Free Succulent by Marie Page A

He wanted so
badly to bury himself in her but at the same time he wondered what
she had in mind.
    Josie served him a dinner that was
absolutely too good to be true. She was a great cook but it seemed
like his senses were heightened. The savoriness of the meat was
savorier. The sweet corn was sweeter and the green beans were
earthier. Even the bread tasted fluffier.
    Grayson didn’t eat to fullness. He didn’t
want anything to hinder her plans. He noticed she didn’t eat much
either. Most of the meal she watched him. Drank him in and pressed
her bottom to the chair constantly as if staving off what ever was
brewing between those delicious thighs.
    Josie stood walking to him slowly. Grayson
wiped his lips and wiped his hand on his napkin. She took his hand
standing him up and leading him out to the open space between the
living room and dinning room. Josie looped her arms around his neck
giving him a peck. Between her dress, that little kiss and the
Isley Brothers playing on the radio, he could take her down like a
lion on a gazelle.
    “I think the universe knows how tonight is
going to be.” She said softly.
    “Why?” Grayson whispered. She grinned
knowing how worked up he was and that made her happy. She still got
to him after nearly fifteen years together.
    “Because this song gets you going.” She
smiled.
    “It sure as hell does and right now I’m
losing my fucking mind.” Grayson moved in for a kiss but she
stopped him.
    “Let me get dessert and then I’ll take you.”
She said in a sexy voice that hit every nerve in his body. He
cleared his throat.
    “That, uh, that’s so wrong.” He said. Josie
laughed and walked away. Grayson stood there a moment watching her.
Ready, all too ready, to peel that thong off and feast on her. He
finally turned and walked back toward the hall.
    Josie prepared dessert but Grayson had no
clue he was her dessert. She had plans for his body. Grayson was
excited thinking of peeling that dress from her luscious body. He
was absolutely hard as a rock.
    Grayson made a pit stop to bathroom to
freshen up. He walked into the room to find the candles flickering,
casting the room in a warm sensual glow. Anita Baker was ending.
The red satin sheets glowed fiery in the light of the candles. On
the chair by the window the love straps, black silk blindfold, and
gag where hanging over the arms of the chair. A big fluffy purple
feather laid on the seat. He stepped in knowing this was going to
be quite night.
    She walked in with a tray with bowls of warm
chocolate sauce, strawberries and whipped cream on top. Grayson
stood as she sat the tray on the night table. Her eyes raised to
him flashing with fire and passion. Josie walked back to the door
closing it quietly and walking back his way in slow seductive
strides.
    “I’ve been imagining this for two years.”
She said huskily. “You’re mine tonight.” She slipped her hands
under his shirt and up his abs. “I won’t stop until I drink you
dry.” Josie kissed him so warm and deep, he moaned. Her hands slid
up his back, her nails digging into his skin. Grayson moaned
sliding his tongue over hers. She broke the kiss giving him gentle
pecks.
    “Drink me?” He whispered. Josie nodded
pulling his nightshirt over his head.
    “Lay down.” She whispered. He did laying
against the pillows. She tied his hands and took off his pants and
boxers. She gave him a quick hungry suckle that made him cry her
name. She then tied his ankles to the bed the way he had tied her
the other night. Josie stood slowly looking at him, her hips moving
slowly to the music. Seducing him into watching them, into yearning
to feel their power.
    She danced for him seductively as she
stripped off her clothes. Grayson’s eyes were like saucers as he
watched her. She stripped the dress away dancing before him in her
bra, thong and stilettos. Grayson bit his lip hard, straining to at
least loosen the ties but they were tight on his wrist. He watched
her drop it and moaned