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LESSONS
(c) 1998 Adhara Rawcalyn. All rights reserved. Not to be reproduced
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When David walked off the plane and into the terminal, you could have 
sworn the temperature in the airport rose by ten degrees.

He saw me waiting and hurried over, grabbing me in a big bear hug. We 
hadn't seen each other in three years, and I noticed that he certainly 
hadn't changed. Nice shoulders, blue eyes…something flip-flopped inside 
me. I ignored it, or tried to.

We'd slept together -- once, a long time ago. Alone and needy, we'd both 
succumbed to each other one night five years before after drowning our 
respective sorrows in copious amounts of alcohol. Amazingly enough, it 
hadn't affected a friendship that had already been going on for three 
years. We acknowledged it, found some significant others, and moved on.

And now he was here, on business. He'd called a week ago to let me know, 
saying he'd hoped we could get together.

"We have got to hit a restaurant," he said on the way to baggage claim. 
"I'm starving."

"Chinese?"

"You know it."

It was his favorite, so we stopped at the New Mandarin and ordered 
lavishly. Over tea and a spicy cucumber appetizer, he asked, "so who's 
the man in your life?"

I raised my eyebrows as I took a bite. "What makes you think I have 
one?"

"You mentioned it the last time we talked."

"David, that was a year ago."

"Oh." He drowned his confusion in a big gulp of tea. "So fill me in, 
then."

I slumped my chin onto my hand and stared at my plate. "Ben and I broke 
up about four months ago. He got a job offer in D.C."

"And you didn't want to leave Boston." It was a statement, not a 
question.

"We weren't that committed." I bulldozed a pile of cucumber leftovers 
around my plate. "What about you?"

"Remember Caroline?"

I nodded. 

"Well, you can forget her. Been 6 months."

The bitterness in his voice told me not to press too soon for details. 
We were close enough; they'd come later, over our familiar late night 
talks with chips and beer.

Our respective previous years were played out in detail during dinner as 
we caught each other up, both apologizing for not keeping in better 
touch, and both gently reprimanding the other about it. As much as I 
hadn't wanted it to, Ben's name came up repeatedly in conversation. 
Snipping the memories of someone you shared the better part of two years 
with did not come as easy to me as I'd hoped.

"Sarah," David said. "Don't take this the wrong way, but isn't this the 
third guy you've let take you for a ride and then walk out of your life 
like nothing had happened?"

He was never one to mince words.

"He didn't take me for a ride," I griped. My voice wasn't as convincing 
as I was trying to make it. 

"You put the guy through school, he grabs his degree and says, 'See you 
later, hon, it's been great'?"

And he had a way of putting things succinctly.

Thankfully the bill came and I argued about paying for it in order to 
avoid answering him. He knew I wasn't going to and didn't press the 
issue.

"So show me the glorious city of Boston," he said as we got in the car.

The sky was just beginning to get dark as I drove him around, pointing 
out the historical sites and then taking him to the harbor. A year had 
definitely been too long. The time with David passed in the blink of an 
eye, and before I realized it, it was nearly eleven.

"We should get back to my place. You have an early day tomorrow," I 
said.

Reluctantly we headed for home. I'd offered David my spare room so he 
wouldn't have to stay in a hotel. With a smile, I realized how nice it 
would be to have another body in the house, someone to take away the 
crushing silence for a few days. 

We were still chattering as we walked in the door, and, just like we'd 
done all the years before, we walked to the kitchen. He opened the 
fridge and I opened the cabinets. Potato chips and a couple of beers 
were standard issue at this hour for us.

"You're going to make me gain 10 pounds while you're here, you know," I 
said, flopping down on the couch cushions opposite him.

His blue eyes latched themselves onto my body. "I don't think you really 
have to worry," he replied, his voice taking on a tone I hadn't heard 
from him in a very long time. A time, if I remembered correctly, that 
we'd conveniently forgotten about.

We began the deadliest of conversations -- the reminisce. We talked 
about some of his old girlfriends and the odd quirks they had, and gave 
my old boyfriends the same treatment. It was a cathartic release to be 
able to rant about Ben to David, who sat and listened attentively. 
Mostly I looked into the mouth of my second bottle of beer and picked at 
the label. But when I looked up, my eyes met David's. Ice blue and wide 
open, they were like lasers boring into me. It threw off my rhythm.

"Sarah…" David said. A long pause followed. "Have you ever thought about 
us?"

I didn't want him to ask that question, because I didn't want to tell 
him yes. I also didn't want to tell him that it would never work.

