Fantasy 01 - Secret Fantasy by Cheryl Holt Page A

ecstasy. He shifted from one nipple to the other, going back and forth, back and forth, and she worried that she might explode.
    "Desist!" she eventually implored, and she tried to squirm away, but he wouldn't release her.
    "You can't quit until I decide you're finished."
    "But you're killing me! I can't stand much more."
    He was inching her skirt up her leg, pulling it higher and higher, until he was at the juncture of her thighs. He pressed down with the heel of his hand, providing a modicum of relief, but it wasn't nearly enough.
    "Jordan, please ..."
    She didn't know for what she was beseeching. She wanted the agony to cease, but she wanted it to go on forever.
    "Yes, say my name," he murmured. "Say my name as you beg me."
    "Jordan! Oh!"
    He slithered into her drawers and through her womanly hair, when suddenly, he slid a finger inside her. A second joined the first, and he stroked them in a rhythm that made her body tense and ripple.
    "Has any man ever touched you like this before?"
    "Are you mad? Who would have?"
    "So I'm the only one?"
    "Of course, you are! Do you think me a trollop?" He grinned. "Let me show you something." "What?" "You'll see."
    He sucked on her nipple as his thumb flicked at a spot she'd never noted prior. He jabbed once, again, again, and she shattered into a thousand pieces. She was blinded by rapture and careening across the universe. A harsh noise rang out, and she thought it might be herself, wailing with bliss, which couldn't be possible. She was much too restrained for such a shocking exhibition.
    Finally, she reached a peak and floated down, landing safely in his arms, and he looked very smug. "My goodness," she breathed. He chuckled. "You are so easy." "What was that?"
    "It was a very stunning example of sexual pleasure. It's called an orgasm or a climax."
    "Can it occur more than once?"
    "Yes, it can occur over and over."
    She gazed at the ceiling, disconcerted and wondering if a person could become addicted. Was it like a dangerous drug? Would she be chasing after him, cornering him in dark alcoves and demanding he do it again?
    "Did I... did I... cry out?" "Very loudly."
    "Aah! Do you suppose anyone heard me?" "Let's hope not."
    He adjusted her dress, covering her; then he snuggled her onto her side and spooned himself to her. They cuddled in the quiet, and it was the most precious, most splendid moment of her life. She shut her eyes, absorbing every smell, every sound when, in a slow, deliberate motion, he flexed against her bottom.
    "I'm so hard for you," he muttered, and he quivered, seeming distraught.
    The comment puzzled her, and she tried to rise up and turn around, but he wouldn't let her.
    "What do you mean—you're hard?'
    "Lie still." He pushed her down.
    "Jordan!"
    "I told you to lie still!" "Why should I?"
    "Because I want you—in such a thoroughly masculine fashion—that if you wiggle your ass at me one more time, I can't say what I might do."
    "I don't understand you, at all."
    "I wouldn't expect you to."
    "Quit talking in riddles. I detest it."
    He took another leisurely flex, and he moaned.
    "Are you in pain?"
    "Yes."
    "Can I help you?" "No."
    She elbowed him in the ribs. "Don't be such a grump." "When I'm this miserable, I can't act any other way." She froze. Was he claiming he hadn't enjoyed what they'd done? Was he hinting that he'd found her lacking in her amorous abilities? For pity's sake, she was a spinster! How could she know any different?
    She struggled around enough so that she could frown at him.
    "Why would you be miserable? As I am the one who's been ravaged, you'd better say something nice. And be quick about it!"
    "Stop looking at me like that."
    "Like what?"
    "You have the most seductive eyes." "I do?"
    "You make me want to take you and damn the consequences."
    "Take me how?"
    He sighed with exasperation. "I've never been in bed with a virgin before, so I didn't realize it could be so tedious."
    "What a horrid thing to tell me." She scrambled away to