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  “I know you will want to put your own mark on things. Whatever I have worked on in the past is to remain untouched. If you want to stretch your wings, then by all means, I give you permission to fly by the seat of your pants with new less established clientele. I have just enough time to go to the store and buy a Turkey.” She was whistling like she had something up her sleeve. She presented a rolling tray and underneath the cloche was a perfectly cooked bird with all the trimmings.

  “I made some preparations with the kitchen at this establishment. I was even able to make my grandmother’s famous potato scallop. The chef outdid himself. You’ll see what I mean when you cut into it.” I could see the glistening sheen on the skin with this crispy coating. I barely had to scratch away a small piece to see it dripping inside.

  “I get the idea there’s no reason to invite you to this intimate dinner for two.” Being alone had never been a problem for her. That was until she had somebody to miss during those special occasions.

  “Edgar should be here shortly as long as there are no problems during his travel by first class. He’ll be able to breeze through customs and avoid the unnecessary red tape courtesy of using your name.” I didn’t mind her using my influence. She was mindful to keep it to a bare minimum.

  “It looks like we both have holiday plans. I’m sure you’re already planning black Friday and how much you’re going to spend shopping until you lose the will to live.” She was tenacious like a pit bull. I pitied those to stand in the way of her and the sale.

  “I’ve already completed my black Friday ritual of getting my nails sharpened for the occasion. Edgar is going to be the first to feel it on his bare back during a moment of intense gratification. I doubt we are going to need anything to eat before we consume each other.” I hadn’t met the man but I did make a cursory check to see if she wasn’t barking up the wrong tree. He was the owner of this well respected small aircraft flying school.

  “Those papers need to be signed and in my hand by Monday.” She never hesitated to sign her name on the dotted line.

  She was ready for the big leagues. She had already proven she could take care of things in my absence.

  “We can have them filed by Monday. Barring any complications, you should be free and clear before the end of the week. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. I know it’s a broad term. You have only heard a few of the stories fit to be repeated. I plan to make good use of the special man in my life. I hope you get the answer you are seeking. I’ve always said you shouldn’t be afraid to put yourself out there.” She’d even gone so far as to get a box for the Turkey. I picked it up and it was quite heavy, but a necessary evil if I wanted to surprise her.

  “Don’t expect me to come back here regardless of the outcome. This place is yours and Edgar’s for the rest of the weekend. I suspect you’ll be making good use of these two rooms and the bathroom. I wouldn’t want to come back here with a black light at the end of the weekend.” I smiled thinking of the Jackson Pollock painting on various surfaces.

  “Edgar is going to find the gloves are coming off. I bought some necessary supplies at a sex store down the street. You should have probably thought about that before the stores closed.” I had the only instrument I was going to need. It was self-appointed as being my secret weapon.

  “I have to get going before traffic gets too heavy. The car is already waiting for me. Let’s envision together something our significant others are never going to see coming. I want us both to have a reason to have a metaphorical smoke when the dust settles.” I took the elevator downstairs and got into the black stretch limousine. The service assured me the driver was proficient and could get me there without any delay.

  The landscape whizzed by and we were pulling into her condo driveway with a nice mix of real brick and stucco within minutes. The driver must have been a race car driver in his past life, his driving was borderline reckless. I gave him a hefty tip. He had more than earned it.

  “Thank you and Happy Thanksgiving Mr. Moore.”

  There was a light on and I could smell pumpkin pie when I got out. I collected my luggage. The turkey was sitting right beside me all the way over to my final destination.

  I had a tasteful white rose lying on the box with the Turkey. There were no other cars except for this European model. I was going to have to question her on her taste in cars.

  I rang the doorbell with the sound of footsteps rushing to the door. She opened it with icing covering her nose and the smell of something burning in the distance. The billow of black smoke coming from the window confirmed the need to come bearing gifts.

  CHAPTER 13

  Erin

  I couldn’t believe my eyes. Tyler Moore at my door step. I had almost given up. I thought that I was never going to hear from him again. He was looking at me and touching my nose to taste the icing which had exploded in my face when I put the setting on the mixer too high.

  “I don’t know whether I should punch you or kiss you.” I was leaning toward the latter.

  “I thought I would surprise you. I know how this is the one year anniversary of your grandmother’s passing. I suspect you are in short supply of friends you haven’t slept with.” The turkey he had was better than the chicken legs with the burnt skin and still frozen in the middle.

  He was right about losing friends that I slept with. The “talk” with both Enrique and Frank was relatively drama-free. I met up with each of them at a local coffee shop. Enrique was more emotional than Frank just as I suspected. Enrique offered to have whatever relationship arrangement I wanted. Frank gracefully accepted my decision. At the end of each talk, I wished them well, walked away and never looked back. It was a tough but necessary decision, my recovery was far too important for me. I followed the recovery plan to the letter, I had taken my time of celibacy to rewire my brain and body, so I could be ready for the right man. Tyler’s timing couldn’t be better.

