The Homecoming

The Homecoming

Patricia Pellicane

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Meg exits the taxi near her front door. The long trip has left her bone-tired. All she wants is a warm bath and the comfort of her bed. Only another quietly awaits her arrival. He has plans. If he has his way, it will be some time before Meg gets any rest.

 
PUBLISHED BY: Freya's Bower
ISBN:
PUBLICATION DATE: 2010
WORD COUNT: 6650
SEXUAL CONTENT RATING: 4 4 4 4
EBOOK READER RATING:
CATEGORIES: Erotica, BDSM, Contemporary
KEYWORDS: BDSM erotica, sexual fantasy, contemporary erotica, short story
 

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COPYRIGHT Patricia Pellicane/2010

He left the door open, allowing light to fall across the bed, illuminating her body. “I like the bath salts you use. Smells like a French whorehouse. Sets a man’s dick a tinglin’.”

“How nice for you,” she said dryly.

A moment later he was at her side with two glasses and the bottle of wine. He sat on the edge of the bed and grinned. He poured the golden liquid into the crystal. “Want a sip?”

She ignored his question. Even as she lay helpless at his side, she managed, “I’m going to kill you for this.”

“You think so? You know what I think?” He didn’t wait for a response. “I think you’re going to love it so much that the next time I’m in town you’ll beg me to join you in bed.”

“Not likely,” she scoffed. “Besides, it’s hard to beg a dead man to join you in bed, don’t you think?”

He snickered in ridicule. “Like I said, you’re a tough little piece, but I’ll always be stronger.”

“How strong you figure you’ll be, once I put a bullet between your eyes?”

“Aw, honey, this love talk is makin’ me all hot and ready for a go at you.”

She struggled in vain. “Untie me.”

He chuckled. “You sure are a fine lookin’ woman. I like the way your tits wiggle when you try to fight the ties.”

He grinned at her glare. “Are you sure you don’t want any?” he nodded toward the wine glass he held. “This stuff sure is somethin’. Your husband has some mighty fine taste in women and wine.”

She nodded, suddenly still, her gaze narrowing slightly. “I do, but I can’t drink it if I’m tied up, now can I?”

He bit his lip harnessing a laugh. “Now you wouldn’t be thinkin’ to fool this ole cowboy, would ya, baby?”

She blinked, all innocence. “What does that mean?”

“I mean, you actin’ all soft and cozy like. Could be you’re waitin’ for me to relax my guard.”

“I’m not. Truly, I’m not.”

He chuckled again. “Too bad I don’t believe you.” He moved to the top of the bed and lifted her shoulders, and held the glass to her lips.

She took two huge sips. Her struggles had left her parched. Then, the glass was magically gone and her lips were suddenly against his finger and they both moaned as she sucked it into her mouth and ran her tongue over it, around it and gently bit the soft padding at its tip.

“Jesus,” he whispered, sliding to her side. “I have to touch you. My God, I have to.”

 

His mouth slid slowly up her leg toward her pussy. She couldn’t hold back the deep, needy sounds in her throat. God, he was finally touching her. She trembled. Her body vibrated, desperate with the need to feel his mouth on pussy.

“Don’t, please,” she murmured.

He gave a soft chuckle. “You don’t like this? Is that it?”

“Yes, you’re right.” She could hardly breathe, so frantic was her need for him to continue. “I don’t like it.”

“Bullshit. I’ve seen your husband eating this sweet cunt. Out on the balcony, when you thought the beach was empty. I watched him, and you were nearly out of your mind, you liked it so much. Damn, I’m just about dying for a taste myself.”

She shivered as his mouth lowered. She could feel his breath against her moist heat. “I like it that you keep it clean, with only a little line of hair. Jesus, it’s so beautiful. And I’ve waited forever.”

His mouth moved over her skin, his breath, hot and moist, his words muffled against her warmth. He sent shivers of desire racing through her, every sound, every movement, intensifying her pleasure. His tongue slid between the trimmed hair. Penetrating, thick and hot—oh, God, it was lusciously, burning hot. She couldn’t hold back a whimper of pleasure.

“Sounds to me like you favor this a bit.”

“Shut up,” she said, the words sluggish and slow. She was finding it harder than ever to keep her mind on the game. She couldn’t think above her craving for more. She never wanted him to stop, but he would. She knew he would. He wasn’t finished with his torment.

He groaned, the sound telling of his own pleasure. “You know what else I seen him do?”

She forced her mind to clear. “I can’t wait to see what he does to you.”

He chuckled. “He ain’t goin’ to do much. Not for a while anyway.”

“You’ll never get away. He’ll find you if it takes forever.”

“You tellin’ me he loves you?”

“He does.”

“Yeah, well, that don’t matter none. Not tonight.”

She grunted, the sound pure ridicule. “You don’t think so? I’d say it matters.”

“Just for tonight you’ll forget about him.”

“I won’t.”

“If I lick this pussy, I guess you will.”

“Oh, God,” she moaned in anticipation. He lifted her hips, holding her pussy to his mouth and wiggled his tongue against her clit.

“If I lick it and suck it,” he said against her moist flesh, “I guess you’ll forget just about anything.”

She couldn’t hold back a low sob of need.

“Maybe I’ll do just that. Maybe I’ll stay on for a bit and kiss and lick and play with this sweet piece for a few days. Would you like that?”

She couldn’t respond. She knew only helplessness against the heat of his mouth and the picture he instilled. He moved up the length of her, and kissed her mouth. She knew a gentle kiss shouldn’t affect her this much, but he’d already teased her senses to madness.

His mouth touched briefly, softly against hers, again, again, and again until her world tilted off center, until her lips parted and grew softer, eager for more of this sweet teasing of the senses.

A low guttural groan, filled the room. It took a moment before she realized she had made the sound. Her mouth grew softer, her body trembled. His mouth left hers, and slid to her neck, leaving a wet trail of open mouthed kisses over her chest. His whiskered jaw sensitized her eager flesh. She couldn’t hold back her moan of pleasure. And when he finally brushed against her breast and licked her nipple she gasped and eagerly arched her back, offering all for both their pleasure.

 
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