{Alessandra & Xavier} Stolen moments in the dark

Now that I’m back to being Bree, I decided it was only right to share some of what I’ve been writing recently.  As is so often the case with me, this story involves pregnancy… of the very unexpected type.

Times three.

I will share more of the background of the actual story in another post, but for now, I officially introduce you to Alessandra and Xavier.



Holding her breath, Alessandra lay perfectly still. It was 3.23am and she’d awoken but the lack of cries coming through the baby monitor suggested she’d woken of her own accord. Another minute passed without the slightest sound from Sloane’s room and Alessandra deemed it safe to try and get back to sleep.

She rolled in toward Xavier and rested her hand on his belly, giggling quietly to herself when he let out a mumbled sigh of pleasure. Absentmindedly she began stroking her fingers back and forth along the trail of hair beneath his belly button, and found that rather than become sleepy, she only seemed to wake more.

No thought went into it as she moved her hand lower, another unconscious sigh of pleasure escaping from Xavier as her fingertips brushed against the base of his penis.

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Red & Black ball pt. 2

…  and here is part two!  I hope you’re enjoying the story so far.

Did you miss the lead up?  Catch up on part one right here!


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“That was close” Giovanna giggled as she and Dylan walked from the ballroom and down the hall toward the little group of offices in the function centre her parents owned.
“You talking about your mum, or the fact I almost came in my pants?” Dylan joked.
“Both,” Giovanna replied, taking the keys from her handbag and unlocking the door to office 4c.
“You are a wicked, wicked woman,” Dylan growled as she pushed the door open, and pulled him inside.
“And it’s why you love me,” Giovanna said with a wink. Dylan nodded in agreement.

After double-checking the door was locked Giovanna dropped her handbag and stalked toward Dylan.

“Now then, sir, I believe we have some business to attend to,” Giovanna purred taking the suit jacket from his hand and placing it on the empty desk.
“I think you’re right,” Dylan groaned as she undid his pants and pushed them down.

The couch they were standing in front of would be the perfect place for her to ride him, Giovanna thought as she dropped to her knees and began slowly peeling his boxers down. Why not take the time to tease him some more?

She could push him back onto the couch and use her hand, she thought. Yes, and then she could prolong it by straddling him and sandwiching his cock against her slit. Only when his cock was coated in her juices would she finally relent and give him what he wanted. Needed. Continue reading

{Flash fiction} Savannah wakes Mason up

What can I say, Savannah is having a cock hungry weekend!
(read about the first part of Savannah’s cock hungry weekend here!)



Savannah dropped the bags of shopping on the table and called out to Mason. “Baby, I’m home.” She expected a reply but the house was silent.

His car was still in the garage so he hadn’t gone out and she wondered where he was. Walking down the hall, she thought she’d find him in their bedroom, but nope, no sexy man to be found there. She went back down the hall and into the lounge, thinking perhaps he was asleep on the couch, but once again, no Mason. The french doors leading out to the backyard were open and stepping outside, Savannah grinned.

There he was. Sound asleep on a towel on the grass, having obviously spent some time in the pool while she was away. It was a stupidly hot day and she wasn’t surprised Mason had taken advantage of the new pool; in fact, she was thinking of doing the same thing. Continue reading

Nurse Masden works her magic

Taking a five minute break (okay, it has been twenty minutes so far…) from my 3000 word paper which is due in 13h45m, to share my latest attempt at flash fiction.

The story doesn’t need much of an introducion; Erica – Nurse Masden – gets home from a long day at work only to find her ‘services’ are required urgently by her fiancé, Scott.


Opening the door Erica was hit by delicious smells coming from the kitchen. When Scott had told her he was going to cook dinner she had expected she would get home and be greeted with a selection of takeaway menus, needless to say she was thoroughly impressed!

“Welcome home Nurse Masden.” Scott gave her a grin and handed her a glass of what she knew, without even tasting it, was her favourite chardonnay.

“Why thank you kind sir.” Erica smiled sweetly as she got onto her tip toes and kissed him softly on the lips.

“I know you’ve had a big week so I thought I’d treat you to a proper meal tonight.”

“It smells beautiful,” she replied, her mouth watering as she recognised what she was smelling was Thai Green Curry, her favourite.

“Even made my own curry paste.” Scott sounded proud of himself, and with reason – she never went to the extent of making her own curry paste when she cooked Indian!

“Clever man.” Erica kissed him again and followed him into the kitchen.

“I might go and get changed,” Erica announced after they had been speaking for a couple of minutes. She couldn’t think of anything better than getting out of her uniform and into some more comfortable clothes, then spending the night relaxing with her sex-god of a fiance.

“No!” Scott exclaimed and looked at her with doe eyes that made her laugh. “I cut my finger, Nurse Masden,” he pouted and held his left hand up, showing that he had indeed cut his finger.

“Aw, my poor darling,” Erica said soothingly and gently brought his hand up to her mouth and kissed the tip of the band-aided finger.

Scott stepped in, effectively pinning her against the kitchen island. She couldn’t help but notice his finger really didn’t seem to be bothering him and, in fact, it was another part of his body that appeared to be throbbing and swelling.

“I think I need some very special care, Nurse Masden.” Scott’s voice was husky and seemed to hit her right between the legs.

“You do, do you?” Erica moved her hands beneath the hem of his t-shirt and began grazing her nails up and down his belly.

“I think I do,” Scott confirmed, his voice breaking as she dipped her fingertips beneath the waistband of his trackpants and boxers, eventually adding, “the special care of a very naughty nurse wearing very naughty heels.”

She shouldn’t have been surprised really; Scott’s one weakness was her in stiletto heels, for whatever reason it turned him into a whimpering, horny, sex fiend.

Erica’s sister’s wedding was coming up and to break in her bridesmaid shoes she had worn them to work that morning, switching to her regular shoes for her shift, and putting the fire engine red stilettos back on for the short walk home that evening. Suddenly she had a feeling Scott had been impatiently waiting all day for her to get home so he could have his wicked way with her, and she decided it was probably a good thing she’d been none the wiser! The day would have seemed unbearably long if she had!

“Do you have any pain?” Erica asked in her nursiest voice.

“A little,” Scott replied and grunted when Erica swiped the tip of his cock with her thumb. “There,” he informed her, “there is a lot of throbbing in that general region.”

“That’s no good,” Erica said sympathetically and began running her fingers softly back and forth over the head, which, as he had stated, was throbbing.

“Can you fix it?” Scott asked, feigning concern.

“It will be… hard… but yes, I can fix it,” Erica looked into his eyes as she took him into her hand and gave him a firm squeeze.

“G-good,” Scott stumbled over the word, his eyes rolling back in his head as she squeezed him again.

Removing her hand from his pants Erica pushed Scott until his back was against the pantry door then looked up at him from beneath her eyelashes and put on her best serious face. “I need a closer look.”

