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  She quivered around him, a ripple of cunt that spoke every word she hadn’t yet.

  But he wanted to hear it just the same as he felt it.

  “Okay.” Sidonie shivered under him. “You feel so good.”

  “Better, but I know that this”—he rocked in and out, a sweet tug on his cock from her protesting cunt a taste of heaven—”is much, much better than that. Try again.”

  “Uhh, I don’t know what to say.” Her skin flushed and he assumed it was due to a toss-up between arousal and embarrassment.

  “Then let me teach you.”

  “Mmm, ’kay.”

  “Your cunt drives me crazy.” He kissed her ear and she clenched on him wetly.

  “Yeah?” She sounded curious. Fuck, he loved curious.

  “Oh, yeah. I could fuck you into next week.”

  “I wish you could.” She moaned.

  “Believe me, I do, too. You, me, and nothing between us but sweat.”

  Her hands gripped the sheet tightly, and he watched as the wad of cotton mangled and snapped clean off the head of the mattress.

  “You want it, don’t you?”

  “Yes, plea-ase!”

  “Ask me for it.”

  “Den, baby… please fuck me. Deeper, harder.” Her face tipped into the bedding.

  “That’s what I’m talking about.”

  He loved a good cheerleader and he dragged his knees up for more leverage. Den pummeled her cunt, one punt after the next, until her head tipped backward.

  She let out a long, low cry that sounded nearly painful, but the heated rush of juices that exploded around him only served to make him want to hear it again.

  Sidonie squealed. “Ohgodicanttakeit!”

  “You already did, a few times at that.” He chuckled. She was a fun fuck, and he was sorely in need of one.

  Her legs tensed and he could feel her toes dig into the mattress for a secure purchase that he wasn’t going to allow her.

  He slid each leg down the bed next to hers until the tops of his feet nestled the bottom of hers.

  Her toes curled and she keened into the air. Her body whipped against his and she bit the tufted blanket under her face.

  Despite the barrier, he heard everything.

  Every single sobbing, pleading, gasping cry that left her throat was only muted by the quilt.

  “Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about. Tell me how good this cock makes you feel.”

  She ripped her head up and panted. “Shit. You fuck like a beast.”

  That statement was the equivalent of gasoline on campfire to his ego, fuel that he needed like a hole in the head.

  The student was trying to outsmart the teacher. But she was good at it. “Fuck like a beast, huh?”

  “Uh-huh.” She nodded with the muscle control of a bobble headed newborn baby.

  “I like that.” She still shuddered in after shock and he didn’t have anything left in him to hold back with. “I’m gonna come.”

  “Let me taste it.” Her plea was heartfelt. Damn!

  “Too close.” He exploded in a vicious burst that stripped his balls dry.

  Den rolled sideways and took her with him. He barely had the chance to look out of the window and realize the sun was up before he was asleep. Again.

  Den heard the phone ring and he stuck his hand out and slapped the bedside table trying to find it. But when he turned up empty, he looked around and realized he wasn’t in his bed. Sidonie leaned over and grabbed the small cordless from the base.

  “Hello.” She was hoarse and it was his fault.

  That was a turn on like no other.

  He couldn’t hear the conversation from the other end, but based on her shocked expression, whatever the other person had to say, it wasn’t good.

  “Yeah. I’m here.”

  More of the nothing from before and then she jumped out of bed with a surprising amount of energy. Maybe he needed to fuck her one more time and take some of the pep out of her step.

  “Okay. I’ll be downstairs.” She hung up the phone and sat it on the dresser.

  She began grabbing his clothes off of the floor and tossed them at him.

  “Get dressed.”

  “What?” Dang, that smarted. No one had ever outright kicked him out the morning after.

  “The kids are on their way home. You have to go! Right now.”

  She seemed nearly frantic and no sooner than he emerged from the sheets, did she begin to strip the bed.

  He slid his jeans over his hips sans boxers as she didn’t give him those, and apparently he didn’t have the time to look for them, either. But as the pants cleared his thighs, she stopped her hustle over the snarled bedding. The heat in her eyes mollified him somewhat and he grinned at her.

  “Okay, I’ll go. Give me your number first.”

  She looked askance at him. “Don’t you already have it?”

  “I could get it. But I want you to give it to me.”

  He wondered if she was a cheater. Maybe he had gotten her wrong and she had a husband or boyfriend that she didn’t want to catch her.

  When she handed him the slip of paper, he walked out anyway and sat in his truck. He lied and told himself it was to take the time to check his messages. That lie was exposed when he saw Sidonie come downstairs into the lobby entrance, in a sweat suit with a clean face and a nasty, well fucked walk that made him mad he had to leave so soon.

  His patience was rewarded as within a few minutes a vehicle pulled in front of the door and two teens jumped out of a black SUV.

  They ran to her and she hugged them as if she were nothing more than a perfect mother.

  He knew the truth though. That she was a mother who, until he had gotten his hands on her, might as well be a virgin. She made this little face every time she came that he could only describe as delighted surprise.

