Free Ecstasy by Lora Leigh Page A

Something
had the audacity of troubling her happiness, but she didn't know what. She
concluded that it must be men's fault. It usually is. When they do something,
it's generally wrong. And if they do nothing, it's just as wrong. Ignoring a
woman is the worse thing a man could do.
     
    Her
dreams were suddenly interrupted when Carl made his way in her little office.
Dressed in navy blue pants with an unbuttoned white shirt, Carl seemed
surprisingly attractive to her.
    "Is
your phone turned off?" he demanded to know.
    Jennifer
tried to disengage both her mind and body from the lusty world of the past half
an hour, but her efforts didn't seem too successful.
    "Ah,
no! I don't believe so," she answered as she checked her cell.
    "I've
called you three times in the last hour."
    "Oh,
Carl, I am sorry. I had it on silence as I was working on this paper."
    "Ok.
Never mind that. There is an social innovation conference up in Sacramento tomorrow and I need you to go with me. Monica Schaeffer's
coming, too. It will only be the three of us. You can make it, right?"
    "Sure.
How long will it last?"
    "We'll
be there for three days. I'll let you know what hotel we're going to stay
in."
    "Ok.
No problem. Is there something in particular I need to prep for it?"
    Carl
paused for a minute.
    "Let
me get back to you on that later today," he answered her curtly and walked
out of her office just as fast as he came in.

 
    ♥♥♥♥♥
     
    Craig
was looking forward to his evening with Monica. It's been a long time since
they spent the night together all to themselves at home and he liked that
intimacy with her. It wasn't all about sex, although sex was great when it came
about. He remember someone saying that sex twice or three times a week was the
sign of a healthy relationship. Monica gave him sex at least once a day. Their
relationship was great so far or until recently, anyway.
    He
didn't think her love for him changed or sunsetted somehow, but he couldn't
understand why she would tease him sexually so much lately. She knew damn well
he wanted her body and he proved it every day. Yet she would arouse every
sexual cell in him, she would bring him to the edges of splendid climatic
orgasms and then...then she would just stop. She would let him cool off for a
few minutes, then she'd work him over for another hour just to do it all over
again. And she knew how to do it with an almost diabolic accuracy. Once, she
brought him into the start of an orgasm just to squeeze his testicles as he was
about to come. It didn't hurt but it felt extraordinarily unpleasant and she
knew every bit of it.
    She
knew the man's body but especially his body all too well and he knew that. He
recalled the endless nights they spent together in college, both naked in his
room with an anatomy book in their lap and a porn movie on their TV, studying
the human reproductive system and explaining to each other how to best get the
most out of each other's orgasms. He recalled the first time she swallowed his
sperm and the joy of satisfaction on her face. He recalled how he satisfied her
one night by licking her clit until she screamed so loud that the campus police
got called on them. He remembered all these things about her and he knew she
was dissatisfied with something. He just didn't know what and couldn't put his
finger on it.
    The
lock turned and the door opened and Monica made her way in his apartment. She
sported a bottle of his preferred Gentleman Jack and he understood her message
well. It was going to be a hot night. 'I just hope she'll also take me down,
not just build me up,' he commented to himself.
    "Well,
hello darling! I see you're more than ready for me," she exclaimed
happily.
    "I
am always ready for you, dear, but you know that already. How was your
day?"
    "It
wasn't bad. We have a conference tomorrow in Sacramento and
I have to go."
    "For
how long?"
    "About
three days. Do you want to come with me? You know, if you come you might just
get to cum," she smiled