Before she had even dropped to her knees Scott’s breathing had become deeper and Erica had to fight to stop a smirk from showing on her face; she loved having the ability to turn him into a throbbing, panting mess in the space of a few seconds!

Scott moved to pull down his trackpants but Erica smacked his hand away, looking up at him and wagging her finger in a ‘no you don’t’ motion. He gave her an apologetic look and put his hands behind his back.

“That’s better.”

His breath audibly hitched as she put her fingers inside the waistband of his pants and boxers again, and made a point of pulling them down incredibly slowly. Erica wanted to prolong their little role-playing scenario, but knew time was of the essence, she didn’t want all his hard work with dinner to go to waste! That and now they were into their little game, she wanted it just as much as Scott did.

Again she took his cock in her hand but this time rather than gripping it she moved her head forward and ran her tongue over the swollen head. Scott gasped and when Erica licked him again he let out a quiet groan, a groan that got louder as she licked him for a third time. Her plan was to tease him with her tongue for a while longer, but now she had a taste for him, she needed more, a lot more.

The moment her lips made contact with his cock, Erica knew there was going to be no teasing that night. She took him into her mouth and as she sucked him in deeper the hornier she became. His cock might have been throbbing in her mouth, but there was also a deep throb between her legs, accompanied by the sensation of her pussy becoming increasingly wet with need.

Scott felt thick and swollen in her mouth and as she started moving his cock in and out of her mouth he groaned loudly and his hand clamped down on the back of her head. Usually Erica varied the level of suction when she was giving him a blowjob, but that night she was overtaken by a hunger for him that was so immense she was sucking him hard from the word go.

They soon found a rhythm, Scott’s hips moving against her face, allowing her to take him as deep into her throat as she could. Deep-throating, it was a skill she was rather proud of, and that Scott was particularly fond of, but it wasn’t exactly something she could boast about on her CV or at one of the almost unbearably awkward family dinners she was expected to sit through three or four times a year!

Erica used her tongue to make sure she was massaging the underside of his cock and could feel the large vein pulsating as she moved her tongue; that, coupled with the precum she could taste in the back of her throat told her Scott was close to coming, and she knew she had to make a decision quickly. Did she suck him off until he spurted cum down her throat, or stop so she could feel that thick cock making contact with the back of her pussy while he fucked her hard and fast then released his load inside her?

She badly wanted to taste his cum, to feel his cock lurching in her mouth as he came, but at the same time her pussy was clenching so tightly it was almost uncomfortable and the idea of him stretching her open and slamming inside was almost too much to handle.

It wasn’t a conscious decision she made, but moments later her mouth had freed his cock and even as she stood up she was pulling her skirt and panties down. Scott marched her backward and by the time she was back against the kitchen island she was naked from the waist down, whimpering, desperately needing to feel Scott inside her.

Scott put his hands on her hips and lifted her onto the island. In one smooth movement Erica’s legs went around his waist and he pushed inside her, both of them crying out with pleasure when the tip of his cock hit the back of her pussy.

“I think– ” she moaned as Scott started moving harder against her, “this might h-help–” another moan tore from her throat when he pulled her forward at the hips and at the same time thrust his own hips harder, “that throb,” she finally managed to get the sentence out, no small accomplishment considering the sensations bombarding her.

“It is.” Scott’s words were grunted and followed instantly by a growly groan as Erica tilted her hips upward a little more and the change in position meant he could hit even harder.

No more words were possible, their loud moans, groans and cries filling the kitchen as they pawed at each other hungrily. Erica was digging her nails into the back of Scott’s neck and was well aware it probably hurt, but she had to do it to try and ground herself, to try and fight the orgasm that was threatening to burst free.

Erica somehow managed to hold the orgasm at bay, and then Scott bit down on her neck and she knew she was a goner! She screamed as she came undone around him and her orgasm tore through her body… the contractions deep inside her pussy kept going and going, and going, and going and didn’t peter off until she reached the point the room had started spinning. As she was coming down Scott let out a loud, guttural groan and slammed inside her one final time, his cock buried to the hilt, his teeth clamped down on her neck as he rode out his orgasm.

When he went slack against her Erica started to giggle and put her arms around his neck, enjoying the tickly feeling of Scott’s breath against her neck as they both attempted to get control over their breathing.

“The throb is gone,” Scott whispered and Erica laughed.

“What about your finger? Is that better?” she asked and Scott nodded against her neck.

“You really do have magic powers, Nurse Masden,” Scott announced

“That will be confirmed when I do my re-assessment at bedtime,” Erica told him, somehow managing to use a professional nurse-ish tone.

“You should just wear the shoes for the re-assessment,” Scott looked at her and gave her the naughtiest little grin she had ever seen. She could only nod in agreement. The man spoke sense – it made sense to break her shoes in a little more!

Mason’s midnight snack

Putting it simply, it has been far too long since I posted anything substantial on here.  Life is stupidly busy and my fiction writing motivation seems to have been cancelled out by that glorious thing called academic writing.

While I get my butt into gear and write something new, I thought I’d share another excerpt from the Savannah and Mason story; it’s pretty straight forward and doesn’t need an introduction, so I shall leave you to read!



A quick glance at the digital clock on Savannah’s bedside table announced it was 3.42am. Mason yawned and was hit by the realisation he was alone in the bed. Had she left? No, wait, they were at her house, she couldn’t have left. Perhaps she’d gone into a spare bedroom to sleep? Did she already regret what had happened between them?

Needing a drink of water, Mason got out of bed and walked down the hall to the kitchen. The sight that confronted him was one that was both amusing and arousing; Savannah – wearing his t-shirt – was sitting on the island in the middle of the kitchen, devouring a piece of cold pizza. He stood in the doorway watching her for slightly longer than was appropriate, but couldn’t help it, she looked beautiful.

Her hair was a tousled mess, his t-shirt was a few sizes too big for and she was swinging her legs back and forth, somehow managing to hum a tune while eating.

“I hope you’ve left some for me.” Mason startled her and when she was over the shock she held out a piece for him.

“If you hurry up.”

“Really should have eaten more before we went to bed,” he commented and Savannah scoffed.

“Face it, we’re lucky we managed to have a couple of pieces each!”

“You’re probably right,” Mason agreed and she winked at him.

“I am always right!” she said smugly.

“Modest as well,” he teased.

Savannah nodded. “So very modest.”

“You weren’t very modest earlier,” he joked, trying to gauge how she was feeling about the fact that, as strangers, they’d had sex in a public toilet.

“Hey, we didn’t fuck in the open, give me some credit,” she laughed.

They were silent as they ate, but when he’d finished his piece of pizza he decided that rather than worry about how she felt, he’d just flat out ask her.

