Can't Get Enough by Tenille Brown

up sharply to avoid a car that is indicating left, cursing the second that this will cost me. When my path is clear I push off again, and finally I am in our road.
    A hundred yards or so, but my legs are complaining bitterly now. I am almost out of breath. But the vision of you keeps me going. We live in an old part of town, in a tiny cottage at the end of this narrow lane. Nothing has changed for a hundred years and beneath my wheels there are still cobblestones. Barry the bike judders and shudders and bumps on the uneven surface, the vibrations passing through the metal frame and the leathersaddle. I sit back heavily on my seat and as the vibrations spin along my nerves and shiver through my bones, I can’t pedal quite so hard. The bicycle shakes beneath me, sending tremors up my spine. Inside my mind, you are underneath me, bumping and grinding, taking me to the brink, pushing me over the edge.
    Ohhhh…
    I can’t hold it. It’s too late. I’m coming.
    I stop the bike and slump forward over the handlebars as uncontrolled pleasure flashes through me. I stand there in the street and think of you as my orgasm rips through me. I gasp and hang on to the bicycle to stop myself from sinking to the ground.
    I’m so sorry, babe, I didn’t make it home to you. You’ll be waiting and wanting on our bed, and I’ll walk in sweaty and spent. It happened again. It always happens.
    It’s those damned cobbles.
    They get me every time.

EMBRACEABLE YOU
    Blair Erotica
    A s she slipped out of the bed, a glimpse of her smile, captured out of the corner of his eye, caught his attention. It wasn’t her satisfied, what-a-night-we-had kind of smile, even if it had been that kind of night. No, this was her sneaky, crafty smile, the kind she put on when she had something devious in mind.
    He ran his eyes over the lines of her body the same way he had run his hands over her earlier, in the early hours of the morning. Looking at her always made him think of the Gershwin song “Embraceable You.” Well, maybe she didn’t bring the song to mind, but the title for sure.
    He wondered what her smile meant. What could she have in mind? Although she had a knack for coming up with delightful schemes and sexy drama, like the time she seduced him in an alley (well, he didn’t make her try all that hard), this morning there wasn’t time for any devilish plots. She was getting up to leave on a business trip; she had to catch some insanely early flight.
    He sighed at the idea of being without her for an entireweek, the emptiness he’d feel being without her company and body. He had nothing special going on at work to fill his time; nothing in particular to throw himself into; nothing to consume the extra hours.
    It would be a long week.
    He imagined it would be easier for her as she would be going to London for the first time, meeting important clients and staying busy. It was easy to expect that the days and even the nights would go by quickly for her.
    His best shot was to get together with some old college buddies for a poker game or something, but that didn’t promise a week’s worth of distraction. But that was life.
    She had done her best to make certain he knew that she would miss him too—body and soul. When they came home from dinner that evening, the night before her departure, she had him sit on the couch while she fixed drinks. When she walked toward him, the movement of her hips made her slinky black dress wiggle in the most enticing way. Then she handed both glasses to him and bent down to kiss him. Before he knew what was happening, she knelt down and undid his pants, took his cock in her small hand and guided it between her moist lips. Then that devilish smile beamed up at him as she sucked his cock.
    Afterward he ate her too, of course, just hiking her dress to her waist and pushing her lacy panties to one side and running his tongue into all the places that made her