shifted beneath him. His cock slid out of her and she felt empty. Wetness streaked down her inner thighs and she met his gaze in the mirror, smiling contritely.

  ‘I need to clean up,’ she said. ‘Think you can sneak out while I make myself presentable?’

  Terrence’s laugh was pure masculine satisfaction. ‘You are perfectly presentable. You just look as if you’ve been well fucked.’

  She shifted her gaze to her own face and realised he was right. Her hair was mussed and her cheeks were flushed. Her dark-red lipstick was smeared and she was fairly certain she’d left some behind on Terrence’s cock. Her eyes sparkled in a way that suggested she had a very delicious secret – which she did. She shook her head.

  ‘Well, I’ll do the best I can.’

  Terrence straightened his clothes and tucked his still-damp cock back into his trousers. ‘I don’t think it’ll be a late night for me. I’m wiped.’

  ‘Oh, poor baby,’ she said. ‘Every woman in the club will be disappointed to see you go.’

  Terrence gave her a tired, teasing grin. ‘I only care about the woman who just came on my cock.’

  She didn’t really believe that, of course, but it was sweet of him to say so. Terrence was still young and wild and unlikely to settle for one woman when he could have three, but he had good manners. ‘That was lovely, darling.’

  He listened at the door before turning the lock. ‘Give me a call, babe. It’s been too long and I’d like to do this properly sometime soon.’

  ‘I will. Promise.’

  Charlotte smiled as he slipped out, giving her a rakish wink as he went. She locked the door behind him and met her own smudged eyes in the mirror. ‘See you in four weeks, darling boy,’ she whispered as she set about taming her hair back into place. ‘Maybe.’

  Charlotte awoke at dawn, naked and cuddled against Ian’s warm, bare chest. She felt a pleasant kind of soreness through her entire body that seemed to radiate from between her thighs. Sighing contentedly, she tucked in close to Ian and breathed in his clean, masculine scent.

  Just as she started to drift off again, she felt his hand shift from her hip to between her thighs. She squirmed, thinking he was still asleep by the sound of his steady breathing. Then his fingers began a gentle probing that let her know he was awake – and wanting her.

  Silently she shifted until she was lying on her back, still nestled against his muscular shoulder. He touched her gently, parting the lips of her pussy with his fingers. She wasn’t aroused yet, but she knew his soft touches would get her there fast. Sighing, she spread her thighs so he could continue his exploration.

  He rested one finger at her opening as he cupped her mound in his warm palm. He gently squeezed her, letting just the tip of his finger slip inside her. She gasped at the dual sensations and pushed her pelvis up to meet his touch.

  Sunlight streamed through the half-closed blinds, casting dappled light across their bed and making his reddish-blond hair look like spun gold. The quiet was soothing, with only the soft sounds of her sighs and the rustle of the bed linens. Charlotte could feel her thigh muscles tensing in anticipation of his touch and she forced herself to relax and breathe slowly. She had all the time in the world to enjoy this. Neither of them had to go to work, no one was in the next room, there was no pressing need to leave the bedroom until hunger drove them out of bed.

  Still, she couldn’t help but wiggle against his hand, silently urging him to push his finger deep inside her. He resisted, keeping it just inside her pussy and making small circles. She sighed, impatient for more.

  ‘You got in awfully late last night,’ he said, his voice still gravelly with sleep. ‘I missed you.’

  She could feel his cock, thick and hard, pressing against her hip. She’d been so focused on his gentle, teasing touch, she hadn’t noticed he was already fully aroused.

  ‘Sorry. You know how the girls are,’ she said. ‘But I missed you too. You looked so sweet when I got home.’

  ‘Why
didn’t you wake me?’ He kissed the top of her head as he continued to stroke her.

  She sighed sleepily. ‘I was so tired by the time I took a shower I just wanted to curl up and go to sleep.’

  He stroked her pussy gently. ‘I would have helped you get to sleep.’

  ‘This is so much better than sleeping,’ she whispered, covering his hand with her own. ‘That feels good.’

  ‘Want more?’

  She nodded against his shoulder. ‘Yes, please.’

  Slowly, he pushed his finger inside her. ‘You’re getting wet.’

  ‘Imagine that.’

  He kept up his slow circles, teasing her with his warm touch. ‘Naughty girl.’

