Author Topic: Jenny Foshia Center for Excellence in Creative Writing (Read 6774 times)

JFoshia · « **Reply #75 on:** October 03, 2015, 12:23:45 am »

Excerpt from Invested Pleasures

He watched as she took a sip of the white and almost groaned when he watched her tongue dart out to catch the drop of liquid at the corner of her mouth. “It was pretty busy. I had to reschedule a few of your appointments this week because Jones wanted a longer meeting. He promised that he would make it worth your time. I finished entering the numbers for the meeting yesterday right before I left to meet you here. How was your 12 o’clock?”

He leaned forward with his elbows on the table and lowered his voice so only she could hear, “We both know, Lena, that we are not here to discuss business. How about we have our order delivered to the room I reserved and head there now?”

She lowered her eyelids, fanning her long, dark lashes across her cheeks and then nodded her head.

He signaled for the waiter to inform him that they were moving to their room and would like their food to be delivered there.

“Absolutely, sir! I will let the kitchen know about your plans. Would you like for me to arrange for more wine to arrive with your lunch?”

“That would be fine, thank you.” When the waiter left their table, he stood up and walked around to pull out Lena’s chair.

He grabbed her hand and all but dragged her to the elevators. He needed to get her in bed and he needed to do that soon. It had been a couple of days since their last meeting and if he didn’t get her to the room soon he would explode.

It was amazing that his ardor for her never ceased to phase out. With each meeting like this, he left wanting more. Yes, they were both married, but that didn’t stop him from wanting her every single day. She had long, toned legs that met perfectly rounded hips. Her ass was firm and he loved to grab it when she was riding him. It drove him crazy waiting for the elevator to reach their floor; he wanted to crush her luscious lips, devour them, with his own.

The elevator dinged and the doors slowly opened to the hallway. He reached for her hand and she walked along beside him to their door. He quickly unlocked the door and pulled her inside. He pushed her up against the door and did exactly what he had been waiting to do; he kissed her, wrapping her hair in his hands and yanking gently to tilt her head up, giving him access to her smooth neck.

“I have been dying to do that all morning and afternoon,” he panted when he finally let up on the kiss.

She smiled up at him, “And I have been waiting for you to do that.” She pulled him back down and kissed him again, tangling her fingers in his hair.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her to him, grinding his hard **** against her pelvic area.

She pulled away. “I think we should take this to the bed.” She said as she sauntered into the room, teasing him with the sway of her hips and undressing as she went.

She turned to face him when she unclipped her black lace bra, letting it drop to the floor and freeing her gorgeous breasts.

“Well, what are you waiting for Mr. Carmichael?” she asked as she continued her torturous striptease. He moaned when she turned, showing her cute little ass as she bent over to remove her thong.

“Nothing, Lena…nothing,” he answered her and stripped himself of his clothing and meeting her on the bed.

He rolled her onto her back and lay on top of her, smoothing her hair away from her face before kissing her again in a heated kiss. He hungrily drank from her mouth, dipping his tongue in to taste her sweetness. It was a hard, take no prisoners kiss. They played swordfight with their tongues, moving them against one another in an erotic dance that caused him to harden more painfully. He pulled away from her mouth to kiss down her neck to her breasts. He flicked his tongue across one pert nipple while his fingers pinched the other. She let out an enticing moan and arched into his mouth and hand. He opened his mouth and took her nipple into his mouth; sucking, nibbling and blowing on each one in turn. He knew she loved this foreplay, she always had.

She moved her hands to his hair, pulling his face in closer to her when he began to move down the curve of her tight abs, further to the juncture between her thighs; his treasure.

“Oh God Mr. Carmichael, don’t stop…” she moaned out as she continued to writhe with his ministrations.

“Oh, believe me Lena; I do not intend to stop until I have filled you up.” He said before diving in to feast on her core. He stroked her clit in long, slow licks, circling it with the tip of his tongue before starting again at the entrance of her channel and then making another journey back up. After a few more times of this he paused at her nub, taking it into his mouth and sucking and massaging it with his tongue as he filled her moist hole with his finger; working in and out, mimicking the motion that his shaft would soon be making.

“Yes, yes, just like that. Oh God that feels good….oh God! Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stoooop…” she moaned as she rode his finger.

He kept up his assault and within a few minutes he felt the familiar tightening of her vaginal walls, signaling her impending finish. He sped up his finger, pumping even faster and sucking even harder on her clit and didn’t slow down until she reached her climax.

“Oh God, I’m coming!” she screamed as she arched off the bed and ground her **** into his mouth. He moved his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, drinking the sweet juices that flowed out of her channel.

When she lay back on the bed, he looked up and met her eyes. “That was amazing Lena. It gets better every time we do this.”

She smiled, “Yes, and now it is your turn Mr. Carmichael,” she said as she sat up onto her knees. He stood at the foot of the bed and moaned as she wrapped her soft hands around his ****. She took one long lick, “Are you ready Mr. Carmichael?” she asked as took another lick on the other side.

“God yes, Lena. I am more than ready.” He answered her.

She laughed as she bent down and sucked his tight balls into her wet mouth.

“God Lena! That feels so damn good.”

She let up on the sucking and placed open-mouthed kisses along his inner thighs before making her way back to his shaft. She circled the tip with her tongue a couple of times before taking it into her mouth, applying just enough suction to drive him crazy. She pulled away and then sucked him in again, taking his entire **** into her mouth. He groaned when he felt the tip hit the back of her throat.

“God Lena, you…are…amazing…” he panted. She was the only woman he knew that was able to take all of him in her mouth. It was one of the things he enjoyed the most about their encounters.

She worked him a little longer before he pushed her away and tossed her back on the bed.

“No more of that Lena. I need to be inside you. Now.”

“Then fill me up Mr. Carmichael.”

And he did. He plunged into her tight, wet channel and began pumping in and out. He worked her long strokes and followed by quick ones, alternating the motions to bring on their mutual release.

He crushed his mouth to hers in a hard kiss, and matched his tongue movements to the rhythm his dick was making. Soon he felt her body stiffen; he continued to pump her until he felt her walls squeeze around him, “Oh my God! I’m coming!” she screamed as he felt his own release burst forth, “Me too!” he said and he felt his hot cum shoot into her channel. He continued to move in and out of her as they rode out the waves of their climax.

“That was amazing, Lena.” He told her as he kissed the tip of her nose before plopping down beside her on the bed to catch his breath.

“Yes it was,” she gasped.

He stared at her, her face glistening with sweat and her hair soaked, evidence of their satisfying sexual encounter.

“Are you heading back to the office or home to Marcus?” he asked her.

“I am going to head home to get ready for the dinner that I planned on making for Marcus tonight. I am making his favorite; Chicken Piccata.”

“I’m sure he will love it.” He said.

She looked at him and smiled, “He always does.” Then she left the bed and started to get dressed.

She walked back over to him and gave him a kiss, “I’ll see you tomorrow. Tell Mrs. Carmichael I said hi.” Then she left the room.

He just sat there, on the bed, and gave himself time to recoup before getting dressed and heading back to the office. He had a few more things to finish up before heading home to his wife.

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