  Den wanted to see that expression again and again.

  The driver got out and popped open the trunk, where two bags emerged that the man carried to the door. Sidonie smiled and nodded, but he had no idea what the conversation was about. Den’s fists clenched and he didn’t want to be wrong about her.

  But the man walked away and got back into the SUV, so his heart slowed back to normal again. After another look, the man in the SUV wasn’t alone, there was another male with him, and the pair kissed hungrily.

  The sight made him extraordinarily curious and he wondered what the real story was behind what he had just seen.

  That night, he called her for no good reason. He just wanted to hear her voice.

  The conversation was simple, stilted, and awkward.

  At first.

  But it was mostly because they had questions that neither of them should bother with asking. Not for something as simple as what this was supposed to be.

  “Tell me what you want,” he asked as a way to ease into the discussion.

  “What do you mean?”

  He wanted to know everything. But the safest topic was the only ground he had already stood on. “Sex. It seems like you are the kind of woman that knows herself. What do you want from sex with me? What do you crave?”

  She sighed and didn’t respond for long moments. “I assumed this was one night?”

  “I don’t recall a conversation of that variety.”

  “It was implied…” She hesitated, and he knew she tried to figure out what to say. “I don’t know. I’ve never really had the chance to think about it.” He could hear the lie for what it was. She had fantasies, but she was either ashamed of them, or she wasn’t sure how to say it.

  She was too intelligent to not be certain of what she needed.

  “You seem like the type to know everything, including what’s for dinner next Thursday. I think you’re ashamed of what you want. Tell me, I won’t laugh.”

  “Promise?”

  “Promise.”

  “I want to be tied up and spanked. I saw that in a movie once and it looked… interesting.” She sounded terrified to sa
y it out loud and the only reason he didn’t tease her was because she would likely drop him quicker than a hot potato if he did just that.

  “And?”

  “I don’t know. That’s about as far as I’ve gotten.”

  He could hear the truthfulness of the statement. “Okay. I have some homework for you.”

  “What exactly?”

  “I want you to play with yourself tonight and while you do, think about what you crave from our sex.”

  Her breath hitched into a shocked hiccough and he wondered for a moment if he had gone too far. “Uh, I can do that.”

  “But there’s more.”

  “What?”

  “I want you to tell me, tomorrow before you go to work.”

  “Is there a quota?” she joked.

  He thought on it for a moment. He certainly wanted more than a stingy handful of bland fantasies. If he could get away with it, he wanted to write a Kama Sutra with her.

  But he was completely serious. “Let’s say a minimum of ten.” Ten weeks was enough. It would have to be.

  “What about you?” she asked and he was confused about what she meant. He planned on being there for all of it.

  “What about me? This isn’t about me. It’s about you.”

  “What’s good for the goose is good for the gander.”

  She was right. “I will come up with a list, too.” Not that he had many fantasies left, but he could come up with something.

  Sidonie chuckled. “To make it fair, we can alternate. If we have a mutual item between the lists, the person who mentions it first gets to keep it. The other person has to come up with a new one to replace it.”

  “Okay that sounds fair enough. But you can’t fuck anyone else while we do this.” No way was he sharing her tight heat with anyone else for the moment.

  “I wouldn’t think of it.” She laughed.

  “Why is that funny?” he asked, truly curious.

  “I haven’t had sex in years. I don’t think you have to worry about competition.”

  “All right.”

  “How are going to pull it off?” she asked hesitantly.

  He knew she was busy, but he knew how to make use of his spare time wisely. It would work.

  He would make it work.

  “We can do a fantasy apiece each week. Depending, we can kill two birds with one stone and take care of both. If we don’t have the time we can do them one at a time.” But damned if he didn’t want to do it every day until he had his fill of her. Although, neither of their schedules would allow for that.

  She cleared her throat. “Okay.”

  Chapter Five:

  Expiration Date

  The bargain set, Sidonie shivered. She was going to be in trouble.

  Ten weeks of hot, unrestrained sex? With him? Indulging in every wicked desire she had never had?

  Goodness.

  But there was no way that she was going to back out now. She knew one thing about it and two things for sure, she would regret not taking the chance while it was still there.

  She didn’t want to embarrass herself by offering up a bunch of tepid nothing when she had a man at her disposal that would be willing to test her every desire.

  She thought about what she might like to do.

  Actually, she wouldn’t mind him detaining and strip searching her.

  That could be one.

  She had already mentioned being spanked.

  That was two.

  She would like to be tied up and teased.

  That would be number three.

  Sex in public?

  Another person watching?

  But after that, she was at a loss, so she did a little research with the help of short erotica and a fetish website.

  Milking? People actually did that?

  What was a hucow, exactly?

  But the description sounded interesting to say the least, even though she was far past the ability to breast feed.

  But trying might be fun in its self.

  That night, she fell asleep, sated and curious.

  She awoke Monday morning and stretched. She felt really good, it was crazy how great sex with a hot man changed the way her body moved.

