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  Our kiss is deeper than any I have dared to steal before. I slurp on her like a candy that I don’t want to be finished too soon. Savouring her mouth, I want her to luxuriate in every second. She swings her leg up and around my waist, prompting me to wrap the other around me as well – so light in my arms, I hardly feel my muscles flex as I easily hold her aloft.

  Then, without division between our mouths, I sink into her. Oh God, finally.

  She inhales sharply, accepting the full length of my cock, and I exhale, happily giving her all of it. Remaining still inside her for a moment, we both enjoy being connected in this way. She is so slippery and hot and I love how she holds me there. I simply love having her, for me, with me – and it feels right.

  Eyes open now and adjusted to the moonlight, I stare at her pupils reflecting my image. We do not break our gaze when I raise her once more to experience our union again. My smile is mirrored on her face with that next pass of my cock and it’s good beyond words. We fit together in a way that can only be described as perfection.

  But she wants more and simply utters, ‘Fuck me.’

  Without hesitation, I carry her over to the wall and, pressing her against it for leverage, my thrusts become stronger now, deeper and faster. There’s a mind-blowing exchange felt in each stroke that is equally as powerful. And then suddenly I’m trembling and coming hard inside her, and I’m sure that she knows that I haven’t made love in a very long time. She kisses me in the midst of the realisation, and I feel her flush with new wetness, becoming even more aroused with the knowledge of my celibacy. It drives her to come too and she shudders with me, screaming out in delight.

  I know instantly that it won’t be the last climax we share and I sweep her into my bedroom where we make love again and again through the entire night.

  ‘Unbelievable ... you are just un-fucking-believable,’ I breathe in her ear after my last orgasm.

  ‘I can’t believe it’s almost dawn,’ she giggles and yawns. We’re both soaked with sweat and the smell of sex is heavy in the air. Equally exhausted, I doze off still tasting her.

  The morning does not bring the uncertainty that has plagued us both before. I’m relaxed with her cuddled in my arms and her hair a tangle of curls across my shoulder. Maybe our raw honesty showed us that connections come in many shades of grey. It doesn’t have to make sense to anyone else but us. The prickly itch that would have me struggling to confront my emotions and running for the hills in exchange for another piece of ass is nowhere to be found. I have no desire to be anywhere else, with anyone else. And when I check my email over the second cup of coffee she pours for me, she doesn’t balk at my inbox full of messages from at least four different women. Looking at her with eyebrows raised, I silently inquire about what she thinks of it.

  Like the woman of my dreams, she replies with a wink, ‘BCC me, sweetie.’

  ‘You’re not jealous?’ I ask, taking a sip of coffee and gazing up at her from my chair.

  ‘I find that part of you almost as attractive as that sexy smirk you’re wearing right now. There’s no reason to be jealous.’

  ‘Oh, no?’ I quip, loving that answer.

  ‘No,’ she breathes.

  ‘Maybe I want you to be jealous,’ I reply, pulling her onto my lap. ‘But if you’re not going to be, then you might as well play along. Open the first message.’

  She laughs and grabs the mouse, guiding it over to the one at the top of the list. As she opens it, I begin to lick at her neck and ear. ‘What does it say?’ I ask.

  Tina’s clearly having a hard time concentrating on the words written to me from Pamela as she reads the message aloud. Hi Jimmy, I can’t believe I’m writing to you again. Third time this week. You’re my new favourite person, it seems. Don’t be a stranger.

  I slip my hand into the boxers she’s borrowed and toy with her clit. ‘Give her what she wants, Tina.’

  ‘What does she want?’ she asks, squirming from my index finger in steady rotation on her bud.

  ‘She wants what they all want. She wants me to fuck her,’ I say matter-of-factly.

  ‘Of course. What does she like?’ She preps her fingers over the keyboard, ready for the challenge.

  ‘She likes to be teased,’ I tell her and pull her legs apart to play at her entry now.

  And I’m not disappointed when she begins to type. Pamela, you must learn to be patient. I will have to give you some instruction on how. When I come to see you, I will not be alone. I will bring an assistant to help you understand how to wait your turn. When you open the door, I will already be kissing her. My tongue will be deep in her mouth, but I will be looking at you. I want to see if you can control yourself. You will be speechless, surprised to see me with another, but nonetheless enticed to watch.

