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  We went back to my place for a nightcap. Ryan was as good as his word and began to massage my shoulder muscles as we sat together on the sofa.

  “Who taught you how to do that?” I asked, succumbing to the warm sensual feeling that was flowing like a river through my body.

  “Believe it or not, I learned about massage from a how-to book.”

  “I can relate to that,” I replied, grinning.

  He continued to do what he had been doing but added sweet, tender kisses to my neck.

  “Mmm, don’t stop,” I purred. He’d turned my engine on and there was no way I was going to be able to apply the brakes at this point. By the time his hands strayed lower to my breasts, I’d become a slave to my own desires. I wanted him to make love to me right then and there before this beautiful dream ended.

  Perhaps Ryan was a mind reader, because he pushed me back onto the couch, half covering my body with his as he pressed his lips to mine. The kiss tasted sweet from the wine and increased in intensity. I’d read somewhere that kisses never lie. I hoped that was the case, and Ryan must have felt something, too. As he hungrily covered my mouth with his, he crushed me to him, sending shivers of desire racing through me. Eagerly I responded to his kisses with a hunger of my own, wanting more—no, needing more. After plundering my mouth with his, he seared a path down my neck. Moments later, my lips still felt the imprint of his fiery possession.

  I threaded my restless fingers through his golden hair and stroked the back of his neck. He fondled my breasts through the thin material of my dress, arousing my passion further. His grew as well, for I felt his erection press against my thigh. At this point my head was filled with nothing but wanton thoughts of pleasure.

  His mouth sought out mine again as he reached behind my back to unzip my dress. I stood up and did it for him, allowing it to fall to the floor. As I stepped out of it, his eyes appraised me for a few beats before he scooped me up tightly into his arms. Carrying me into my bedroom, he hungrily nipped and nuzzled the tender spots of my neck.

  He dropped me onto the bed and practically tore off his shirt, not taking his eyes off me for even a second. Quickly he unzipped his slacks and kicked them off, along with his boxers.

  Before I could react to a naked Ryan in all his glory, he covered half of my body with his. My nails bit into his shoulders and back as he kissed his way down my neck. His manhood grazed my sex as he moved down my body. My desire was now in the red zone. There was no other thought in my mind but the need to make love with him.

  He kissed the rising swells of my heaving breasts, which were now billowing out from their restraints, begging to be released and touched. He teased their tight buds through the sheer silk with his lips. Hardly able to withstand such exquisite torture, my body squirmed underneath him. Deftly he opened my bra with one hand. I quickly shrugged out of it before tossing it aside.

  “They’re so beautiful,” he said as he held a breast in each hand. Bending his head, his tongue tantalized one nipple, allowing it to swell and grow hard before he nipped and tugged at it with his lips. Gripping the sheets, I arched my back as he began to feast on the other nipple. He continued to tease them until I felt myself drowning in my own love juices. The pleasure was driving me mad.

  Deciding to force the issue, I began to stroke his cock, causing him to moan. It was a low, pleasurable moan coming from somewhere deep in his throat. It definitely seemed that what was good for the goose was just as good for the gander. So much the better, for what ailed me was like an itch that only his cock could reach.

  When I continued my stroking in earnest, Ryan finally answered my telepathic prayer. He removed a condom from his wallet and rolled it on his tumescent member before giving me all his undivided attention again. He crushed my lips with his, and his tongue made urgent love to my mouth. As our kisses became more ardent and seemingly never ending, we breathed as one.

  I ran my fingers through his hair and then slipped my hands down to his back. Continuing downward, I felt every muscle, every ridge and hollow, until I reached his buttocks. His ass was hard and round. Now I knew why it filled his pants so well.

  Ryan touched me with knowledgeable hands, as if he was attuned to every pleasurable spot on my body. They continued to slowly sear a path down my stomach, until they reached the inside of my thighs. Once there, he began to explore in earnest with his fingertips. His touch was so painfully erotic that my body thrashed and jerked. My breathing had become irregular, coming out in gasps. Then Ryan repeated this sensuous path with his tongue, causing me to moan loudly. He finally ended his lust-arousing exploration by slipping first one finger, then two, into my dripping-wet pussy. I rubbed myself around them, but it wasn’t enough to clench my need. Ryan sensed this and removed them.