“When I woke up and you weren’t in bed I thought you must have been having some pretty major regrets and would be curled up in the spare bed, planning on staying there until I scampered away,” Mason said it light-heartedly, but they both knew there was also a large element of seriousness to what he said.

“The only thing I regret,” Savannah started then put her hand around his wrist and pulled him so he was standing right in front of her, before continuing, “is that we didn’t eat more before we went to the bedroom, because then I would still be in bed with you.”

It seemed he had his answer. “As long as you’re sure, because I can bugger off if you want me to.”

“I mean it,” she declared, wrapping her long legs around his waist.

“That’s a dangerous move,” he warned, feeling flustered as she shuffled closer to the edge of the island, bringing his cock into contact with her pussy. Being tall; it was a blessing and a curse.

“What if I like danger?” Savannah cheekily asked and Mason laughed.

“Let me guess, danger is your middle name?” he asked before playfully biting her neck, loving the way she groaned and tightened her grip on his waist.

“Savannah Danger? That’s just silly,” she chastised, giving him another of her smug grins.

Mason wiped that very grin off her face with a passion-fuelled kiss; suddenly the joking atmosphere was gone, replaced by a sexual one, leaving him with no doubt what he had to do the beautiful woman whose legs were still strangling his waist.

He pried her legs from around him and she pouted, and made to get off the counter, but he stopped her. It wasn’t his words that stopped her either, it was the act of him putting a hand on each of her knees and spreading her legs open seconds before dropping to his knees, glad to find that his hunch had been correct; on his knees he was at the perfect height to indulge in a little oral delight.

Savannah whimpered when he spread the swollen lips of her pussy and as he pressed the flat of his tongue against her hole she whimpered again, her legs moving over his shoulders, allowing him closer contact with her wetness.

It was with long, slow laps of his tongue that he began tasting her; she tasted heavenly on his tongue and her scent was intoxicating. Mason inhaled deeply and groaned against her pussy. His cock was responding, pulsating in such a way that made him wonder if perhaps he would cum through the enjoyment of eating her pussy alone.

There was no doubt in his mind Savannah was enjoying what he was doing, her hand was clamped down on the top of his head and she was pulling his mouth against her; not only that, her moans sounded animalistic and raw, the moans of someone who was quickly getting carried away.

Mason moved his hands to her hips and pulled her more firmly against his mouth, the result being loud shrieks from Savannah, loud shrieks and trembling thighs. He could feel the muscles in her body going taut at the same time she fisted his hair in her hands and attempted to pull him closer. The pain caused by her pulling on his hair only spurred him on and he began licking her pussy with more conviction, thrusting his tongue into her hole before licking up to her clit and moving his tongue back and forth.

He quickly learnt Savannah’s reactions were strongest when his tongue was probing at her hole so decided to stop teasing and focus on making her cum.

The loud, long groan she made when he moved his tongue in circles around her swollen hole made his cock lurch and throb to the point of discomfort. As delicious as she tasted, as much fun as he was having tormenting her with his tongue, he needed to feel her cunt gripping at his cock, needed to feel the heat of her encompassing him. More than anything, what he needed was for her come undone around him, for the iron grip of her pussy to trigger yet another explosive orgasm.

Mason’s face was buried in Savannah’s pussy, she was extremely wet against his tongue and that made his need to be inside her even stronger. Her hips began furiously bucking at his face and the loud groany moany screams she was making told him her orgasm was very close to hitting. With one final effort he pulled her against his mouth and pressed his tongue inside her.

Savannah screamed loudly and with his tongue he could feel her pussy spasming wildly as she rode out her orgasm, his head tightly clamped between her thighs.

Then she was still and silent and as Mason resurfaced he could see she was lying back on the counter with a goofy grin.

“I had to do that,” Mason attempted to sound apologetic, but he knew she wasn’t fooled.

“As you can tell I hated it,” Savannah said through laboured breaths.

“I’m going to take you back to bed now,” he informed her and scooped her up from where she was lying. She giggled in his arms.

“Just as well you’re strong enough to carry me, there is no way I could walk,” she commented, her head resting against his shoulder, arms around his neck.

Olivia & Annalise: Request For Leave

I haven’t published a story on Smashwords in a long time so thought it was about time I got onto it.

This morning I published my latest short story ‘Request For Love’; though it is a standalone at the moment, I am developing ideas to make it a series, much like my Georgia & Zoe one.

I will post a link to the (free!) download on Smashwords, but will also post the story here.

‘Request For Leave’ on Smashwords

Request For Leave



Flight NZ232 from Wellington has landed at gate 23.

Seconds after the announcement came over the loud speaker Olivia heard her text message tone ring out; she grinned as she took the cellphone from her handbag, knowing full well who the text would be from.

I’m back! How long until we can be naked and I can finally touch you?

The content of the message was as predictable as the identity of the sender had been, and Olivia couldn’t wait to get Annalise home and do just that – though she had doubts they would be able to wait until they had made it that far.

I’m sure we can find a spare toilet cubicle somewhere,’ Olivia sent her reply and could imagine Annalise biting her lip in that sexy way she did as she read the suggestive text message.

Five days they had been apart and while it wasn’t technically a long period of time, for the two of them it felt like a lifetime. In the ten years they had been together they had only spent the occasional night apart, when one or the other was on a business trip, and those nights were few and far between. Olivia had been devastated when her leave request had been denied, but could hardly complain. Her boss had been very accomodating of her monthly request to work away from the office for a few days, so both she and Annalise could fly to Auckland and visit their sperm donor during Annalise’s fertile window.

Don’t even joke about that,’ came Annalise’s swift reply.

Olivia’s heart started racing when the first passengers from flight NZ232 began to come in through gate 23. Her eyes were glued to the arrivals, impatiently awaiting the first glimpse of the curvaceous woman she couldn’t wait to get naked with and welcome home by lapping greedily at her pussy.

Every night while Annalise was away they’d had phone sex, but the orgasms which resulted from those calls were never as satisfying as the ones when the two women were in bed together. Or the

shower. Or the dining room table. Or the car. Anywhere, really.

Tears prickled in Olivia’s eyes when Annalise finally came into her line of sight. The woman looked simply delicious; a black pencil skirt showed off her hips and shapely thighs, while the red wraparound top accentuated the breasts Olivia couldn’t wait to get her hands – or mouth – on.

Rather than being annoyed by the looks Annalise was getting from men in the terminal, Olivia felt proud; that sexy, beautiful, goddess of a woman was all hers. Hers!

Annalise and Olivia ran toward each other, their arms wide open, everyone else in the surrounding terminal fading away by the time they lunged into each other’s arms. Olivia whimpered happily and forgot anyone else existed as she and Annalise finally kissed.