  Charlotte hooked her leg over his, spreading herself even wider for his touch. ‘Oh, yes,’ she said, ending on a sigh as his finger slid deeper. ‘I think I want more.’

  He added a second finger inside of her. ‘Like that?’

  She moaned, arching off the bed to take his fingers inside her. ‘Just like that.’

  He stroked her slowly, her wetness coating his fingers. She could hear the liquid sounds her pussy made as he stroked her. The noise was as arousing as this slow build-up of tension. She squirmed against his hand, eager for more but willing to let him set the pace.

  She reached down and fondled his cock just as slowly as he was touching her. He made a soft sound of approval and pushed against her hip. She smiled, sure she could hold out at this languid pace longer than he could.

  He apparently didn’t want her to think she had the upper hand because he upped the ante by pressing his thumb to her swollen clit. She jumped as if shocked and clamped her thighs around his hand.

  Ian chuckled. ‘I wanted to make sure you were awake.’

  She harrumphed as she swirled her thumb over the tip of his cock, catching a bead of wetness along the way. ‘I’m as awake as you are, sweetheart.’

  ‘Excellent.’

  His fingers glided into her, curving upwards to stroke the inside of her pussy. She was still tender from the previous day, but she was getting wetter as he touched her. A familiar ache began to build inside her and she felt her nipples pucker in response to her growing arousal. Ian’s arm was beneath her neck and he reached down to stroke the swell of her breast, the dark edge of her hard nipple. His fingers, callused from years of handling fire equipment, felt rough against her tender flesh. The sensation sent chills through her and she inhaled sharply.

  ‘Mmm, nice,’ she whispered.

  ‘You’re ready for me.’

  She nodded again. ‘Oh, yes.’

  He shifted his arm from under her and moved to kneel between her spread thighs. As he lifted her legs over his broad shoulders, she expected him to push his cock into her. He surprised her by cupping her ass in his large hands and raising her up until her pussy was beneath his mouth. Back arched, she stared down between her legs and watched as he licked her swollen clit.

  She whimpered at the zing of pleasure that accompanied that one swift stroke. Squirming for more, she was rewarded by his tongue parting the lips of her pussy and swirling around her opening the way his fingers had earlier. She pushed her hips towards his mouth, grasping at his shaggy mop of tousled golden curls, aching to feel his tongue inside her. He pulled back, teasing her.

  ‘You do seem to want me.’

  ‘Yes!’

  He lowered his mouth between her thighs, the day-old growth of his beard scratching her sensitive thighs. ‘You smell like heaven. Taste like it too.’

  ‘Lick me!’

  Finally, he gave her what she wanted and slid his tongue inside her. She whimpered low in her throat as he lapped at her with the flat of his tongue, drawing her own wetness up over her sensitive clit. She clutched at him, pulling his head into her and rubbing against his mouth shamelessly. Her orgasm was quick and explosive, catching her by surprise. She held his head between her thighs, riding out the long, rolling waves of her climax as he devoured her with his mouth. Then, just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, he lowered her down to the bed and guided his thick cock into her.

  With tremors of her orgasm still rippling along the walls of her pussy, he felt huge inside her. She wrapped her legs around his strong back, arching up to meet his slow, deep thrusts. He reached under her to hold her ass, anchoring her to him as he rocked into her. She nibbled his neck, licking the salty moisture from his skin as her whole body quivered against him.

  His thigh muscles trembled as he came, still moving so slowly inside her as her pussy squeezed the length of his shaft. His orgasm seemed to last as long as hers, every short thrust followed by a deep groan. She held him to her, hands soothing the bunched muscles of his back and down to his clenched ass. Finally he relaxed against her, his solid weight both sensual and comforting.

  ‘Think we did it?’ he murmured, tucking his head against her neck.

  She stroked his hair, a private smile curving her lips. She was suddenly sleepy again. ‘Maybe. But the doctor said the more times I make love around ovulation, the more likely I am to get pregnant.’

  ‘Give me an hour and I’ll see what I can do to increase our chances.’

  She giggled. ‘Lovely, but don’t forget I’m playing tennis with Henry at ten.’

  ‘Girls’ night out, tennis with Henry. My girlfriend is in high demand.’ Ian moved off her, pulling her over on her side and into his arms, where she settled with a contented sigh. ‘At least until you get knocked up. Then you’re all mine.’

  ‘Exactly the way I want,’ she said, stretching like a well-fed cat. ‘Maybe this month is my month.’