"You let too many men walk all over you, Sarah."

I knew, deep down, the truth of what he'd said, but it still raised a 
heat in my throat to hear him say it. "David, look, I --"

Before I could finish, our lips were locked, his tongue intertwining 
with mine. For a second, I gave myself over to it, but then I remembered 
that it was David. I tried to pull back, but before I could break away 
his arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me into him. He came up for 
air a few seconds later.

"You need to learn how to get what you want," he said, his voice quiet 
and commanding, his breath playing over my lips and cheeks. I didn't 
know what to say.

"Tomorrow night," he said, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Tomorrow 
night, I'm going to start to show you how." And with that, he got off 
the couch and walked up the stairs to the spare bedroom, his eyes locked 
on mine with every step.


***


It was about 6:30 in the evening when he walked through the door. The 
entire day had been a jumble of images for me, making me pretty 
unproductive at work, wondering what he'd meant the night before.

"Got a nice dress?" He said, the first words out of his mouth as he 
walked into the living room, where I sat watching the news.

"Yeah, but I thought --"

"Put it on." The tone of his voice left no doubt that this was not open 
to debate. In total confusion, I walked upstairs to change. If it hadn't 
been David…

Considering the warm summer evening in humid Boston, I chose a blue 
cotton sundress and put up my long, black hair, having no idea what was 
going on. When I came back downstairs, David smiled. "Perfect. You look 
great."

 "Where are we going?" I asked, the confusion in my voice overriding any 
annoyance I might have felt.

"We're going to dinner." He spun around in the doorway suddenly, making 
me step back in surprise. "And the next time you ask that question," he 
said with a smile, running his index finger down my neck from my chin to 
my cleavage, "you'd better be firm about it." His finger left behind a 
thin, tingling trail.

He walked to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for me, 
only adding to my confusion. I knew he didn't know Boston; how were we 
supposed to get where we were going, wherever that was? He didn't 
explain, and I wasn't sure if I should ask. I got in, tucking my dress 
around my legs.

He climbed in and started the car up, pulling out of the driveway 
confidently. He seemed to know where he was going. I had a feeling he 
wasn't going to tell me if I asked, so I decided not to bother, but 
instead watched him as he drove. His forehead wrinkled in deep thought 
occasionally as he navigated his way around the city, but eventually we 
pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant. A very expensive 
restaurant. He'd done some research.

"David, I --"

"_Don't talk._" His lips were inches from mine and smiling in a 
way I'd never seen on him before. His blue eyes were soft but the voice 
was hard, as well as quiet. What the hell, I thought. I'd play along. 
This side of David that I'd never seen before was intriguing.

He'd apparently made reservations as we were seated immediately. The 
lighting was dim and romantic, and our table was as far away from the 
rest of the restaurant as possible. If he was planning to kill me, I 
thought, this was as good a place as any.

As soon as we sat, a waiter appeared at our table. Without a single look 
towards me, David ordered both my dinner and his. When the waiter left, 
I looked at him, shocked. "What's the matter?" He said, the traces of a 
smile playing at the edge of his lips. "Don't like me taking control?"

I opened my mouth to protest, but he held up a hand. "Now, what did I 
say earlier?"

This was turning out to be a very strange evening, and I was beginning 
to wonder if I should have invited him to stay.

The food arrived and, despite the fact that I wasn't given the chance to 
order my own meal, turned out to be very delicious. Halfway through the 
silence, David leaned across the table to me.

"Has anyone ever sucked wine from your nipples?"

I looked up in shock. David was a study in the Mona Lisa smile at that 
moment. I opened my mouth again, but he raised an index finger to my 
lips, then moved it to the wineglass in his hand. He circled the rim of 
it delicately with his finger. "Do you have any idea what I want to do 
with you and this glass of red wine?" 

I didn't move; I almost didn't dare to breathe. 

"First, I would take my finger and dab a few drops on your earlobes, 
letting them run slowly down the side of your beautiful neck. Then, when 
they pooled in the dimple of your collarbone, I would lick it dry and 
suck every last drop of wine from your neck and ears."

My eyes were locked onto the glass of Merlot he held between us in both 
of his hands. A slight involuntary warmth began spreading from my 
nipples downward.

"I have you, don't I?" He said, his voice like melted chocolate running 
over my skin. "This is power, Sarah," he went on. "This is control."

He was right; he had me. My pulse was quicker through the rest of the 
meal.