In the short time apart Olivia had forgotten how plump and soft Annalise’s lips were, how it made her tingle when their tongues brushed together, how a surge of want and need spread through her body the moment they touched. The way Annalise moaned softly against her mouth made Olivia’s breath hitch and her clit throb… how on earth was she supposed to wait until they were home to start catching up on lost (naked) time?

“Get me home now,” Annalise ordered, sounding just as frustrated and aroused as Olivia felt.

“Your wish, my command,” Olivia replied, fighting the urge to kiss her wife again, knowing that if she did she wouldn’t be able to control herself.

“I missed you so much,” Annalise told her, squeezing her hand tightly as they quickly walked toward the baggage claim area.

“I missed you more,” Olivia countered and they giggled as they power-walked to get Annalise’s suitcase.

“You mind watching out for my bag while I race to the toilet? Annalise asked, Olivia nodded and winked at her wife.

“Here, take this with you. Open it when you’re in there,” Olivia instructed, handing Annalise a small gift-wrapped box which she eyed curiously before turning and walking in the direction of the bathroom.

Olivia could hardly contain her excitement as she watched Annalise heading toward the bathroom… things were about to get fun!



It took a lot of restraint but Annalise held off opening the gift from Olivia until she was had finished on the toilet and washed her hands; she tore the wrapping paper off but the plain black box hidden beneath gave nothing away. She took the lid off the box and gasped. Inside was a wearable wireless bullet they had been thinking about buying for a while. The remote wasn’t in the box and Annalise suspected Olivia had it. The accompanying note confirmed her suspicions.

Thought this might make the trip home a little more enjoyable…

Love you xxx

Just the thought of what Olivia could do with that remote made Annalise crave her touch even more. Prior to leaving the hotel that morning she had masturbated to try get the level of sexual frustration she was feeling down to one that she could handle until she got home. Fat lot of good that had done; there was no way she could possibly last until they got home, not when Olivia had the power to tease her without even touching her.

Annalise snuck back into the cubicle and fought hard to stifle a moan as she pressed her naughty little gift into her sopping wet vagina. The bullet wasn’t doing anything yet, but already the walls of her pussy were clenching around it, as if begging it to start vibrating. She didn’t bother putting her panties back on and felt decidedly wicked walking from the bathroom with her lacy black panties in her handbag.

Looking toward the luggage carousel she couldn’t see Olivia anywhere so turned toward the exit and found her wife waiting patiently with her green suitcase… and a devious grin on her face.

As she approached, Annalise suddenly stopped in her tracks when she felt vibrations start inside her pussy. Olivia gave her an innocent look and the vibrations stopped. She resumed walking and the vibrations started again, this time a touch stronger than they had been to start with. The walls of her vagina tightened around the bullet as dull waves of pleasure began to course through her.

“Stop that,” Annalise whispered and shot Olivia a pained look as the vibrations increased again, before stopping altogether.

“Ever so sorry.” Oliva didn’t sound very apologetic!

“Just wait ’til I get you into that car of ours, I will make you pay,” Annalise promised, deciding she could be the one to do a little teasing of her own.

“Oh, babe, did I not tell you? I decided to get a taxi here, you know how I hate the traffic at this time of day, in this part of town,” Olivia said with a straight face.

Annalise glared at her wife, who, it had to be said, looked smug and victorious. Not only would she be unable to tease Olivia, she wouldn’t be able to make the slightest sound of pleasure on the journey home, not without arousing the suspicion of the taxi driver.

“Well played, wife,” Annalise conceded as they stopped at the nearest available taxi.

“You’re welcome,” Olivia said overly-politely, flashing her a sexy smile seconds before saying hello to the taxi driver.

Annalise got in the back of the taxi and wasn’t at all surprised when Olivia got in the front seat; she wouldn’t even be able to make eye contact with Olivia while the sneaky woman was teasing her! The taxi-driver, an older man by the name of Ned, guided the taxi from the carpark and onto the main road, while talking to Olivia about his newest grandaughter. Annalise usually disliked chatty taxi drivers but that day she didn’t mind, perhaps Livvie would forget about teasing her altogether?

No such luck.

The vibrations started out dull – it felt good – but wasn’t enough to require her to bite back any sort of verbal response. Just when she had been lured into a false sense of security, thinking she could easily cope with the stimulation until she got home, the vibration level switched up a couple of notches. It was enough to make her toes curl and alter her breathing slightly, but didn’t put her at risk of making any embarrassing pleasure-filled noises.

It wasn’t so much the case with the next increase in vibration level, causing her breath to hitch and her pussy to tighten around Olivia’s very thoughtful, sexy gift. The intensity of the vibrations made Annalise’s hips start moving; she tried to keep them still, attempted to fight the pleasure welling between her legs, but it was impossible.

The small circles of her hips grew tighter as Annalise became more aroused, the vibrations deep inside her pussy being aided by the mental images developing in her head; images of Olivia’s fingers buried inside her, images of being tied up and at the mercy of Olivia, images of Olivia teasing her with one of their numerous sex toys.

Annalise’s clit was throbbing and she knew the throb wouldn’t stop unless either she or Olivia started rubbing it. When the vibrations intensified again Annalise considered whether or not she could risk touching herself, she had a jacket in her carry-on, perhaps she could put that over her lap and have a sneaky little self-love session.

No. That wasn’t an option. For starters, it wasn’t a self-induced orgasm she so badly needed, it was an Olivia-induced orgasm, and then there was the fact it was impossible for her to be quiet when she came, something that would either result in the taxi driver ringing the cops, or doing something pervy like asking to watch.

Gripping onto the inside door handle Annalise tried to stop responding to the pulsing vibrations, but her thighs were tightening and her pelvis was starting to arch upward. Her breathing was coming shallow and fast, and Annalise knew if it continued too long she would pass out, but it was either breathe like that, or moan like she needed to – and as with masturbating – moaning wasn’t an option.

It wasn’t until Annalise tasted blood in her mouth she realised she had been biting her lip. Correction, not biting; her teeth were clamped down tightly on it, so tightly she’d drawn blood. When she let go of her lip a moan came very close to escaping and Annalise wondered how on earth she was going to survive the rest of the journey.

Pussy juice coated the top of her thighs and Annalise was suddenly very self-conscious about just how aroused she was. What if the taxi driver could smell it? Olivia always commented on the exquisite smell of her wetness, she loved that it turned Olivia on, but the thought of the taxi driver being able to smell it didn’t appeal in the slightest.

Annalise’s breathing sped up again and she was very aware of how tightly her pussy was gripping the bullet. The throb in her clit was becoming uncomfortable and she felt panicked – she knew she was about to cum – more to the point, she knew she wouldn’t be able to do so quietly.

And then the bullet was still. Olivia had timed it perfectly, taking her as close to the peak as she could possibly be without cumming, stopping a split second before her body let go and a mighty orgasm was triggered.