  Finally thrusting his cock into me, he crushed my mouth with his. Our lips and tongues assaulted each other as we began our sensual dance of love. It started out a slow one where every movement was finely tuned. Within several beats, the tempo picked up and we were rocking the bed as he gripped my buttocks, thrusting into me as far as he could. To allow him to go even deeper, I wrapped my legs around his back. He grabbed one of my breasts, caressing, pulling and squeezing its nipple until I was all but out of my mind with exquisite delight.

  My body pounded the bed as it writhed and bucked beneath him. We continued at this rapid pace until I suddenly felt one spasm after another take hold of me. “Yes! Yess! Oh, yess!” I screamed in pleasure as my orgasm racked me from head to toe, taking me to a place I’d never known. It was at that moment that I felt Ryan stiffen and reach his own climax, adding his own vocalization.

  When he was done, Ryan collapsed on top of me and we lay like that for a few minutes, giving our vitals a chance to return to normal. I gently stroked his face. He was so still that I’d thought he’d fallen asleep. It wasn’t until I felt his finger tracing the tip of my breast that I knew he was still awake. A renewed tightening in my core began to ratchet up and grow stronger with each stroke. It wasn’t long before I felt his erection growing against my thigh.

  We made love once more that night. Exhaustion put an end to our sex play. Ryan ended up staying the entire weekend. Though I’d never expected this to happen and still feared it would all end, I was learning to accept it and enjoy every precious moment we spent together. I did things with Ryan I’d never done before with any man. It was as if he’d opened the door to a brand-new world for me. I never wanted that door to close and have to leave it.

  And I never knew how devilishly exciting even a mere shower could be.

  When I’d gotten up the following morning and noticed Ryan was still asleep, I decided to take a quick shower. Right after I’d adjusted the water temperature, the curtain was quickly shoved to the side, scaring the hell out of me. It was Ryan, who hadn’t been asleep as I’d thought. He stepped into the tub behind me. When my frightened heart receded from my throat to my chest where it belonged, a different type of sensations began to take over my body.

  He grabbed the soap and my loofah and began to wash my back, giving me sexy goose bumps all over. I leaned back into him, feeling his hardness growing against me. He continued to soap my body, slowly moving toward my breasts as he nuzzled my neck. In concentric circles, he slowly traced trails of suds around my areolas, sending waves of pleasure coursing throughout my entire body.

  After a few minutes of this ever-so-sweet torture, he put the loofah down and began to rub my clit with one hand as he continued to knead one of my nipples. I turned around and drew his lips down to mine, our bodies separated only by his erection.

  He lifted me up against the wall of the shower so that I was able to balance my legs on the rim of the tub. Between the soap and my own juices, he slipped into me with ease. I buried my hands in his hair as he pumped in and out of my pussy, driving me wild. With each stroke I was transported closer and closer to detonation. I’d wanted to make the pleasure last, but soon began to convulse with the first wave of my orgasm. He practicall
y came with me at the same time. We had one final embrace under the spigot as the water washed the soap from our bodies. I’d never showered like this before, but was willing to conserve water by doing it over and over, again and again.

  I was already falling in love with Ryan. Before he left on Sunday night, we made plans to be together the following Saturday. I practically wished the week away so I could be with him again. For the first time in my entire life I was truly happy and I actually believed my future could be rosy. And why not? I could feel Ryan’s love in every kiss he gave me and each time we touched.

  * * *

  That following weekend was nearly a carbon copy of the previous one, with Ryan staying at my place again. I liked waking in his arms and knew I could get mighty used to it. In fact, since I’d met Ryan I felt like the heroine in a fairy tale who’d wakened from the terrible spell of mediocrity by the kiss of a handsome prince. I found myself doing and having things done to me I’d only heard or read about in romance novels. And now it was my life and I reveled in every moment.

