her, surrounding her clit, sucking, licking, biting. Shanna moaned, getting caught up in the moment, then reeled, pulling herself up and back.
She jumped from the table, facing Dean and pointing at him. His face was wet with her honey. “You have tried to bewitch me!” she accused. “You are not so innocent after all!”
Dean just smiled, his eyes glittering.
“For that you will pay!” Shanna hissed, and with that slid down, straddling his hips, she opened her legs affording him another fine look at her wet, shining flower. She slowly slid the glass wand inside herself, warming and wetting it.
“Now, I will show you some of my — magic, “ she said. “The magic of pleasure — and pain.” She flipped around, her back to him and impaled herself on his glorious cock. Then she leaned over and teased his balls with her fingernails, causing Dean to shiver with pleasure. Suddenly, the tip of the glass wand was at the opening of his ass. It was warm from her pussy, and wet.
She inserted it just a little, and Dean gasped. Shanna chuckled and slowly inserted the wand a bit further, slowly fucking him with the wand until he began to moan, his cock growing amazingly harder inside her. She pleasured him with the wand, the slick, hot glass moving in and out of him. When his breathing became ragged, she pulled it from him, stopping all movement until he calmed.
She began rocking furiously, using him shamelessly for her own pleasure. It was as if he was nothing more than that, a cock, an implement to be used. She ignored his groans of delight, his labored breathing, she simply rode on him, his thick shaft sliding in and out of her, altering tempo and depth as she desired.
Beneath her furious fucking, Dean was immobile, tied to the table, unable to even buck beneath her to meet her as she pushed herself on him, for when he moved his hips, the restraints she’d tied so tightly bit painfully into his wrists.
She came down upon him again and again, until finally her hot, wet pussy began to clench and throb in the throes of orgasm and she made one final thrust, pushing herself down tightly on him, and he cried out, his own cock stiffening even more, quivering, spurting, their honey mixing together and spilling, wetting them both.
***
Shanna woke late. The morning sun was shining through the open windows, and outside the sound of birdsong sweetened the air. She stretched beneath the soft sheets, smiling at the pleasant, after-sex ache in her muscles. She reached over, running her hand over the empty side of the bed where Dean had slept. She missed him already. It was unbelievable how much things had changed for the better between them in such a short time.
She had to pat herself on the back for thinking of the little word game. She slipped a silk robe over her nude form and padded to the kitchen, the smell of coffee enticing and heady. Dean had already left for work.
She sighed a little, wishing he’d woken her after their night of passion, for a goodbye kiss. Ah, well, she thought, there’s certainly enough time for that tonight! She smiled, thinking how exciting the recent encounters with Dean had been. Certainly a change for the better. She wondered how long it could last.
Entering the kitchen, she spied a familiar white envelope leaning up against a clean coffee cup near the coffee maker. Smiling, she picked it up and slit it open. Inside was a white card that read: BLINDFOLD, HONEY, LEATHER.
Riding the Wave
by Andrea Dunn
What a wonderful feeling, she thought to herself as she started to come out of an unintended nap. She’d caught herself in the most erotic dream-her husband of one day slowly teasing her clit with his tongue. It was so real she could almost feel his hot breath on her.
She stirred and inadvertently twisted a bit, almost as if to stretch. She felt her leg hit something hard and suddenly became alert. Through slits she could see her husband Andy, or at least the top of his head as it slowly moved over her sex.
“Careful there,” he said, only pausing momentarily, “And good morning, Ann. Or should I say, Mrs. Johansen!”
“Actually,” she said, “It is almost time for dinner, and I was having the hottest dream.”
“We have time, I think,” he said, giving her clit a loving tug with his teeth.
“But we will miss our seating for dinner, love,” she said, trying to close her legs to dissuade him.
“Cruises are in business to feed you. If we miss the seating we can get room service.”
That did it, she thought. “How about you save that thought for after our dinner,” she replied, “I want to experience every part of this ship. And I can make it worth your while, if you catch my drift.”
“Caught and caught,” he said with a sly grin. “It would be bad form to miss our first official honeymoon dinner, wouldn’t it? Though if you hadn’t fallen asleep while I was in the shower we could have had our cake and eaten it too.”
Ann smiled to herself as Andy got up and went to the small bathroom to splash some water over his face. The funny part-and Andy always made her laugh-was that he had his boxers and undershirt already on. If he had really planned on a little sex on the seven seas he’d have already been naked before he slipped his tongue over her. Men were such silly boys-easily found out for the most part.
She rolled over and off the bed, which took up almost their complete cabin outside of the little hallway which separated the closet and bathroom, both of which were equally cramped. She felt a slight pang of remorse for those who hadn’t upgraded to a ‘deluxe’ cabin as they had. As it could not be much smaller, she assumed comically that perhaps it didn’t have a bed.
As she began dressing her thoughts turned to the honeymoon. In itself it would be a great adventure. Sailing from Miami to San Juan, Nassau, and even the cruise line’s private island getaway would be a treat as Ann’s only out of the country escapade was a trip to Tijuana in college. More exciting than the destinations on their seven night cruise was what it signaled. The beginning-officially anyway-of her life with Andy.
As she saw Andy put on his dinner jacket and shoot his cuffs she wondered how many other women would give him the once over. He was surely a catch and if truth be told perhaps a bit out of her league, though Andy had always turned that around on her, and perhaps with more than a little truth.
She’d never shared it with him, but seeing other sexy women check out her man gave her more than a slight tingle down below. More than anything she trusted Andy and always would. He was coming home to her bed tonight and every night on out.
She pulled the sheer black sheath dress down and let it flow over her hips and thighs, enjoying the feel of the fabric on her smooth skin. Although she usually thought sheath dresses unflattering, this one was a bit different and didn’t bulk up over her waist. And Andy adored her in it, making her think it was a great way to start the trip.
She rooted around in her bag for the silk stockings she’d packed. Starting to put them on, she hesitated and suddenly thought they were not that stylish and definitely not that tropical given their current location.
She balled them up and tossed them in one of the side compartments of her bag, thinking the sheerness of her taught legs would work well enough. After sliding into some black pumps with a modest four inch-but wide- heel, she was ready for her first official dinner outside of the wedding reception as Andy’s bride.
As usual he was ready before her but was tactful enough to pretend to be finishing up so as not to appear to rush her. Seeing she was ready, he turned and beamed at her.
“Wow,” he sighed, “Somebody is going to be a very lucky man tonight.” He offered his arm to her as he opened the door.
“It could be you, though the jury is still out,” she replied taking his arm, but then releasing it.
“Something wrong?” he inquired.
“Yes,” she said in the most mock serious tone she could muster. “There is no way we can get out of that door together if I am on your arm.”