“We will be home soon, baby,” Olivia said innocently from the front seat.

“Glad to hear it,” Annalise replied through gritted teeth.

“I know how badly you want to get home,” Olivia replied soothingly.

“Always nice to get home after a holiday.” Ned added to the conversation.

“It certainly is, Ned!” Olivia agreed and it was only then she turned around and gave Annalise a particularly devillish smile which she returned with a flustered scowl.

When the taxi finally turned onto their street the vibrations started again. She’d always said Olivia could play her like a musical instrument, but Annalise had no idea she had the power to get her so incredibly close to orgasm without even touching her, without even looking at her.

The vibrations were dull and stayed that way, much to Annalise’s relief. When they finally made it home and the driver stopped in the driveway she stepped out of the taxi and turned to look at Olivia, who gave her a smug wink before walking to the back of the car to get the suitcase from the trunk. The vibration level increased as the trunk slammed shut, increasing again when Ned got in the car and began reversing out of the driveway, and again as they walked toward the front door.

While Olivia fumbled with the lock the vibration intensified yet again and by the time she finally opened the door and Annalise stepped inside, she had started moaning.

“You are evil,” Annalise said through repeated moans.

“I wanted you in the mood when we got home, that’s all,” Olivia giggled and pressed Annalise up against the now closed door.

“I was in the mood before I even got on the plane!” Annalise exclaimed, groaning when rather than replying, Olivia began kissing her.

The kiss was full of the overwhelming hunger that had built up over the five days they had been apart. Olivia’s arms snaked around her and she felt her wraparound shirt come loose, seconds later Olivia had it pulled open and was ravenously tugging on Annalise’s nipples through the fine lace of her red bra.

“Oh God,” her moan coincided with Olivia pulling the cup of Annalise’s bra down and taking one of the pointy nipples in her mouth. Olivia suckled hard before switching to the other nipple and all Annalise could do to anchor herself was dig her nails into Olivia’s shoulder, squeezing tightly as Olivia sucked harder.

The sucking sensation encompassing her nipple directly communicated with her clit and as it started throbbing painfully Annalise found herself pushing Olivia down. She needed to feel her wife’s tongue sliding between her swollen labia, she needed to feel the tip of her tongue probing at her hole, the flat of her tongue making long laps up and down her slit, before finally settling on her clit.

Olivia, no longer in teasing mode, it seemed, got to her knees and in one swift movement pulled Annalise’s skirt down, before pulling her down to the ground even as she stepped out of it. Annalise didn’t care they were in the middle of the entry way to their house, that the tiles were hard and cold, that a comfortable king-size bed was up the stairs to their left.

“You have no idea how much I have missed this.” Olivia’s voice shuddered as she moved between Annalise’s legs and settled with her mouth mere millimeters away from her wife’s throbbing, wet pussy.

The vibrations intensified once more and Annalise cried out as she felt her wife’s warm fingers run up and down her slit, crying out even louder when she used those warm fingers to spread her lips apart.

“I love you, Leesy.” As Olivia uttered the words Annalise could feel her warm breath against her pussy, sending shock waves throughout her body, making her groan in a mixture of pleasure and impatience.

“I love you t-” Annalise’s proclamation was cut short by the sensation of the flat of Olivia’s tongue running slowly from her hole to her clit and back again.

Speaking became impossible. While Olivia’s tongue worked her pussy Annalise let out a jumble of constant moans, groans, cries, and gasps of pleasure. It felt divine to have her wife’s tongue on her pussy again, but in amongst all the pleasure Annalise felt a little sad, sad because she knew it was going to be over very, very soon.

Reading Annalise’s body language like the pro that she was, Oliva quickly moved the sole attention of her tongue to Annalise’s clitoris, moving it back and forth varying the pressure but keeping the speed fast and constant.

Annalise’s hand soon found its way to the back of Olivia’s head and she applied a little pressure, creating more friction between tongue and clit. Her hips were bucking against Olivia’s face and the fingers of her spare hand had busied themselves with one of her nipples. Between the tongue-clit friction and the nipple squeezing, Annalise’s orgasm was building at a fast rate and she knew she wouldn’t be able to keep it at bay much longer.

Olivia’s tongue started moving even faster and that final increase of tongue speed was all it took to finally send Annalise spiralling, tumbling over the edge, screaming loud and long as her orgasm slammed into her. Wave after wave, after wave, after wave, it came and didn’t seem to want to peter off. When it finally did Annalise found it hard to focus her eyes on anything, in fact, she found it hard to remember where she was, who she was, what she was doing, what had just happened to her.

Then everything went black.

A few seconds later colour came back into the world, but Annalise felt as if she had been hit by a Mack truck. She did notice, however, the vibration had stopped and her pussy felt rather empty… obviously Olivia had taken the bullet out while she was in her sex coma.

“You killed me,” Annalise whispered hoarsely as Olivia snuggled up to her and very gently kissed her on the neck.

“My pleasure,” Olivia replied, her voice also a whisper.

“Mine actually,” Annalise’s giggle came out more like a croak.

“I love you, you gorgeous, sex-dead woman,” Olivia smiled softly at her and their lips lightly brushed together.

Annalise whimpered against Olivia’s mouth when their tongues touched and she got a taste of herself on Olivia. She had always enjoyed their first kiss after Olivia had gone down on her, she found it incredibly sexy to taste herself… it was such an intimate experience and for whatever reason it made her feel even closer to Livvie.

“I could do this all day,” Annalise remarked, stroking Olivia’s wavy red hair.

“Me too baby, me too,” Olivia said and the two shared another gentle, loving kiss.

“We should get up to bed,” Annalise suggested and Olivia chuckled.

“I think we should, these tiles aren’t the most comfortable snuggling surface in the world,” Olivia sat up and helped Annalise to a sitting position.

“I have wanted to be naked with you since the second the plane took off the other day,” Annalise sighed, happy she would finally be able to do that. “I hated waking up without you next to me,” she added, smiling sadly.

“It was horrible not having a nice warm wifey body to press up against when I woke up in the middle of the night,” Olivia sighed, then shook her head and smiled. “But you’re back now and I am sure tonight I’ll sleep better than I have in a long time.”

The two women held hands as they made their way upstairs and into their bedroom. Annalise sighed with relief when she saw their bed. She was home. Finally. Back where she belonged, with her Olivia.

While Annalise got in the bed Olivia slipped out of her jeans and underwear; the second she joined Annalise in bed the two women moved straight into each other’s arms, sighing in unison as their warm bodies made contact. Everything was right in the world again.



Olivia smiled happily against Annalise’s shoulder as they held each other. Yes, it had been a relief to finally taste her wife, to finally hear the scream of pleasure she’d missed so much, but it was equally nice – if not nicer – to be lying in bed with her, simply enjoying one another’s presence.