  I don’t stop working my hand against her increasingly wet pussy as I read over her shoulder, having only to recall the previous night’s exchange with Lance to appreciate the scenario.

  When she parts lips with mine, you’ll want to step in for a taste. When she pulls down my pants and frees my cock, you’ll want to be first to have it. But you know that you can’t. You are not permitted. You must wait, patiently. She’ll take me into her mouth, and her mouth will be hot and soft and you will wish that it is your mouth that is making my eyes roll back and my breath quicken. Then, you will want to touch yourself as you watch me sit her in the chair in front of you, so that you may see me lick her. Yes, you will want to stroke your wet pussy, pretending that I am licking you instead of her, but you are not allowed. I tell you that you will not get a thing if you break the rules. You know you must be patient.

  I can see that she’s enjoying this very much and I am even a little amazed at the ease with which she’s conjured this cyberfuck. Of course, I have all confidence in her abilities, no doubt inspired by my busy fingers.

  But is she taking it a bit too far? ‘Tina, I said that she likes to be teased, not tortured. Don’t be so mean.’

  ‘Who is Pamela anyway?’ she asks me.

  ‘Lance’s soon-to-be ex.’

  ‘Oh.’ She pauses. ‘Are you the reason they’re breaking up?’

  ‘I’d like to think I’m that important, but no. Lance has been telling me how miserable he is for at least a year. I only met Pamela last week.’

  ‘A coincidence then?’

  ‘Not exactly.’ The look on her face tells me I’ll need to elaborate. ‘I sat next to her on the plane. It was a coincidence that we both planned to be in Atlanta, but when Lance mentioned it, I told him I would book the same return flight; keep an eye on her because he thinks she’s having an affair.’

  ‘Is she?’

  ‘I don’t know. What difference does it make? Sometimes people are just wrong for each other, and they’re better off apart.’

  ‘And sometimes they’re just right.’

  ‘Sometimes, yes, they are.’ I pull my hand from between her legs and kiss her on the cheek. ‘Let me help you finish,’ I say, reaching around her to the keyboard.

  ‘No, let me help you finish,’ she counters and climbs down from my lap to kneel in front of me. Grinning from below, she pulls my dick from my shorts and into her mouth. Her wide eyes never leave my face as I let myself be swept up in the pleasure of her mouth. She’s so beautiful to me and I can’t imagine my luck. Never did I think that someone existed who could understand me the way she does. The thought is like a blanket, cosy and safe and making me want to throw caution out the window and tell her everything.

  The look on her face is so content, as if she is enjoying this as much as I am. Every moan brings a smile to her lips and a deeper stroke. The mere sight is more than enough to escort me to orgasm in a matter of minutes.

  Grunting now, back stiffening and squirting into her mouth, I still find the clarity to tease her. ‘Oh, Pamela, don’t stop.’

  ‘Now who’s being mean?’ She lands a playful punch to my ribs, demanding an apology with her pouty expression. She laughs, and I kiss her for it.r />
  Time drifts lazily and we cross into the afternoon with another sticky romp before showering and heading over to the office to retrieve her car. It seems like an eternity since we left the parking garage the night before. In a lot of ways, we don’t really know each other that much better than when we left work, but the connection between us is strong, basic and undeniable.

  Chapter Eight – Pamela

  THE STACK OF CATALOGUES at the end of my bed has only given me a modicum of entertainment for the morning. Like a kid in a candy store, I usually love to pore over the latest offerings from my favourite designers. Making my choice selections from the mass of options is always the most fun. If I’m not careful, I can end up with stacks of packages in my foyer, waiting for days to be opened. For me, it’s the hunt, not the capture, that’s the most thrilling.

  But none of it seems to take my mind off the man of the hour. We’ve chatted by email for the past few weeks and though it might seem awful under the circumstances of my separation, nothing else has taken precedence in my mind.

