Free Club Fantasy by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd Page A

had just been. Glen had never been interested in oral sex and she thought she didn’t care about it either. What difference could it possibly make whether it was fingers or a tongue, but she was wrong. God, very wrong. The feel of Toby’s mouth on her was electric, causing shafts of pleasure to rocket from her cunt to her nipples and back again. It was all she could do not to scream.
    When she thought she’d had as much as she could take, he continued, adding his clever fingers to his mouth, filling her and driving her upward, only to relax and let her down so he could push her up again. “God, I can’t stop it,” she said, knowing she would climax in moments. Quickly he put on another condom and plunged into her again, his cock as hard as it had been before. His teeth pulled at her nipple and his fingers found her clit as she exploded and felt him join her.
    Spasms rocked her for several minutes, then finally her body calmed. “That was unbelievable,” she said, still panting. “No one ever—”
    â€œDon’t think about others. Just concentrate on enjoying what we did,” he said, still playing with her cunt.
    She’d had enough and gently pushed his hand away. “I’m sure I won’t think of much else for quite a while.”
    Toby grinned. “I love playing like this. That’s why I was so annoyed at myself for rushing before.”
    Jenna’s grin was as self-satisfied as Toby’s. “You certainly made up for it.”
    â€œI’m glad, but you have to promise me that you won’t ever lie to me. If you need or want something, you have to tell me, or show me. Okay?”
    â€œOkay.” Could she actually tell a man what she wanted? Could she have told Glen? Stop it, she yelled in her brain. Glen’s several hundred miles and lots of time from here. Don’t compare!
    â€œIf you think that was the best ever I have a few surprises for you.”
    The phrase I have a few surprises for you echoed in her head until their next date a week later. Now she had no hesitation. She wanted to experience everything and anything Toby could think of. She wanted to learn and play and have fun with her new toy, sex.
    She dressed carefully in a soft flowered, cotton skirt and coordinated soft rose, sleeveless top. It had been in the nineties all week so she left her legs bare and her sandals were easy to slip on and off. She had shopped for an especially sexy panty and bra set in pale pink lace. She was more than ready, wet and throbbing. Toby picked her up and she was slightly disappointed when he didn’t suggest that they skip dinner and get right to dessert.
    Instead, they arrived at the small Indian restaurant where they’d been on their first date and were shown to a banquette table along one wall. Instead of sitting across from her, Toby took the seat beside her, draping the long white table cloth over their laps. “Wine?” he asked.
    â€œWhatever you’d like will be fine with me,” she answered, already soaked, her nipples so tight they almost hurt. Toby ordered a bottle of cabernet and a sip of the deep ruby wine confirmed her previous admiration of his good taste. He ordered an assortment of appetizers and two main courses, bread and raita, the yogurt and cucumber savory she’d enjoyed on their previous visit. He seemed to remember everything she liked.
    They chatted amiably, but it took all of Jenna’s willpower to keep the conversation light. She was feeling itchy and impatient. When the appetizer combo arrived, Toby put a few bites on each of their plates, then picked up a piece of tandoori chicken in his fingers and offered it to her. As she opened her mouth she felt his hand squeeze her thigh beneath the linen tablecloth. He stuffed the bite into her mouth so she was unable to protest but, actually, she doubted she’d have said anything anyway with his fingers sliding up and down the inside of