  Sidonie looked at her phone and wondered if she should send her message, or if she should wait. But when she checked the device, she already had a text.

  Morning. I thought I’d start us off. Blow job at the movies

  Damn. Would that mean that she lost her public sex fantasy?

  She typed quickly before she even left the bed. I have public sex?

  Sidonie dressed in a hurry as she had to drop her children off at Saint Andrews’ Christian Academy, a local private school, before she went to work for the day.

  When she was on the way to her office, her phone chimed.

  No, that’s different.

  She breathed a sigh of relief. Okay good.

  When she parked her car the chime went off again. I’ll see your public sex with mile-high club.

  She walked briskly into the building, panties already damp and she had just started the day. Lol okay. I have sex with someone watching.

  Damn, I had that one. Sidonie chuckled at that.

  She had to put the phone away, lest she grow too distracted to do her job, but she sent off a quick reply first. Too bad lol

  Two hours later, she stopped coding the bracelet software long enough to grab a cup of coffee. Of course, she checked her messages eagerly hoping he’d say something more to tantalize her.

  He had. How about anal?

  She hadn’t done it before, but that was the whole reason she agreed to this odd situation in the first place. Not on my list… I have spanking

  She waited for a few minutes as she blew on the hot liquid, hoping he saw her message before she went back to work. Yeah, I remember that. What do you think about flogging?

  She had no idea what that was really, but she could Google it. Wow… not sure, but I have foot play

  She shut down her phone and shrugged. Time to get back to work.

  Lunch time was a flurry of messages back and forth.

  Den started it with his response. I don’t suck toes

  She added the item when she saw it was a popular fetish mainly because his feet on hers during sex had catapulted her into orbit with little else needed. Didn’t ask you to, I said play

  All right. What about wax?

  Sounds like fun. What about tying me up and teasing me? She took a bite of her sandwich, but she couldn’t even describe what kind it was, and she’d made it herself last night.

  That’s pretty good. Sex on horseback

  That sounded… yummy, not to mention fantasy worthy. Oooh, that is pretty salacious

  I like women that use big words

  Her panties filled with cream at the idea of doing even half of what they’d discussed thus far.

  Sexual massage?

  Dammit woman stop stealing my items

  How can I steal what you didn’t say yet?

  I don’t know, but you’re doing iy

  She looked at the typo and chuckled.

  Sorry *it, popped up almost immediately.

  No problem, I got you

  What about sex furniture?

  She responded, even as she was truly embarrassed at thinking it, let alone spelling it out in a text message. Like that! Umm… I have milking?

  The hells that? She could practically see the confusion even via text.

  She was almost embarrassed at the idea, but if she was going to explore, she may as well go all out. I don’t know really found it online myself sounded interesting.

  Ill see what I can do then.

  She wished she could recall the text, just steal the memory that she’d sent it altogether from his brain. Sidonie thought that might be the next project she would pick up. If you think it’s weird, don’t worry about it.

  He responded back immediately and put her at ease, soothed her overworked sensibilities. Didn’t say that stop p
utting words in my mouth.

  K.

  She had to go back to work and she silenced the phone yet again.

  By the time the day was over, she was halfway desperate to take a glimpse at her phone, but she didn’t even have time to go to the bathroom. The kids carpooled home, unless it was a practice or game night. This was the one night this week she wouldn’t have to play chauffer and she was grateful they were already in the house, so she could serve dinner without a delay.

  She put the car in drive, but looked at the phone before she would move one foot from her space.

  Double penetration?

  Sidonie’s heart stuttered. Did that mean?

  You mean menage? The message sent itself as if her hands had nothing to do with it.

  Maybe. Maybe not, could mean a lot of things. Lets just say that I want to stuff two orifices of my choosing at the same time

  She responded then put the phone down so she could drive without killing herself. Okay now im curious…

  When she got home, she looked at the phone again, ready for another fix of their sexually laden conversation.

  I am too lol.

  She placed her next item on the table. Okay, Ive been a bad girl and Officer Mctavish needs to detain and strip search me in the back of his patrol car.

  That’s easy enough…Sex without protection?

  She walked inside of the lobby and stepped into the elevator. The request seemed odd and she said as much. You haven’t ever??? Seems like youd have been there and done that, nothing new there.

  It might be old hat for you, but I’ve never tried it.

  Sidonie was floored, but the elevator buzzed for her to exit, so she did, her fingers moved faster than her feet. Uhh… we’d have to get tested first.

  Was she seriously about to agree to unprotected sex with him?

  The phone chimed as she opened the front door, but she couldn’t look back down again. The kids were goofing off. Sidonie knew when she heard the click of several controllers that her son was having a video game party.

  “Did you do your homework yet at least?”

  “Yeah, Mom, of course!”

  Dinner was quick as she had to make something that would feed the five teens in her home, not to mention herself, so she made spaghetti and a basic salad. There was a leftover cheesecake and she served it for dessert.