  When he asked me if I wanted to know the meaning of satisfaction, I knew that I couldn’t resist an opportunity to find out if he held the answer. Lance was never able to satisfy me, and not because his cock wasn’t big enough or he didn’t have enough stamina. Lance just seemed to miss the point every time. As an independent, self-sufficient woman who wants for so little in life, I need to feel challenged. Showering me with attention and gifts is a sure-fire way to make me yawn. He says I took him for granted. All I know is he didn’t have a clue about how to take me anywhere, and I’m glad I finally gave up on hoping that he’d somehow figure it out.

  We should have never gotten married; I think we both agree about that much. And when he stopped by yesterday for the last of his things, I wished him well and really meant it. Truthfully, I hope he finds what he needs in a woman as much I know he isn’t what I need in a man.

  My laptop, resting next to me, gives me an indication of a new message. Client emails on a Saturday are rare, and so I’m hopeful the sender is Jimmy to pick up where we left off in our last exchange.

  I could write, but I’d rather see your reaction in person. Tomorrow good?

  I reply, Why not? Where?

  His reply comes via BlackBerry. Dinner first. You pick the restaurant.

  I know just the right place to meet; a cosy little spot halfway between West Palm and Miami next to a small boutique hotel. It’s the ideal out-of-the-way locale for such a rendezvous and I’m already excited. Tossing the catalogues aside, I dial my favourite spa for a last-minute appointment. I’ll treat myself to the full menu this afternoon and celebrate how refreshing it is to look forward to something for a change.

  I wonder what he has in mind. I ponder the possibilities all the way up to the moment he walks through the entrance of the restaurant. To my surprise, he’s not alone.

  ‘What a great place,’ the woman in a pressed safari shirtdress says and extends her hand. ‘Hi, I’m Tina.’

  She’s smiling back warmly at my rather shocked expression. Jimmy speaks for me.

  ‘This is Pamela, Lance’s wife ... soon-to-be ex-wife.’

  Now I’m truly speechless. It’s only when they’ve been seated that I can find my voice. ‘You know Lance? You knew who I was? Why–’

  ‘Why didn’t I say something?’ Jimmy’s tone is smooth and even. ‘Pamela, you didn’t ask. Anyway, what does it matter now? The only questions you really have are: who is Tina, and why have I brought her along with me tonight?’

  I took a breath, his bluntness giving me chills. ‘I don’t like to be manipulated.’

  ‘Oh, Pamela, but don’t you?’ He relaxes in his chair. ‘The reason we are joining you here for dinner tonight is to see if you really want what you think you want.’

  ‘And do you know what I want?’ I counter, trying to sound equally at ease.

  ‘Right now, you think you want me.’

  ‘You’re mighty sure of yourself, aren’t you?’ I chuff.

  ‘I dare you to prove me wrong,’ he says, sounding aloof and casually nibbling on Tina’s delicate fingers. She giggles softly, ticklish from the sensation. When I fail to get up and leave, he smiles and picks up a menu. ‘What’s good here?’

  He’s insufferable, but infectious and so very good at calling me out. I’m glad that I’ve picked this obscure little place to meet, because I have the distinct impression I’m not going to want any witnesses.

  Conversation is strained, though Tina makes polite chitchat, buttering me up about my earrings. She’s cute and young, and looking way too sweet and innocent to deserve the attentions of this complicated man.

  I take a shot of my own at getting under Jimmy’s skin. ‘What happened to that other girl? The one on the phone?’

  ‘Who’s she talking about, Jimmy?’ Tina asks, sounding genuinely curious.

  ‘Noemi is probably trying to figure out how to forget the day we met.’

  ‘Is that how you expect to leave me tonight? Regretful?’ I ask, with an arched eyebrow and a sip of my Stoli.

  ‘We shall see,’ he says and slices into the rare steak he’s ordered.

  ‘What did you do to her?’

  ‘He didn’t do anything,’ Tina breathes, answering my question with a smoky rasp I’ve suddenly detected in her voice. ‘I did.’

  ‘You?’

  ‘I suggested we introduce her to someone who can give her what Jimmy here never will,’ Tina says.

  ‘What is that?’ I ask.

  ‘My undivided attention,’ Jimmy responds.