  We went to an early movie and held hands like teenagers. Afterward, we stopped for dinner at a small Italian restaurant nearby. The décor was very rustic and had pictures of Italy on the dark-paneled walls. Our table, covered with a red-checkered tablecloth, was tucked in a dark corner, the candle sitting in the middle of the table providing the only light. Our waiter materialized and left a basket of bread and garlic-butter knots with our menus.

  We sat side by side, and Ryan leaned over and nuzzled my neck. “Have you any idea what you want?”

  “Um, yes.” I buttered a small bread stick and placed it in his mouth.

  “Good, because our waiter is returning.”

  We both ordered shrimp parmigiana with a fried calamari appetizer. Along with that, we decided on house salads and wine—lots of it. The waiter disappeared again for only a moment. When he reappeared, he brought our wine. He opened the bottle and poured us both a glass before going back into the kitchen.

  Sitting so close to Ryan, I felt the heat of his thigh. It turned me on. I reached over and boldly stroked his penis.

  “That feels good—don’t stop.”

  “I don’t intend to,” I said as I unzipped his slacks. Never before had I ever thought about doing such things in public, let alone be wanton enough to do them.

  Though it probably wasn’t necessary because of the tablecloth, Ryan took his napkin and covered his lap while I continued to stroke him. However, he did have a hard time disguising the look of sheer bliss on his face when the waiter returned with our salads.

  I glanced over at Ryan and he winked at me. That’s when I felt his fingers working their way up my skirt. I moved into him so he could reach me better. By the time the waiter returned with our entrées, I was in heaven. The man most likely walked away wondering if the cook put something strange in our food.

  * * *

  In the months that followed, Ryan and I grew closer and I couldn’t have been happier. I had been transformed into a person who now looked forward to the future. I was so in love with Ryan that he was all I thought about. Sometimes at work my mind would wander and I’d relive a moment we’d shared together and get so turned on that I needed to rush to the bathroom to masturbate. Sex, which had been nearly nonexistent in my vocabulary, was now foremost in my mind. Ryan’s touch had caused an almost Pavlovian response from me. Just hearing his voice on the phone triggered a tremendous smile and started my juices flowing.

  * * *

  Ryan got tickets to see Acoustic Alchemy, a jazz group, in concert. They were awesome and nearly brought down the house. We’d had an early dinner before the show and a late snack afterward at his place, which I’d never been to before, because we usually ended up at mine. As we stood in the doorway, I realized why. He wasn’t much of a housekeeper. However, I knew just the woman who could remedy that.

  After clearing off the sofa and making room on the coffee table, we shared a pepperoni pizza as we watched some old black-and-white movie. When I was with Ryan, it was hard for me to concentrate on anything but him. He could never realize what he’d done for me as a woman. He brought out what inner beauty I had hidden inside and made me whole. And I wanted the chance to show my gratitude by giving him all my love for the rest of my life. That night was merely a symptom of the feelings I had for Ryan.

  I initiated the lovemaking. Wanting to further spice up the fantastic sex we already had, I’d brought along some props. I’d done some extra reading on sex games, as well. Working in a library had its perks.

  “What are you up to?” Ryan asked, his eyes opening wide with more than just a little apprehension, I imagined, as he watched me take several silk scarves from my purse.

  “Trust me.”

  “Hmm…I’m not so sure I want to.”

  I gave him one helluva kiss, thrusting my tongue deep into his mouth as I pawed his already growing erection.

  “Will I get more of that?”

  “Much more, baby,” I purred, attaching his first wrist to the headboard with a soft handcuff that closed with Velcro and then did the same to the other.

  I tested his restraints before slowly removing his clothes. By the time I’d slid his jeans down, his manhood was at full mast. I had to smile, knowing it was all for me. However, it became more of a devilish grin as I thought about what I intended to do to him. One term came to mind: exquisite torture. Unwittingly or not, he’d done it to me, and I intended to pay him back tenfold. As I undressed to the sexy red underwear I’d gotten for this occasion, I could hardly wait to begin. His eyes were riveted to the lacy demi bra, garter belt and fishnet stockings I wore.

