Ebony Clarke
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Inside, the room was neat, cozy and contained two double-beds. She walked inside and he closed the door. “I don’t usually do things like this.” Vincent said to her. “But I suppose that….”
“I don’t care,” she whispered.
“That’s what I thought. What do you care about?”
“Just give me what I want,” she ran her hands down his chest until she got to the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head. “What we came here for. That’s all. Not so much to ask, is it?” She said in a pouty voice as her hands ran over him.
No, not so much at all. In fact, I’m damn sure I can oblige. There was one small problem, however. When he left his apartment for the neighborhood bar, Vincent hadn’t been thinking about getting laid and was, therefore, unprepared for the events ahead. Conversations like this were never easy, not even for a doctor and the last thing he wanted to do was blow this chance but he was a responsible adult. “I, ah, I don’t have any—“
“I do.” She said and waltzed away from him to the nightstand between the beds. Opening the drawer, she took out an orange box and tossed it to him. “Any other reservations, doc?” Before he could answer, she reached to her own shoulder, plucked the bow there, and untied the strap.
“Yeah, I want to do that.” He said to her uncertainly. Was he really going to do this? It seemed like a dream. Maybe that’s what it was. Maybe he left the bar at some point, stumbled home, turned on the computer for a little Internet porn, and fallen asleep. That had to be it. Things like this just didn’t happen to him. The woman in the white dress with the shoulder length red hair and limpid green eyes sauntered over to him, her hips rocking back and forth with her shoulders and sucking on her bottom lip as she gazed at him.
“Go ahead…doc.” She teased in a soft inviting whisper.
The warmth of her skin and the feel of the cool cotton strap in his hand let him know this was no dream. He gave the string a tug and it untied and fell away from her tanned shoulder. “I’m not gonna have to pay for this, am I?”
“No, doc.” She reached out with her slender hands to run them along his chest and feel the heart that beneath his skin was chugging away at a rapid pace. She pushed him down onto the bed behind him. “No…strings,” she let the untied laces of her dress slip through her fingers before she ran her hands over the bodice of the white dress letting her hands stop and caress her own breasts as she pulled the top down.
Those were very nice. Pert and Perky just the way he liked them. Hard pink nipples winked at him seemingly begging him to touch. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Vincent Stephenson swallowed hard and felt that tingling rush pulse through him.
“What do you want, doc? How do you like it?” She whispered in that sultry voice.
Oh, he liked the way she said ‘doc’, yes he did, it was turning him on beyond belief. How many times a day did some say that to him? ‘Hey, doc?’ ‘What’s goin’ on, doc?’ He didn’t know but it never knew it could sound that good.
“Shy, doc? Don’t you want to examine me?”
“Every inch,” Vincent replied and put his hands on those hips so enticingly rocking from side to side hypnotizing him along with the sound of her voice. Those slender hips came a little closer and then those pert and perky breasts were dangling before his blue eyes. “Aren’t you even going to tell me your name?”
The woman in front of him let out a sight of light annoyance as she tilted his face upward away from her breasts and to her eyes. “Is it important?”
“No.” Did he say ‘no’? Yes, he did. This just had to be a dream.
She shimmied out of the dress.
Damn, she was beautiful in the moonlight on this sultry night.
No sores, no abrasions, no track marks, no…
Oh Christ! Shut up !
Nope, nothing but firm tanned skin and luscious curves.
“I didn’t think so,” she whispered and then covered his lips with her own the passionate heat of her naked body filling the small space between them.
Soft, warm, moist, lip to lip and that lightly rushing tingle that had so been delighting his spine exploded through him in a wave of heat. Kissing him with small pecks at first, she put one knee on the bed at his side. Lips lingering longer, her hand ran through his gray h air and she pulled him closer to kiss him deeper as she planted the standing knee on the other side of him. Soft supple breasts pressed to his lightly haired chest and her tongue exploring his tonsils she pushed him the rest of the way down onto the bed.
Those lips moved from his to his neck where her tongue ran along that sensitive area just behind and below his left ear as though she had always been his lover and always knew the things that turned him on the most. Teeth lightly took in his earlobe as her breath brushed hot against the nape of his neck, one hand running along his shoulder and the other still entwined in his hair. The little nymph he was with tonight began kissing, sucking, licking and nibbling her way down his torso, inch by torturously pleasurable inch. A heavy bead of sweat broke out on his forehead when she slithered her way down the flat of his stomach and unbuttoned his jeans with her teeth only to take the zipper down the same way. Her hungry green eyes gazed up at him promising much delight.
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