  ‘Well, if it doesn’t happen this time, we’ll just have to try again next month,’ Ian said. ‘It’s all about the timing, right?’

  ‘All in the timing,’ she agreed.

  Kristina Wrights’ ‘The Rancher’s Wife’ can be found in the Black Lace Seduction anthology.

  Archeogasms

  K D Grace

  MAC WAS SAYING something about Gemma’s nipples and ripe redcurrants. Gemma shot a surreptitious glance at Allegra. She always pretended that she didn’t notice Allegra sitting at the booth in the corner pretending not to watch the two of them get more and more bold in their gropings. Though Allegra was the archaeologist in charge of the dig – maybe because she was the archaeologist in charge, and a woman – Gemma liked to push the boundaries. And Allegra was embarrassed to admit that she let her get away with it because Allegra was a bit of a voyeur, and a little escapism after a hard day’s digging was just what she needed. She knew if she came to the pub every night at this time, Gemma and Mac would be here. And either they got off on the idea of her watching them, or they truly were so in to each other they hadn’t noticed. Since Allegra hadn’t had a good shag, or even a bad one, in longer than she cared to remember, either way was fine with her.

  Allegra could tell from the way Gemma shifted and slumped in her seat that Mac’s hand was in her knickers or very close. She accidentally dropped her biro, as she often did, and ducked under the table to find it, catching the expected glimpse of Mac’s hand, fingers thrusting and circling between Gemma’s spread legs. Just imagining what Gemma was experiencing, Allegra felt the wetness grow in her own panties. She was pretty sure when they finally decided to find some place more private to do the deed, she’d be treated, as was usually the case, to a view of Mac’s ‘Big Mac’, as he called it, struggling hard to be free from the tight shorts he always wore. They left little to the imagination where his package was concerned. Mac’s cock was sizeable, and he liked to make sure it was well displayed whenever possible.

  Allegra flipped the page in the journal she’d been pretending to read. It was always like this. When Gemma started squirming at the table, and Mac no longer minded who saw him kneading her tits, Allegra pretended harder to be immersed in the fascinating scholarship of her fellow archaeologists. What she was really doing was memorising every move the two nymphos made. Then, later that night, alone in her bed, Allegra planne
d to use her observations for her own fantasy purposes, substituting herself for Gemma, and whichever hunk suited her fancy for Mac, while she let her own imagination enhance and rearrange the evening’s events until she made herself come.

  On the nights when the couple were really amorous and even bolder than usual she could make herself come while just watching the two of them, and tonight was looking like it was going to be one of those nights. Under the table, out of sight, Allegra opened her legs and leaned forwards, rocking against the hard wood of the chair, enjoying the combined pressure of her clenching quinny with the rubbing of the seam of the tight jeans she’d worn deliberately as a masturbatory aid. She knew if she went into the bathroom and slipped her fingers into her panties, she’d be slick and swollen and ready to come. In fact, a few times she had done just that and not even made it back to her room.

  Above the edge of the journal, she watched Mac stroking Gemma’s nipples until she was sure they’d poke holes through the woman’s silk blouse. She imagined what it would be like to move over next to them and offer her nipples for his tactile pleasure, or for Gemma’s. That would be OK too. She was imagining whose hand would be doing what, while manoeuvring as unobtrusively as possible under the table to get the crotch of her jeans where it would do the most good between the lips of her pout, when she was interrupted.

  ‘Excuse me, but are you Dr Allegra Thorn?’

  She jumped and slammed the journal shut as though it contained photos of what was going on in her dirty little mind. Irritated, she looked up.

  But the man standing before her was gorgeous. He had a swimmer’s shoulders and his jeans displayed an arse so perfect you could bounce a penny off it. As he sat down, uninvited, Allegra could smell the heady scent of night air permeating the anorak folded over his muscular arm. His broad chest was well displayed in the white polo, which snugly caressed the hard slope of his belly.

  ‘I’m Dan Martin. I work for the Daily Update.’ He spoke with an American accent; she guessed he was from somewhere on the West Coast. In the subdued pub lighting, she caught sight of ice-blue eyes beneath a fringe of sun-bleached hair in need of a cut. ‘I’d like to interview you about your new discovery.’ He shot the two lovers a knowing glance and smiled. ‘That is, if you’re not too busy.’