  “I’m sorry that we lost touch and maybe I was worried I was using you as a crutch.” He leaned in and I found his lips to still have the aftertaste of the sweet icing. His soft lips ignited something animalistic in me. My heart was ready and allowed my body to follow my instinct. I could finally have him!

  I ripped open his shirt, buttons flew off. He looked like a stunned animal, motionless. I used the icing on my fingers to paint circles around his nipples. I made him sigh with contentment. I actually found myself biting him to hear him yelp in discomfort and pleasure at the same time.

  “I don’t think anything more has to be said.” He walked up the stairs before me and turned with the rose in his hand.

  He began to pluck the petals off of the flower. He dropped each individual one in a trail leading down the hall to the bedroom.

  I followed mesmerized by his romantic gesture. Opening up the door, I was greeted with him lying on the bed without his shirt on.

  “I didn’t take you for the romantic sort. I think in a big way I was consciously trying to keep you at a distance. It wasn’t you. It was me.” It sounded like something someone would say when they were trying to let someone down gently.

  “Are you sure you want to do this?” His question stymied me for a moment and then I made up my mind. I was emotionally ready.

  “It has been lonely. Those two guys I mentioned haven’t darkened my doorstep since I had the talk with them. I haven’t been with anybody in over a year. I have all of these pent-up emotions ready to explode.” I pulled the sweater over my head getting my watch caught in the fabric.

  “My god could you be any cuter.” I couldn’t see him, but I could imagine the wide smile on his face.

  I finally released myself from the bonds to find him smiling from ear to ear.

  His pants were undone and I could see the faint outline of something I wanted to sink my teeth into. It was hot and looked ready to bust out of the prison of his underwear. I was going to do the honors.

  I jumped on the bed and stood there with my hands
trembling. I got down and ran my hands up his pant leg. I could feel the way he was jerking in response.

  He looked down at me expectantly.

  “I don’t know what you intend to do. Just don’t leave any permanent marks from the waist up. It would be awkward sitting with the guys in the sauna at the club.” I wasn’t even listening. The language of my sexual hunger was the only thing I heard.

  His fingers lightly played over my neck and I closed my eyes to revel in the feeling of his touch. The room was abuzz with electricity. The sound of his breathing was erratic and his wasn’t the only one. I didn’t have to say anything, but I wanted to.

  “It was hard for me to let you go. I was close to looking for you many times.” The breeze through the open window did nothing to cool the burning blaze between the sheets.

  “I do have to ask. What is that scent? I swear I know it.”

  “I was going to ask you the same thing.” His cologne was familiar.

  “You were the girl with the sleep mask on the plane.”

  “You were the guy I chased in the airport and lost. What are the odds?” I felt like we were destined to be with one another.

  “I would say somebody up there has been orchestrating this.” We kissed hotly with his hands lingering at the small of my back.

  The taste of his mouth consumed me. The way he pulled on my tongue with his teeth was sending signals down below. I took a hold of his bottom lip. The lust for each other was growing. It was hard to ignore.

  I moved to where I was at his feet. I removed his fine crafted leather shoes. I tossed them over my shoulder with a wicked gleam in my eyes. His argyle socks joined them.

  I pulled down his pants still wearing my jeans and a flimsy white bra barely staying together. He very easily reached out and clicked the clasp open with one motion. His eyes were staring at the mountains topped with cherry tips.

  He buried his head in my chest and sucked on my nipples. His tongue singed my flesh and had me grabbing onto the back of his head. I wanted him to make my body into his personal wonderland.

  “I’ve been waiting for this and I never thought it was going to happen. I certainly didn’t envision finding you ready and willing. I could have sworn I was going to have to do a lot more groveling.” He lifted his legs and I wrenched him free of his underwear.

  His 8 inch cock snapped against his stomach.

  I pushed him down and straddled his waist with my hands holding onto the back of his head.

  “I’m going to suck you deep. You won’t know what the hell is happening.” I was stroking the length of him and feeling his arousal dripping onto my hands.

  I was using it to apply like a lotion all the way from the head down to his balls. It was more than enough to give him that slippery when wet sensation.

  “Don’t get me wrong, I love what you’re doing, but I was already a hair trigger when I came over here.” His words conveyed his desperate need for release.

  He probably thought I was going to stop, but that was the furthest thing from my mind. I showed him what I wanted by taking no prisoners.

  I sealed my lips around the crown of his manly scepter. I made sure to conceal him from view with my lips traveling down until there was nowhere else to go. The flesh quivered and jumped in my mouth several times.

  “Oh Erin.” He was squirming to my touch.

  The electrifying presence of the tip of my tongue was more than he could take.

  The vein in the back was throbbing mercilessly. The head ballooned and began to pulsate with his life essence within. He screamed and held onto the headboard with both hands. His hips went into overdrive and began to fuck my mouth. I continually swallowed the creamy texture painting the surface of my tongue.