She hadn’t let on to Annalise just how hard it had been to not be with her on the trip to Auckland, and it was so nice to finally have her back.

Everyone they knew was very supportive of them and their decision to try for a baby, but what people didn’t seem to understand was why they put themselves through the monthly drama of having to travel to another city for five days. Why couldn’t they just get a local donor? The question had been asked multiple times, and until they eventually got pregnant, it would continue to be asked.

The reason was simple really. Their extremely good friend – Jeff – lived in Auckland, and while he didn’t want to have any children of his own, he had given them a very heartfelt speech about what it would mean to him to help her and Annalise start a family. They hadn’t really needed to talk it over, both had agreed it felt right to have Jeff as the donor, particularly because he was more than open to the idea of being their donor for consecutive children, something that was especially important to them.

Now that Annalise was back, the impatient wait would begin, the glorious ‘two week wait’ as it was known. Over-analysing potential pregnancy symptoms was something they’d become quickly skilled at and though every cycle they decided they would ‘just relax’ that never happened. From nine days after Annalise had ovulated they would cave into the urge to do a pregnancy test, usually each day. Just in case. The repeated negative tests had started to unsettle both of them and prior to leaving a few days earlier, Annalise had broken down in tears and suggested there was something wrong with her and that was why she wasn’t pregnant yet.

It was such an up and down time, but Olivia knew it would be worth it when they were finally holding their baby in their arms. When. They had been making a conscious effort to say ‘when’ rather than ‘if’, hoping that positive thinking would magically make conception happen.

“What do you think of the name Harper? For a girl?” Annalise asked and Olivia smiled internally, not surprised they’d both been thinking about whether this time would be the lucky time.

“I like it, but I prefer Harlow,” Olivia replied, entwining her fingers with Annalise’s.

“You do realise that because we don’t really like any boys names, we will have a boy.” Annalise rolled her eyes and Olivia giggled.

“Or twin boys,” Olivia couldn’t resist teasing.

“It was so hard to resist buying things when I met up with Carol at the mall and went to the baby store with her,” Annalise spoke of another of their friends in Auckland, who was six weeks off giving birth.

“I bet she has a big belly now,” Olivia commented, and Annalise nodded.

“All I could think of when I looked at her was that one day that will be me,” Annalise admitted.

“I can’t wait until you’re big and fat and pregnant,” Olivia said dreamily. “You are going to look so damn sexy with a big baby bump.”

“Well I’m already looking forward to seeing you with a bump,” Annalise said shyly. They had agreed that because Annalise was two years older than Olivia, she would carry their first baby and Olivia would carry their second.

Annalise cupped Olivia’s face in her hands and smiled adoringly at her. Olivia couldn’t resist kissing the gorgeous woman she was lucky enough to be married to, and felt a little embarrassed when a whimper escaped her lips. There they were, having a deep and meaningful conversation, a discussion about their future, and suddenly all she wanted was to get hot and sweaty with her wife.

“I’ve missed that sound,” Annalise whispered and initiated another kiss, elliciting a second whimper from Olivia.

The whimper turned into a moan when Annalise started rubbing the tip of one of Olivia’s nipples. “I’ve also missed these.” Her finger lost contact with the nipple but was replaced by her tongue, making Olivia moan and shudder as Annalise licked her nipple with a featherlight touch.

Licking soon made way for sucking and as Annalise’s hand began travelling down her body, Olivia instinctively rolled onto her back, spreading her legs, inviting Annalise’s touch. Fingers grazed incredibly lightly over the triangle of hair between Olivia’s legs, and thought it was probably a matter of thirty seconds, it felt like a lifetime before they finally touched her wet flesh.

Olivia felt as if she was being scorched by Annalise’s fingers, in a way that made her want more, need more. Olivia had no control over the moans and groans she was making, but the more Annalise touched her, the louder she became and the more she moved her hips. By the time she finally felt a fingertip at her hole Olivia was writhing around, gasping and moaning, trying to catch her breath.

Ever so slowly Annalise slipped a finger inside Olivia’s wet heat, both women groaning at the welcome intrusion; it felt so good to finally have her wife’s magical fingers inside her. She had all but stopped putting her own fingers inside her on the odd occasion she masturbated, because nothing she did could feel as good as having Annalise’s skilled fingers buried deep inside.

“I missed the way you feel,” Annalise whispered as she shuffled closer and without missing a beat, slipped a second finger inside Olivia.

“I missed-” Olivia groaned, “this as well.”

“Remember that time I had my whole hand inside you?” Annalise’s words had the direct effect of making Olivia’s pussy contract tightly around her fingers.

“Bitch,” Olivia said breathlessly.

“At your service,” Annalise winked, adding a third finger to her pussy at the same time her thumb found Olivia’s swollen clitoris.

Olivia groaned gutturally as Annalise began rubbing her clitoris in a circular motion. The contact was light but sent sparks of arousal throughout her body and Olivia began clawing at the headboard behind her; it was either that or claw the hell out of Annalise’s back.

Annalise pushed her fingers deeper and Olivia made a noise that was part moan, part scream; Annalises’s fingers were now rubbing constantly back and forth over a very sensitive spot deep inside her pussy, and Olivia began panting as she was overwhelmed by the repeated stimulation. She didn’t want it to stop and cried out loudly when Annalise began rubbing harder, knowing exactly where and how to touch to turn Olivia into a wet, swollen mess.

It was a natural response to start moving her hips against Annalise’s hand, the added friction this caused on Olivia’s clit made her toes curl as she fought to keep her orgasm hitting. Not yet, she wasn’t ready.

She didn’t really have any say in that though, and when Annalise began moving her fingers harder and applying more pressure to her clit, Olivia could tell Annalise was ready to feel her fall apart around her fingers.

Olivia was determined to hold her orgasm back, to make the immense pleasure last, but Annalise knew her body too well, and resumed sucking on one of Olivia’s nipples. The combination of Annalise’s firm sucking action, the force of her fingers against that spot, and the pressure she was using on her clit caused Olivia’s orgasm to surge forward.

The pressure built inside her pussy until suddenly, boom! Olivia roared as her orgasm hit, all of her senses going into overdrive as she was overcome by Annalise’s blissful manipulation of her body.

She felt boneless afterward. Her orgasm peaked and waned, and left her lying on her back feeling as if she was a pool of jelly. Even the simplest of body movements, such as wiggling her fingers and toes were impossible, she couldn’t even muster up the strength to look into Annalise’s deep green eyes; it was as if her own eyes were glued shut.

“I love you,” Annalise whispered softly and Olivia smiled in response.

“Love you too,” she mumbled, hating that she was falling asleep so soon after getting Annalise home, but the influx of feel-good hormones triggered by her orgasm had her losing the battle to stay awake.

