saltiness.
“Ah, fuck, Josie,” Tobias said, his voice lowering into a moan as he sank down onto the couch. Josie followed his movements, taking him into her mouth slowly. She ran her tongue up and down the length of him, enjoying the velvety feel of his skin, the taste and heat. She quickly figured out that she would not be able to take all of him in her mouth-he was simply too big. But she wrapped her hand around the base of his erection and slowly rubbed him up and down as she sucked and licked his cock, swiping her tongue along the sensitive head with every upward movement.
Tobias reached out and began playing with her breasts, and Josie moved around so that she could manage to tease him with her mouth and still give him access to her. She moaned into his flesh as he rolled her nipples between his fingers, sending little shocks of electric pleasure throughout her body.
He tasted so good, she thought, taking in as much of him as she possibly could. She could feel the tension in his thighs as he fought down the instinct to thrust up into her mouth; glancing up, she saw his head tilted back to his shoulders, his eyes closed and his bottom lip caught between his teeth. It gave her a sense of power, the obvious pleasure he was feeling.
Just as her jaw was beginning to get sore, Tobias reached out and pulled her up, bringing her face close to his and kissing her deeply. He lifted her up onto his lap and Josie straddled him, holding herself up over his hard cock, letting her hands roam all over his body. His hands fell to her hips and he pressed down, moving their bodies as close as possible.
One hand moved away from the crest of her hip and she felt his erection sliding between the folds of her pussy, teasing her. “I want you,” Tobias murmured, pushing down on her hip with his other hand as he guided himself against her slit. Josie cried out as he penetrated her, the size of him momentarily robbing her of speech- leaving her breathless with the sensation of being filled. He bucked his hips, driving himself up deep inside of her.
Josie rested her forehead against his broad shoulder and rocked her hips slowly, getting used to the feeling of his hot, hard cock. She heard herself panting harshly, felt her muscles yielding to his cock as he moved in counterpoint. His hands left her hips and cupped her breasts again, and she leaned back, letting him bring each breast in turn to his mouth.
He sucked and lapped at her nipples, caressing the incredibly sensitive underside of her breasts as he thrust up into her slowly, taking his time. Josie heard the moans leaving her throat as if they weren’t her voice at all; she tried to focus, but Tobias’ touch made it impossible for her to form coherent thoughts. She began moving more quickly, riding Tobias’ hard cock, hearing the needy little moans that left her lips. Tobias pulled her in for a deep kiss, spreading his legs slightly to give him the ability to thrust even more deeply into her.
In a matter of moment, Josie could feel her arousal building towards climax, could feel the way her muscles flexed and released Tobias with every thrust becoming more erratic. Tobias’ hand slipped between their bodies and Josie cried out as he pressed his thumb up against her clit, rubbing it firmly as he speared her over and over again.
He buried his face against her breasts, kissing her everywhere her skin came close enough, controlling the pace of her movements with one strong hand on her waist. “Oh, Tobias,” she murmured, throwing her head back and gripping his shoulders as she rode him. She could feel little thrills of pleasure running along the nerves in her legs, her thighs twitching from the unexpected pleasure.
Finally, after an agony of the arousal building up in her body, she cried out, clamping down on Tobias with her hands and the muscles in her pussy, rolling her hips to get the best contact with his fingers against her clit as she came.
Tobias crushed her body against his and pressed his face against her neck, moaning out loud as he followed her into orgasm. She felt the warmth spread through her as he shot load after load, his whole body shuddering, his arms locked around her as he held on as if for life itself.
Suddenly he relaxed, breathing heavily and pulling her down with him to lie lengthwise on the couch. Josie slowly caught her breath, her whole body still shaking from the power of the orgasm. Somehow in their movement, Tobias was still inside of her, his cock twitching with after-shocks of his climax. He found his voice first.
“Next question,” he said in a low drawl, his hands already wandering over her body, thoughtfully exploring her curves. “Can we do that again in like, ten minutes?” Josie laughed out loud.
“Anytime you want.”
Taming Jane
by Monica Austin
Losing cell service was the last straw. Jane had been in the middle of a call with Zoe, that inept monkey that masqueraded as an assistant, trying to get confirmation on her meeting — in what was that podunk town called? Merken? Merton? When the call dropped and NO SERVICE blinked across the screen, Jane growled and flung the Blackberry. It hit the opposite window with a clunk and popped onto the lush, carpeted floor of the sedan.
She considered grinding the phone with her heel, but let it lie there. One broken Manolo Blahnik was enough for the day. Jane looked down at her less-than-satisfactory replacement shoes and grimaced remembering the pleased look on Zoe’s face when she’d come in with the shoe box containing the $19.99 bargain-basement heels. Well, at least they matched her suit. Thank God the girl wasn’t colorblind as well as stupid.
What else could go wrong today? The deal on the Grant Street high-rise had fallen through after months of negotiations, the market had taken another dip and she’d lost a considerable sum, and Jasper was on her ass about the quarterly reports. She’d ruined her favorite pair of shoes on that stupid grate in the parking garage, and the morning staff meeting was long and boring and unproductive. On top of all of that, her regular driver, Curtis, was out sick. He was never sick! She depended on him. He was respectful and did his job.
Jane looked over the seat at the broad shoulders of Curtis’ replacement for the day. He glanced in the rearview mirror just then and caught her eye. Jane huffed out a sigh and looked away.
“Everything all right, ma’am?” the driver said.
Jane glared at the back of the driver’s head. “Don’t call me ma’am” Couldn’t he see she was far too young to be called ma’am?
“I apologize,” he said. He turned his head slightly and nodded. “I’m — Mr. Darcy.”
Jane’s head snapped in his direction. From where she sat, she could see the driver’s chiseled profile. She thought she saw the twitch of a smile on his lips. “What did you say?” she asked.
“I’m Mr. Darcy,” he repeated. “At your service.' Missus?”
“It’s Ms.” Jane said, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. “Ms. Barnard.”
Without the distraction of the cell phone, Jane noticed the way Mr. Darcy’s dark hair curled at the nape of his neck and the smell of his cologne — something woody, like cedar or sandalwood, with a sharp, smoky edge. To her surprise, she became aware of a warmth in the pit of her belly, and dampness between her legs. She breathed in sharply.
Mr. Darcy looked into the rearview again, meeting her eyes. She blushed. His eyes were deep brown, flecked with gold. Jane bent over quickly, embarrassed, and swept the cell phone up off the floor. She made a production of brushing it off, pressing buttons.
“It’s not going to work,” Mr. Darcy said.
“Excuse me?” Jane knit her brows together in a look she hoped was ferocious. The same look had worked on her staff just that morning, silencing them all. Mr. Darcy just smiled in an infuriating way into the mirror.
“No cell service between Camden Lake and Merton,” he said. “Not much out here but a few vacation cabins.”
“How do you know that?” Jane demanded.
“Used to go fishing up this way with my Grandpa when I was a kid.”
“Well, how long until we get to Merton?” Jane twisted on the leather seat, her silk panties riding up into the