  He continued to shoot indiscriminately to the back of my mouth over and over again. I relished in the flavor tempting my taste buds. I finished him off with long swipes with my fingers squeezing what was remaining inside those depleted balls.

  “I do believe this is what is called finger licking good.” I sampled the sticky evidence on my fingers. I was making these moaning sounds.

  “I was truly unprepared for that. Now it’s your turn, come sit on my face.” He was going to need time to recuperate.

  I knew the perfect way to make him rise from the ashes of his orgasm.

  I did straddle his face after frantically taking off my jeans in a mad rush to feel the pointed end of his tongue. I kept my hands on the headboard. The texture of the wood was unyielding.

  I lowered myself into position.

  He wasn’t very patient and he grabbed me without thinking about it. I lost my balance and landed with my hands slapping against his thighs.

  “This is the perfect position to get us both what we want.” It was hard to focus on his pleasure when his tongue was switching from sliding back and forth inside me and circling my swollen clit.

  My legs quivered with my thighs suffocating him into submission. I wasn’t expecting him to be this good.

  I was constantly streaming down over his tongue and into his throat.

  I let my fingers do the walking. I really can’t seem to breathe without choking on the words. I had both hands on his meat stick and I was alternating between each one.

  I could feel the waves of pleasure coming in stronger and more frequent.

  I tumbled over the edge with my body convulsing and writhing in the sweetest agony possible. The euphoria was hard to describe like fireworks exploding between my legs. My skin was extra sensitive and he was using that to his advantage.

  “I’m cumming….” I didn’t think the word truly conveys the feeling. I was going out of my mind, pulling my hair and using the pain to somewhat overshadow the pleasure. I was beside myself with the pleasing sensation of his tongue and the pad of his thumb working my clit.

  My hot breath was igniting his flesh. I could feel the flex of his organ coming back to life. It was no longer lying lazily against his leg. It had stretched to its full potential. It was a sizable monument to his masculinity.

  “I thought for a moment I was going to drown. It was hard to breathe, but I really didn’t care. The sound you were making was loud enough for dogs’ ears. The high pitched squeal made the window panes shake in their frame.” His attempt to stoke the fires was well received.

  “I do love the words coming out of your mouth. I was very lucky not to experience this when we were getting treatment. I can tell you without a shadow of a doubt that I probably wouldn’t have been able to let you go.” My hands continued to prime his pump. Jacking him back into fighting form was easier than I expected.

  CHAPTER 14

  Tyler

  She rolled with me across the bed trying to get me into position. The knob was right there at the entrance. We didn’t take into account the real estate of the bed. Gravity was a bitch.

  She landed on the bottom on the floor with the air knocked out of her.

  She gasped with her eyes wide open.

  The momentum of the fall forced the insertion of my instrument. The injection of beef was very quick. I was balls deep within seconds.

  “Erin, this wasn’t what I was intending to do. Those x-rated stars really do make it look easy.” I spread her legs wide open like I was about to make a wish.

  “I’m definitely going to feel this in the morning.” She was making it sound like an exercise. It was, but it was far more appealing than lifting iron.

  I very gently extracted my tool until only the head remained hidden within the puffy lips of her sex.

  “Erin, this would have been so much better lying happily in the sand. I guess it’s better late than never.” I made her body arch into the air with the next thrust of my hips.

  I continued to move slowly observing her reactions and playing to my strengths. Each forward motion was met with a resounding echo of applause from her mouth. She made this long and drawn out moan of acceptance and pleasure.

  “Ty
ler, if this is what sex with an emotional investment is all about then sign me up.” I wrapped my hands under her back and pulled her up until she was sitting in the driver’s seat.

  “I have never wanted to please a woman more than I do right now.” I had my hand underneath her.

  She was taunting me with the rhythm of her heart beating in her chest.

  “I’m going to…cum again.” She had barely finished saying the words when her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

  “I want you to find your release as many times as you can.” The look in her eyes was priceless. The sound she made is primal and fueled my need for her. She was bounding hard and fast driving her hips down hard on top of me to hear the slap of our flesh coming together.

  “I can’t…I can’t…seem to stop cumming. I don’t know how this is possible. This is the best sex… the best sex of my whole entire life.” She was flying by a wing and a prayer.

  I could feel her pussy was rhythmically squeezing with enough pressure to make me pop my cork. I was coming to the end of my sexual rope and I only needed a bit more incentive.

  “I’m so close.” She reached down and gave my balls the attention they deserved. She cradled them with her fingers massaging those over inflated orbs. I felt the rumble moving up the space between the head and my balls. She was grinding in a circle making the shaft rub lightly against her clit for extra stimulation.

  I didn’t come off the rails like I had expected. I refrained from unleashing a torrent of sweet and delectable cream. I held back my pleasure even in the face of a woman like her. I was using whatever strength I had in reserve.

  I was thrusting with precision and accuracy. Every time I bottomed out I would purposely flex the muscle to rub against the walls. I was spurred on by the slapping of her heels against my backside. I was like a runaway horse completely untamed and wild in the forest of my lust for her.