Thursday, June 9, 2016

Sensual Thursdays {22}: Tormenting Dreams

Damn, I love Sensual Thursdays...they're all about that sex...or the lead up to sex, or even tormenting memories of sex...and that's what today's snippet is all about. Poor Mina.  She thought she could have one last wild night before agreeing to settle a nearly fifty year feud by marrying the son of her family's arch rivals without consequences.  A little too late, she's finding out that her one night stand isn't quite ready to be forgotten.


Mina came awake on a gasp, her body exploding in agonizing pleasure, her pussy clamping down around her slender fingers as she rode out the brutal orgasm that her dream lover once more forced out of her body.   


Her hips rocked frantically against her bedding, smearing her juices all over her thousand count Egyptian cotton sheets as she rode her hand. She groaned, helpless against the memories of how her mystery man had held her down, refusing to release her until she’d orgasmed so hard she’d almost blacked out. 

“Harder, Mina. I want you to come harder. Only then will I fill you with my cock.” His fingers manipulated that tender patch of flesh inside her, pressing hard against her g-spot – refusing to let the pleasure die.  

 “Oh my god. Please!” She jerked, her body trembling as another wave of ecstasy hit her. He wasn’t even here, and yet she could feel his presence as if it were mere minutes ago, instead of six long weeks.

Finally, thank all the gods, her orgasm retreated, leaving her shaking against her pillows. Tears of frustration escaped from behind her tightly shut eyelids, while she thumped her free hand against the bed. Damnit! He shouldn’t still have this kind of control over her! She was getting married next week – to Ezra. Lord only knew how much his kisses set her on fire – something she hadn’t been expecting the first time he’d stolen a kiss after their engagement dinner. Or the smoldering tension that seemed to arc between them whenever they were in a room together. Which was why she shouldn’t still be dreaming about the mysterious Mr. Anderson. She should be fantasizing about her husband delivering on the pleasure his toe-curling kisses promised.

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