Let Me Entertain You

Excerpt from: Let Me Entertain You

“I shouldn’t have been so forward earlier today, saying what I did, about surprising you. I’m not easy,” Lea babbled in the van on the way to her condo. I just…”

“Want me as much as I want you?” Mike asked gently, his hand on her knee. She scooted closer, thankful the van had bench seats.

“Is it because you’ve been without a wife for a long time that you want me?” She closed her eyes while waiting for his answer.

“It’s because of you, Lea. It’s all about you. The moment I saw you, I was blown away, and when I saw your dress was bare to the waist down the back, I have to tell you, my penis nearly hit the bottom of the dining table.”

She started at his plain talk and wondered how big that made it. If nothing else, it was quite a picture. It wasn’t about size, Doug always said, and it was a good thing, but her ex’s finesse wasn’t that great either.

“I think you were saying you like sex; am I right?” Mike slid his hand under her skirt and ran it up her thigh. He touched the crotch of her bikinis, and she moaned in anticipation. He traced a path, probing, and she felt herself moisten, even before he slipped his finger inside to repeat the action.

“Right. And I think you were saying I’d like what you do,” she gasped. She was uptight about a lot of things, but sex wasn’t one of them. Was Mike concerned that she might be a perfectionist about this? She almost giggled, but then he rubbed the exact right spot, and she cried out.

“Hold that thought,” he said, switching off the van with his left hand. She hadn’t even realised they’d reached the condo parking lot. “Don’t stop,” she begged, grabbing onto his wrist.

“Ah, baby, you are hot,” he said. Gently pushing her down on the length of the seat and sliding a finger inside her, then another, he pumped them in and out.

“Definitely hot.”

“Ohmigod, Mike. That feels so-o good.” She was getting wetter by the minute, and she thought she’d die if he stopped, and yet, she wanted something more. “No one can see us. It’s dark. Fuck me, please.”

“Not yet, sweetheart. Not here.” Sliding her dress up around her waist, he pulled down her panties and leaned over her, tracing circles on her stomach with his tongue.

“You’re torturing me,” she gasped.

“Maybe you’ll like this better,” he said, spreading her vagina open and tracing the opening with his tongue.

She cried out and buried her fingers in his hair. “Oh, yes. That’s better.”

“How about this?” He rubbed her clitoris with the rough, hard tip of his tongue in a slow deliberate motion, and then grabbing her around the waist, he took her clit in his mouth and sucked. Hard.

“Ohmigod,” she moaned, clutching his shoulders. “Migod,” she breathed.

Taking her hard nubbin between his teeth, he nibbled, then sucked again, and suddenly, he nipped it hard, and she shuddered. He did it again and again, and she screamed when the shudders wracked her body.

Doug’s lovemaking was so tame. So conventional. She’d never experienced such total release. Sighing, she touched the bulging front of Mike’s pants. He was breathing so hard and was such a good lover, she wanted to do something wonderful for him. She started to unzip his pants, but he put his hand over hers.

“Not yet. Not here. Let’s go inside.”

Pulling up her bikinis with trembling hands, she straightened her dress, eager to lie next to him, and when she opened the door of the van, he was already there, waiting.

Swooping her into his arms, he carried her inside, kicked the condo door shut behind them, and locked it.