Olivia was aware of Annalise’s lips brushing against hers, and then of her wife resting her head against her shoulder and melting into her. A mixture of the much-needed orgasm and sleep being seconds away had apparently rendered her mute, so rather than telling Annalise how happy she was to have her home, she instead sighed contentedly and finally gave in to sleep.

Two weeks later

After what had been a hellish day of meetings and presentations, Olivia finally took the time to have a well-deserved and much-needed break. It was already 3.45pm and she had been working non-stop since 8am; she was starving, not to mention exhausted and all she wanted to do was get home and blob out on the couch with Annalise.

She took out her phone and sent a text message to Annalise ‘On my break, will be home around 7, sorry I have been so quiet, it’s been bloody crazy around here today. I miss you, hope your day has been good,’ then began demolishing her late lunch. Whilst eating she mentally altered the plan for when she got home, adding ‘eat a bunch of crappy snack food’ to the list.

Her cellphone message tone rang out and Olivia’s heart began racing when she saw it was from Annalise. The past couple of days she had been cramping a lot and they were waiting for her period to arrive and she knew in all likelihood the text message would include the words ‘stupid period arrived’, or something similar. It would be a huge downer, but at least it meant in a couple of weeks time they would be able to spend a few days together in Auckland, perhaps they’d book in to a fancy hotel and spend the whole time getting pampered.

Well, getting pampered and visiting Jeff – gifting him with a sterile syringe – five days in a row. It was no longer an awkward process, in fact it was a routine they had down to a fine art. She and Annalise would arrive and have a coffee with Jeff, who would then excuse himself and go upstairs, returning soon after with a syringe containing the other half of the make-a-baby equation. He would then go for a walk, leaving the women alone to complete the procedure… in other words leaving them alone so Olivia could inseminate Annalise and make her orgasm.

Before she went home she’d stop and get flowers for Leesy – gerberas, her favourites – it wouldn’t take away from the disappointment of the negative pregnancy test and her period arriving, but it would at least go some way toward making her smile.

Taking a deep breath she tapped on the screen to read the text message.

The next sound Olivia made was an excited screamy-squealy-gaspy sound; the message was actually a picture, and it was the most beautiful picture she’d ever seen.

It was a pregnancy test which, rather than having the usual single line of pink, had two bright, beautiful lines.

Two lines. Pregnant.

Annalise was pregnant! They were pregnant! They were going to be parents!

She immediately dialed Annalise’s number and when she picked up both women were crying and laughing.

“I guess you better go and cancel that leave request!” Annalise sobbed happily.

Mason and Savannah get better acquainted

The last excerpt I posted on my blog was about Savannah and Mason; they met at a concert and not too long after were getting it on in the public toilets at the concert arena.  It wasn’t just a case of ‘wham bam thank you ma’am’, the two then went back to her house under the premise of having dinner…

We join Savannah and Mason in her lounge, eating pizza and having a beer…



“So what do you do for work?” Mason asked.

“I work at PageTurners,” Savannah told him.

“The book store?” he asked and she nodded.

“The one and only.” Savannah waited for him to give her a look that suggested he thought it was a stupid job, but the look never came.

“You obviously enjoy books,” he smiled, looking at the numerous bookcases which filled her lounge room.

“I do,” she replied, adding, “I studied English at university, much to my grandma’s disapproval. She always told me I’d never get a good paying job out of it and of course she was right, but I do okay for myself, and a bookstore is my idea of heaven.”

“Good to do what makes you happy,” he commented and she couldn’t agree more with him.

“So what do you do?” she turned the tables on him.

Mason looked at his watch and gave her a nervous smile. “If you let me turn the TV on, I can show you.”

Savannah handed him the remote and looked curiously at him. “Get onto it, you’ve got me wondering now!”

Mason turned the TV on and flicked to one of the many sport channels. A rugby league game was 20 minutes in and she rolled her eyes.

“If you wanted to watch the game, you could have just said,” Savannah told him and he laughed.

“I don’t need to watch it,” Mason replied.

“Why did you put it on then?” she laughed, noticing the smug look on his face.

“You’ll see,” came his response.

Savannah kept her eyes on the screen, wondering why he wanted to watch a game he’d already seen, more to the point, why it would shed any light on his job.

Suddenly the answer was extremely clear. There, on the field, looking all sweaty and muddy, and just plain ol’ sexy, was Mason.

“You! That’s you!” Savannah exclaimed.

“Guilty as charged,” Mason chuckled.

“You play league?” She did a good job of stating the obvious.

“I do indeed.” He was still chuckling.

“And like, proper league? Like… you get paid to do it? For a proper team?” She must have sounded like a complete idiot!

“Yeah this is my third season,” he replied with a shy smile.

Not only had she met an incredibly attractive man, he was a professional sportsman, the type of man most of her friends fantasised about being with. Of her group of friends she was the only one who didn’t really give a damn about sport, yet there she was, sharing a pizza post sex-in-public with a professional league player.

“You want another beer?” she asked and Mason nodded.


Savannah stood up, stopping when Mason caught her hand.

“Actually, I will give the beer a miss, there is something else I want.” he pulled her gently toward him and seconds later she was straddling his lap.

“Good choice,” she whispered, biting her lip when she felt his hands move to her waist.

Mason pulled her closer and captured her lips with his own. Savannah didn’t hold back and kissed him with the passion that had steadily been building inside her As his hands slowly slid down to her hips and their tongues brushed together, she started moving against him. Between her legs was an unmistakable hardness, causing her to groan against his mouth when she imagined his pants and boxers weren’t between them and his cock could slip inside her.

Her pussy clenched as she remembered how it felt to have Mason’s cock inside her, so thick and hard, striking all the sensitive spots hidden within. There had been so much power behind each of his thrusts and knowing what he did for a living, it made sense. His job required him to be physically big, to be strong, he probably didn’t know how to be anything but powerful!

Mason’s lips moved along her jaw and down her neck until he was lightly biting along her shoulders. Every bite left her feeling increasingly aroused, left her pussy slightly wetter, her frustration level a bit higher. It was impossible not to moan, and when he started biting harder her moans turned into cries which grew louder as he continued teasing her with his teeth.

The feeling of his hands against the bare skin of her back made her whimper with frustration. She needed to be touched properly, she needed to be naked with him, to feel his fingers everywhere, to feel his tongue everywhere, to feel him everywhere.

“If you don’t have another condom in your wallet we should get to my bedroom right now.” Savannah tugged on his earlobe with her teeth when she was done whispering.

Mason didn’t reply. Instead he stood up with her in his arms and started walking toward the lounge door leading to the hallway.

“End of the hall,” Savannah whispered and tugged on his earlobe again, loving the way it caused him to dig his fingers into her ass. Another tug of his earlobe ellicited a groan from him, a groan which triggered a spasm deep inside her cunt and her fingers to dig into the back of his neck.

