Loving Ms. Wrong Page 7

  His pointed flesh soothes, then teases, gradually taking me back up the hill toward another orgasm. No matter my pleading and hair pulling, he won’t budge. After a few minutes he raises his head and says, “Talk to me Katrina. Tell me what you want.”

  “I want to feel you inside me again.” His fingers push inside, pumping to match the teasing his tongue is delivering. “More. I need something bigger. I want to rock my hips with yours and grind my pelvis hard against you.” I try to wiggle but his hand pins me down. “I want your cock sliding back and forth inside me until I come again.”

  The pressure builds inside and all I can think of is wanting him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life. Whatever magic has befallen us during this storm, I never want it to end. I moan and toss my head to the side, hoping he’ll take pity on me soon and get up here and fuck me.

  He rises from my pussy, wipes his face on his arm, and crawls up the bed over me. “I think that can be arranged.”

  My legs splay to the side, open and offering myself to his attentions. In one deep thrust he seats himself all the way in. This position allows deeper penetration than when I was on top and I relish every delicious inch of him as he plunges over and over again. Back and forth, deeper and faster… soon he adds a swivel to his hips, almost like a small circle.

  Every rotation rubs my clit just right and soon I’m ready to soar back over the top.

  “Jesus, Katrina. We barely know each other… and yet… you feel so right.”

  I reach my arms around him, trailing one lower to grip his ass, and the other higher to force his mouth down to mine.

  I pour all the pent up passion I’ve held inside for years into the kiss, nipping, biting, sucking on his mouth, tongue, and lips. The frenzied kissing ratchets up his movements, until I wonder how much more I can take.

  The emotions bubbling up force me to twist away from his kiss. They come tearing out of me in a release so strong I hear myself scream into the candlelit room. Wave after wave of intense pleasure cascades through me, lighting every dead, unresponsive cell I’ve ever had into life. Life, in its purest form as energy, invigorates and pulses through me with each rising crest.

  As my body hits its highest point, Marcus lets go, moaning into my shoulder as his peak rides him hard. Shudders wrack his frame and his frantic pumping slows, drifting to a stop.

  He stays inside me, letting his weight rest atop me while he catches his breath. I don’t mind. I don’t want him to leave. It felt so good to experience all the sensations again, I have no desire to have our encounter end just yet.

  Thunder booms loudly overhead, reminding us once again of what drew us together tonight.

  Marcus kisses my shoulder. “I don’t think I’ll ever look at a summer storm quite the same way again.”

  “Me neither.”

  After a minute, he rolls to the side and then rises, retreating to the bathroom. He returns shortly and smiles shyly at me, as if he’s unsure where we stand.

  I pat the mattress next to me. “Thank you. Tonight was incredible.”

  He returns to the bed and pulls me close. “I feel like I’ve found a valuable treasure… and I’m afraid I’m going to lose it too soon.”

  I cuddle next to his chest and sigh, content for once without having to meditate for endless hours. I bet I could even sleep like this, despite the lack of air conditioning and our sweaty bodies.

  “You asked me enough times tonight, Marcus. Now it’s my turn to ask you: what do you want?”

  One warm hand strokes my back, sliding up to gently cup my head where I’m lying. “I want to see where this goes. I like you. And in case you couldn’t tell—I really enjoyed making love to you.” He hesitates and his voice comes out higher, like he’s worried how I’ll answer. “But what about you? Do you want to explore this new unleashed passion with other lovers? Maybe I’m not exactly what you were looking for in a guy?”

  I rise to look him straight in the eye. “Don’t you get it? I wasn’t looking for anyone. Haven’t been for years. Sure, I’d often tell my friends I was on the prowl for the right guy, but my actions spoke louder than my words. I never dated, never cared to be set up… just never really cared one way or another.” I plant a kiss on his mouth, quick and light. “Until you.

  “You made me open up with your silly dice game, cocky arrogance that hid the real you, and got me to relax and enjoy the moment—and all the sexual goodness that it entailed. I want you, Marcus.” I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively. “If you have another condom, I think I might want you again tonight—very soon if you can manage it.”

  Marcus smiles and tightens his hold on me. “If I’d known making love to Ms. Wrong was going to feel so damn right, I’d have attempted it long ago. Thank you for helping me get my head out of my ass.”

  “What choice did I have? You’ve got a cute head and a tight ass. There was no room for such nonsense.”

  The power kicked back on around five a.m. And we did our very best to get as sweaty as possible without having to use a condom (since we didn’t have any). Marcus ventured out in his damp clothes at around seven to a deli a few blocks away for breakfast sandwiches and condoms. There was no need to open the store as most of the city was suffering through clean up and sporadic power outages.

  We used the time to talk and luxuriate in each other’s bodies. Neither one of us may know what’s awaiting us next week, but we’ve both agreed we’d like to face it together. All in all, not a bad way to end a night out with the girls—to wind up in the arms of a man who only has eyes for you.

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  About the Author

  C.J. Ellisson lives in northern Virginia with her husband, two children, three dogs, and a fluffy black cat who makes her sneeze. Unlike most full-time authors, she's also battling severe chronic illness. C.J. works daily to put her Lupus into remission and continues to fight numerous bacterial infections while her immune system slowly attacks her body. She turned to writing when she could no longer work outside the home and claims the escape of penning contemporary erotic romance, urban fantasy, and erotica has helped save her sanity

  Loving Ms. Wrong is the fourth published book in the Walk on the Wild Side series and there are currently five novels (three for Heather and Tony) and two novellas plotted.

  Walk on the Wild Side Titles in reading order:

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  Vanilla on Top

  Vanilla Twist

  Vanilla Spice (release date late 2014)

  Best Friend Books:

  Avoiding Mr. Right (Carla’s story)

  Loving Ms. Wrong (Marcus’s Story)

  Andrea’s story (no title yet) will be written after Vanilla Spice is completed and there may be books for Tony’s brothers if there is enough reader interest.

  Books in C.J.’s erotic urban fantasy, the V V Inn series:

  Full Length Novels: Vampire Vacation, Book 1

  The Hunt, Book 2

  Big Game, Book 3

  Novella: Death Times Two, Book 4 (A Grim Reality & V V Inn story)

  Blood Legacy, Book 5 due out in 2014

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  Prequel Novellas:

  Death’s Servant, Book 1 (Jon’s tale)

  Ceara’s Tales, Book 2 (An early Dria/Vivian story, due out Aug 2014)

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