Can't Get Enough by Tenille Brown Page A

quiver. Sexy enough, perhaps, but it just got them both fired up.
    As he recalled the evening, he remembered that those drinks were still in the living room, untouched, and he laughed.
    â€œWhat are you laughing at?” she asked.
    â€œWe never drank the drinks you fixed,” he said.
    Her eyes glowed. “It’s okay; I got enough to drink.” Then she kissed him and headed into the bathroom.
    They had done what they could to fill up on the joy of each other’s bodies but no night was long enough for that. Still, they had made a valiant effort.
    â€œI’m glad it’s a long flight,” she had said by way of weak protest early in the morning, when he tucked the front of his body against her half-asleep back and then lifted her leg so that he could press his hard cock into her cunt. “I am going to need some rest.” Then, as he drove his cock into her, her eyes rolled back and her hand touched his cock where it separated her labia. “It really is good that I can sleep on the plane.”
    Unfortunately, he decided, lust was something that you couldn’t satisfy ahead of time. It couldn’t be made to work like some prepaid phone card. No matter how often or how many ways they coupled, it did nothing for the tomorrows that lay ahead. He knew he would be wanting her the moment she was gone. His brain and body worked that way.
    â€œYou can’t just fuck your brains out and have the feeling stay with you long enough,” he moaned. But the truth was, with her, wanting her didn’t ever really stop. It amazed him that when they were together, he found himself thinking of how he wanted to take her the next time, or anticipating what she might do, even before he had even recovered from the last time he had spent inside her eager body.
    Although she was as bad as he was, she teased him about it. Her teasing was erotic too, as she did it in ways that ensured he knew it flattered and pleased her that he wanted her so much, so often.
    Now, hearing the water run in the shower, he thought of getting up and joining her. It was fantastic to slip into the shower and touch her slippery naked body, with shampoo streaming down over her breasts, her ass, her pussy. More than once he had wrapped his arms around her and let her feel him throbbingagainst her, then let her brace herself with her hands on the wet tiles of the wall, while he fucked her from behind.
    This time he resisted the temptation. She had to be on time for the plane. Once he started…well, she wouldn’t make it to the airport on time, not unless she told him no, and she didn’t like to do that. He sighed. Her ass was so lovely, so pleasant in his hands, whether he took her from behind or put his arms around her to clutch her ass and pull her against him while she wrapped her legs around him, digging her heels into him. Thoughts of her ass made him tingle. They hadn’t done anal in a while, he realized, and it suddenly seemed a significant omission.
    â€œThat is a lovely picture you’ve conjured up,” he said out loud, feeling his cock swell. “And I doubt it will help.”
    When he heard the water shut off he realized it was too late to change his mind. Then the hair dryer hummed softly and he thought about how she would sit in the chair in the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around her but usually slipping down off her breasts, as she dried her hair. She kept it short, so it didn’t take long, but it was sexy to watch.
    She came back in the room with a towel around her, but she dropped it to the floor, smelling of soap and shampoo. As she began dressing he watched her ass and could also see her front reflected in the full-length mirror. She had set out her clothes the day before, and now she put them on slowly. It was the armor of the office: silk blouse, stockings, heels, panties, skirt. Nothing special, but as she dressed it added up to a woman that, for him, was far more than the sum