Finally they made it into her room and as Mason lay Savannah down on the bed a thrill of excitement tore through her. Her legs stayed locked around his waist and when he fell down on top of her she let out a loud moan, the feeling of his body weight making her want him even more.

They kissed hungrily, hands all over each other, hips grinding together, both of them quickly becoming breathless. Savannah didn’t want the kiss to stop, but before things could go any further she needed the condoms out of her bedside cabinet; there was also the small matter of them needing to be naked.

“We can slow down if you want,” Mason whispered, looking into her eyes with caution.

Savannah giggled. “Slowing down is the last thing I want,” she told him, moving her legs so they were around his thighs and arching her hips into him, to prove her point.

“If you change your mind-” she cut Mason off with a deep kiss, her hands slipping inside the back of his jeans, raking her nails up the cheeks of his ass.

Mason made a noise that was caught between a moan and a gasp, causing Savannah to grin against his mouth. He reared up on his knees and she captured the clasp of his belt between her fingers, trying to control herself as she undid it; it was so tempting to undo his pants, take his cock in her hand and give him a handjob, but that wasn’t how she wanted it to be. Not that time anyway!

Pulling down his zipper, Savannah made sure her fingers rubbed teasingly against his cock, earning another moan-gasp from Mason. He pulled his t-shirt off and she had a hard time not gawping at the sight before her. It seemed his tattoos went further than his full sleeves, his chest, belly and one side of his ribs were covered in ink. Had they not been already about to have sex, she was sure she would have torn off her clothes and beg him to fuck her.

Tattoos, one of her major weaknesses when it came to men. Mason seemed to feed a lot of her weaknesses, big arms, big chest, beautiful eyes, devillish grin, and now on top of all that, tattoos adorning most of his body from the waist up.

“You really should get out of those pants,” Savannah suggested when she came out of her little tattoo-induced haze.

“As long as you get out of all of your clothes,” Mason winked as he moved off her and pushed his jeans down, then put a hand on his boxers.

“Let me,” Savannah insisted, sitting up and scrambling to the edge of the bed.

Her fingers curled into the waistband of his boxers and she slowly pulled them down, letting out a happy, yet impatient sigh when his cock was freed. The sight of his cock was a welcome one, but at the same time her desparate need to have him inside her grew even more; patience was a virtue, everyone knew that… it just happened to be a virtue she didn’t have!

Mason stepped out of his boxers but rather than standing up to take her own clothes off, Savannah pulled him forward at the hips until he was close enough she could lick the tip of his cock. The way he shuddered as she licked him again caused her to deviate from her original plan; rather than licking him once or twice on the tip, before moving things along, she began licking the length of his cock before taking him in her mouth and sucking him.

His fingers fisted in her hair and he made no attempt to be silent; the deep groans spurred her on, and as she took more of him in her mouth she wondered if perhaps she would finish him off when he was still in her mouth. She was by no means against blowjobs, in fact, she quite enjoyed giving them, so long as the gesture was reciprocated.

The decision was made for her, however, when Mason pulled back, his cock wet with her saliva, visibly throbbing and lurching.

“I need to get you naked,” he offered as an explanation and pulled her to her feet.

Quickly her skirt pooled at her feet and she knew she could push him down on the bed and have him inside her within a matter of seconds… if it weren’t for the necessity of a condom. Mason cupped her hips and slowly moved his hands up her sides, moving her tshirt up at the same time until she raised her arms and he helped her out of it. The t-shirt joined her skirt in a puddle at her feet, as did her bra, which he made very quick work of.

Before she even considered touching him, Savannah moved around to her side of the bed and took the box of condoms from the top drawer of her bedside table. “Might need these.”

“I hope that box is full,” Mason said and she laughed.

“More than enough to get us through a night,” she replied, biting her lip as Mason took the box of condoms from her hand and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close for a surprisingly gentle kiss.

Savannah could feel his hardness pressing against her belly and as much as she enjoyed the gentle, sweet kiss, she badly needed more and with that in mind broke off the kiss and pushed him down onto the bed. Mason chuckled as Savannah took the condoms back from his hand and took out one of the foil packets.

“You just lie back,” Savannah said innocently, opening the foil packet and carefully taking out the condom.

“If you insist,” Mason sighed dramatically, and as she rolled the condom down his considerable length his eyes widened. “Jesus-fucking-Christ!”

Savannah whimpered when Mason caught her wrist and pulled her on top of him, his hands moving to her nipples, rubbing them lightly as she moved up his thighs until she was finally positioned with her pussy above his cock.

Before taking him inside she needed to kiss him; the moment their tongues tangled she couldn’t wait any longer and slowly slid down his cock, groaning against his mouth when he filled her to the hilt. Considering how swollen she still was from the first time they’d had sex, he felt huge inside her and even the slightest movement of her hips caused intense friction against the walls of her cunt.

Mason’s hands locked down on her hips and the harder he pulled her against him, the harder she found it to try and take things slow. Their first time had been so rushed – and with good reason – and she wanted their second time to be different, but he felt too damn good inside her, and what she really wanted was to ride him hard and fast, rough even; so that’s what she did.

Savannah began rocking faster against him and while it felt good, it wasn’t quite satisfying her. She needed more resistance, to be able to really grind against him and give her clit the friction she knew it needed. Gripping on to the headboard gave her that added resistance, the sensations coursing through her body amplified by Mason’s mouth and fingers, the new position giving him perfect access to her boobs.

The harder she moved against him, the harder he sucked on one nipple and squeezed the other. He switched back and forward between the two nipples – sucking one, then the other, squeezing one, then the other – each change causing the hot throb deep inside her pussy to grow, until she felt as if she was on fire.

Although her moans and cries were drowning out Mason’s sounds of pleasure, she could tell he was enjoying it just as much as she was, particularly when she spread her legs further and took him even deeper inside.

She felt a hot ache in her lower back, which spread quickly into her abdomen and down into her pussy. Frantically, she ground her hips against him, moving so fast sweat was forming on her forehead, the burn no longer contained to her pussy; her entire body felt ablaze.

Mason released the nipple from between his fingers and moved his hand back to her hips. Savannah shrieked when he pulled her down and suddenly there was more friction between them; he pulled her down even harder and she could feel her orgasm starting in her toes, spreading up her legs before bursting into her pussy.

A loud scream announced the arrival of her orgasm, her hips bucking furiously as she rode the waves slamming through her. Everything felt tight and hot, ultra-sensitive, and by god it felt spectacular! When her orgasm eventually began to wane the tight, hot feeling was replaced by one of her bones and muscles melting away, her brain turning to jelly as she collapsed on top of him.

It was only when she registered how relaxed Mason felt beneath her that she realised that he had also cum; just as well too, because there was no way she could even consider moving her hips to help him reach his peak!