  I took a large feather out of my purse. Ryan’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw the feather.

  “What are you going to do with that?” he asked nervously. In that moment, he revealed one of his innermost fears to me.

  “Don’t tell me you’re ticklish,” I said as I lightly ran the feather down his chest.

  He squirmed and pulled at his restraints. “Stop! Please…don’t do that! No more…I can’t stand it…”

  “But I’m just getting started,” I said, ignoring his plight, my voice filled with laughter.

  I continued to brush the feather along his chest and up and down his arms, ignoring his pitiful sounds. It was funny and a little ironic how I could reduce a strong man to a groveling, gel-like creature with a single feather.

  “I don’t know how much more I can take…oooh, no more, baby, pul-leeze!”

  Ever so slowly down the length of his long, hairy legs I went, slowly measuring every move before I changed direction and did the same thing going back up. His eyes were closed so tightly, he looked like he was in mortal pain, and I hadn’t even reached my destination yet. Almost there, don’t rush, I counseled myself. I began to tease his rod mercilessly, making every stroke count. Poor Ryan looked as if he were dying. After several moments, I figured he’d had enough and put away the feather.

  He gave out such a huge sigh of relief that I laughed. I got on all fours and leaned over to kiss his lips. I lingered on them for a moment before kissing the hollow of his neck. Then, straddling him, I slowly planted kisses down his chest. I tongued and nipped his small, tight nipples, getting another gasp and a little squirm out of him. From there I traveled to his navel, where I let my tongue do all the work. That got a rise out of him. And he damn near connected with me. That’s when I realized I’d dropped too close to him.

  I moved my body down past his.

  “Are you finished torturing me yet? You know, there’s got to be some law against this.”

  I grinned and gave him my answer, which was to clamp my mouth around the swollen red head of his manhood and suck. Taking him into my mouth as far as I could, I slid up and down his rock-solid cock as I stroked his balls. The undisguised look of pleasure on his handsome face told me that he liked that immensely. So to reward him for being such a good sport—not that he had much choice—I continued to l
ick and suck him until he came. Not an expert in the art of giving a blow job, I tried to swallow all his cum, but of course, some of it escaped my mouth and dribbled down my chin.

  “That was beautiful, baby,” Ryan said after he’d come back down from his sexual high.

  “I’m glad you liked it and hope you’re not angry about what I did to you.”

  “Cut me loose and I’ll show you exactly how I feel.”

  I undid the Velcro straps on the handcuffs and he quickly pushed me down underneath him. For a split second, I wasn’t certain if he was angry or not. The look on his face didn’t give me a clue, but when he began to kiss me, I felt relieved. It was a passionate kiss that would have knocked my socks off—had I been wearing any. Instead, it stoked the fire that had been steadily simmering in my furnace.

  Ryan ran his tongue and hands down the length of my body through the silk of my underwear. When he got down to my thighs, he slowly undid my garters and rolled the stockings down and off one leg at a time. When my legs were bare, he ran his tongue over the tender, sensitive skin of my inner thighs, making me squirm. Even though it was damn pleasurable, I couldn’t help but think he was evening up the score. Finally he stopped and kissed my pussy through my lacy, barely-there silk thong. Lifting my buttocks, he sucked and licked me through the thin material, teasing me. I wanted to rip off that silky barrier, but he prevented me. Instead, he slipped a finger inside and stroked my clit as he continued the torture. Finally, he slipped the thong off me and removed my bra.

  He reached up and took hold of my beaded nipples, fanning them as he sank his tongue deep within me. By now I felt the first tremor of my orgasm beginning and allowed myself to be swept into the vortex of pleasure as it took over my body. I moaned loudly as my entire body pulsated with one heavenly wave of bliss after another.

  That had been a night to remember. I’d gotten up the courage to experiment and it certainly paid off. My last thought before falling asleep was where it all might lead us.

  * * *

  The following morning, persistent knocking on Ryan’s apartment door woke us.