  ‘They hit it off instantly,’ Tina says. ‘Lust at first sight, wouldn’t you agree?’ He nods.

  ‘I bet he’s sucking her toes as we speak,’ Jimmy adds. ‘But that kind of stuff doesn’t turn you on, does it, Pamela?’ I bite my lip in silence. He leans towards me over the table. ‘Does it?’ he repeats.

  ‘No. You know what turns me on,’ I finally answer directly into his piercing stare.

  ‘I do. Should we head back to Miami after dinner or over to West Palm?’ he asks with simple clarity for the underlying text.

  ‘I’ve gone ahead and reserved a room next door,’ I say.

  ‘How resourceful of you,’ Jimmy remarks with approval for my arrangements and then he calls for the check.

  We three are no less eager than the other to be behind closed doors. The latch catches and Jimmy slips my hands into his with a whisper in my ear, ‘Take a seat.’

  He places me in the club chair at the corner of the room meant for cosy nights with a good book. It’s dark until Tina turns on one of the small lamps next to the bed. Her teeth are noticeable in the dim light, gleaming white through her wry smile. I sit back with crossed legs, ladylike in the wake of the moments to come. A sharp intake of breath and a skip of my heart when their lips first join send me further deep into the plush cushion.

  I watch as she melts in his grasp, with his mouth on hers in needful persistence. Already I’m feeling moist and wanting him more than ever. From my seat, I bask in the glow of desire and the heat that it spills over me.

  He has laid her out on the bed, straddling her waist and unfastening each one of the buttons on her dress. She stirs underneath him in gleeful anticipation. Once his pretty package has been opened with care, he employs the tip of his tongue to toy with her skin. I can see the traces of saliva he leaves on the places he tastes, and it’s obvious that he finds her simply delicious. She has started to coo as a result of his wandering licks, which causes me to adjust my crossed legs, in order to accommodate the gathering moisture. Slowly he makes his way over her brown skin, bathing every part of her. When finally he arrives at her core, her eyes are closed and her mouth is full with breathless cries of delight.

  Jimmy’s tongue takes her softly, with a tempered patience that drives me wild. It has her gripping the headboard above her and my fingers finding their way underneath my skirt. The sweeps over her lips and round her clit remind me of lazy licks of ice cre
am. He’s enjoying the flavour, making it last. He lifts her legs into the air, hanging them in his hands with toes curled. Sipping sounds have filled the room and I know he is drinking her in, lapping at her juices and wasting not a single drop. She utters his name and it echoes in my mind, giving voice to the cravings I restrain with silence. Jimmy meets her call with increased voracity and a few lustful grunts of his own. Thrashing now from the intensity of his mouth awash in her wetness, Tina makes known how good it feels. And I can only watch and imagine what it must be like to have his head between my creamy thighs instead.

  A volcano bubbles inside me that I’m sure has its limits, no matter how still I keep. The pressure is building with a persistent knock that thunders inside my panties. I remove them and let my fingers enact what I see playing out in front of me. It only ratchets the wanting I covet to levels I have never experienced. I’m crushed under the weight of it, breathing shallow and dying for more. It’s Tina, however, who gets to have more and after his tongue has offered her the first climax of the evening, he strips away his clothing.

  He takes his time; there’s no rush in his movements or sign of urgency on his face. But he is looking at me, staring and smiling with knowledge of the next stop on the journey he has planned. He has brought to life the images that keep me up at night, specially delivered from him to my inbox. In person, the effect is almost too much to bear. I already fear I’m hooked beyond return on the way he makes me feel. And in the back of my mind, I worry how to solve the problem of finding a mountain to climb that has no summit.

  I follow him as he comes out of his shirt and admire the way his shoulders seem like the base of an arrowhead pointing into his trousers. There’s grace in the calmness of his motion – quietly confident in his skin. I haven’t spoken since we entered the room and the removal of his pants simply brings a gasp to my lips. He is absolutely beautiful, lean from head to toe with a long cock leading him in my direction.

  While Tina regains her composure on the bed, Jimmy slips himself between my legs, kneeling on the floor. I can smell her musk on his mouth as he speaks.