We drove home in silence, my mind racing to figure out what to do with 
the situation. When we walked through the front door, David turned 
around and grabbed me by the waist with both arms, pressing his body 
against mine, my back up against the wall of the hallway. His face was 
millimeters from mine; our lips molecules from touching. "Go upstairs, 
go into your room, undress, and wait there for me."

Any independence of mind I might have had had by now been wiped away. 
With quickened breathing I walked upstairs and did what he had told me 
to do. Moments later, he came into the room.

I'd been naked in front of David before, but never in circumstances like 
this. I felt a slight blush creep into my cheeks as I sat on the bed, 
legs crossed, feeling modest but not necessarily wanting to put my 
clothes back on. I was past that point. I watched him put a bottle of 
red wine and a glass on the floor next to the bed and move toward me, a 
smile on his face. Wearing pants but no shirt, he leaned into me and, 
with one hand, pushed me gently back onto the bed. By now, my breathing 
would have made someone think I had just run a mile. 

I was dancing on the edge of panic; this shouldn't be happening, I 
thought. This is David. But it was happening, and I was enjoying it. I 
closed my eyes and arched my hips up toward him. 

"Ah, ah, ah," he sung out softly, moving to hold my arms above my head. 
"You're begging. You want control, remember?"

I bit my bottom lip to keep from practically whimpering. Then I felt 
something soft around my wrists, which by now were above my head and in 
David's left hand. I strained my eyes upward to see one of my silk 
scarves being tied around my wrists and then around the metal curves of 
the brass bed I slept in. 

For a moment, I was too petrified to move. I'd never been tied before; I 
was always passive to begin with. But the loss of control was both 
terrifying and exhilarating. And I trusted David completely.
David stood up and lit the two candles I had on my dresser and 
nightstand, and shut off the bedroom light. He sat on the bed next to me 
as I lay helpless, the glass of wine in his hand. Without a word, he 
dipped his index finger into the blood red liquid and brought it to a 
nipple. 

The wine was cool to the touch compared to my skin, which by now was on 
fire, and I closed my eyes with a gasp. I felt the drop slide slowly 
down my breast, and I begged silently for him to catch it with his 
tongue. No such luck. I opened my eyes to see him dip his finger again, 
this time running it slowly around my nipple, getting it good and wet. 
This was too much; I bit my bottom lip, closed my eyes, and sucked in my 
breath, arching my back to meet his finger. Suddenly I felt his mouth on 
me, sucking the wine from my hard nipple, his teeth teasing at it a 
little more. An uncontrollable moan came out of me as I rolled my head 
back and tried desperately to pull my arms down, but the inability to do 
so only made my excitement more intense. As he sucked, I felt his 
fingers trail down my skin past my navel. They were wet with the wine, 
although now it wasn't needed. His fingers brushed over my clit and I 
nearly screamed, arching my back as far as it would go to meet him.

He set the glass of wine back on the floor and took off his pants. He 
climbed over me, his breath rasping quickly against cheek. He slid a 
hand under the small of my back and pulled me up to him as he entered 
me. I was uncontrollable. I thrust up to meet him as he slid as far into 
me as he could go. I wanted so badly to wrap my arms around him, but the 
silk scarves kept my hands tied to the headboard, and I pulled against 
them to bring my hips to David's, not caring if they tore or stretched. 

I was unbelievably close. Within minutes, I could feel myself on the 
verge of orgasm, and as the moment came I threw my head back and moaned, 
bucking against David. He groaned as I came, thrusting himself harder 
into me and pulling me up to him as much as he could. A few seconds 
later, he crushed his hips into mine with a gasp as his teeth sunk 
lightly into my neck. It sent a shock from the top of my spine down to 
my toes.

He slid to the side of me, both of us gasping for breath. With one hand 
he reached up and unknotted the scarves, freeing my wrists. All they 
could do, however, was lay limply above me. 

Then David's lips were on mine. He kissed me, lightly biting my bottom 
lip, and said, "tomorrow night, lesson two." And then, he got up and 
went into the spare bedroom, closing the door behind him.


***


It took every ounce of energy to concentrate at work the next day. I had 
to make excuses for the strange smile on my face, and I breathed a sigh 
of relief when it was time to go home. But when I did, I remembered that 
I had lesson two to look forward to, whatever that was. And David would 
be home soon.

An hour after I got home, David waltzed through the door with a smile. 
"Dinner again tonight," he said.

I hesitated. "David…" He didn't stop me. "You don’t have to take me out 
to dinner every night that you're here, you know. I can cook."

He smiled and simply motioned for me to go upstairs, presumably to get 
dressed for dinner. So I did.

The short walk to the car was exquisite agony; I wanted so badly to grab 
David, run my hands over his body, feel his running over mine. But I 
couldn't, even after the previous night's experience. The night before 
still seemed too unreal to me. 

The restaurant was different this time, but no less elegant than the one 
we'd been to the previous night. And this time, I'd received no orders 
not to talk. When the waiter arrived, David looked at me expectantly, 
and I ordered my meal. 

While we ate, David made small talk. I sat almost on the edge of my 
seat, waiting for him to grab my libido by the reins and steer me in the 
direction he wanted. But there was nothing even close to the episode 
from the night before. And I could tell he knew I was waiting for it. 
The tension dripped from us like sweat.

The ride home was uneventful as well, only heightening my anticipation. 
I thought my heart would leap out of my rib cage if he didn't do 
something. And when we walked through the front door and into the 
hallway, he said, "I think I might turn in early tonight."
I stood there like a statue, not knowing what to do or say. I searched 
for something, but nothing came out of my throat. He turned and smiled, 
sly and wicked, and walked back toward me. With both hands he pulled my 
waist to him, and put his lips a hair's breadth from my ear. "If you 
want it, take it. Take control." His barely audible voice trickled 
lightly into my ear. I swallowed hard, feeling my heart beat faster 
against his chest. I raised my lips to his and kissed him, running my 
tongue over his as my hands reaching up at the same time around his 
back. I felt him push against me ever so slightly. He broke the kiss. 
"What is it you want, Sarah?" he whispered.

"You," I said, my voice almost cracking. "I want you."
"Then let's go upstairs."

I followed him up the stairs and into my bedroom, where I grabbed his 
arm, turning him around. I pulled him to me and kissed him again, 
running my hands from his shoulders to his crotch.

"That's it," he said with a moan. Then he pulled me over to the bed and 
on top of him so I straddled his hips as we kissed even harder. I felt 
his fingers unzip the back of my dress, pulling it down to my waist, and 
then expertly undo every hook in my bra. Then he slipped it off. 

I frantically untucked his shirt from his pants and unbuttoned it, 
throwing it off of him toward some corner of the room. As I unzipped and 
unbuttoned his pants, I slid down off of him and onto the floor, pulling 
them off as I went. I smiled when I saw that he was wearing dark blue 
bikini briefs that were pulled tight against his erection. I pulled them 
down past his hips as he arched upward to make it easier, and as soon as 
they were off, I moved in for a lick.
With a gasp, he ran his fingers into my hair and gently pulled me back. 
"No," he breathed. "Not yet." He pulled me back up so that I straddled 
him again, and as he gently bit my neck I felt something soft being 
placed into my hand. It was the scarves. "Take control," he said softly. 
"Make me have to ask for it."

I stopped cold; I couldn't do this. I had never made the first move 
before, never mind tied someone up. He must have felt my hesitation; he 
leaned back, putting his wrists together behind his head. "You can do 
it," he whispered.

I looked into his eyes -- he wanted me to do it; his eyes were 
practically begging for it. In a surge of courage I leaned forward, 
gently wrapping the scarves around his wrists and tying them to the 
headboard. I struggled for a moment, trying not to worry about what kind 
of knot I was tying. Finally, it was done.

I leaned down and kissed him. His tongue reached into my mouth as far as 
it would go, and suddenly I realized that he was helpless. I could do 
anything I wanted to him. The thrill shot through me like a bolt of 
lightning. I had him.

The nervousness had not completely left me, though; I still wasn't sure 
what to do. So as I kissed him, I ran my hand down his stomach and 
between his legs, pulling at him and stroking him gently. A tiny moan 
escaped his lips while he squirmed under me. "Sarah…" He said, his voice 
trailing off into nothing. 

I knew what to do. I started by kissing his neck, gently nibbling the 
softness of his earlobes while he gasped for breath. I moved down to his 
shoulders, shoulders I'd always secretly lusted after, and bit softly 
into his collarbone, feeling his hips arch up in sudden movement. I 
moved further down. My tongue traced out small circles on his pecs, then 
moved to his right nipple, which was as hard as a pebble. I licked at it 
gently and sucked it between my lips. I could feel the bed shift as he 
pulled hard on the scarves. I didn't know how much longer I could tease 
him, but I was determined to bring him to the edge.

I moved even further. Just above his navel I licked and nibbled before 
moving slowly down, nearly to his crotch. But as he arched upward to 
meet me, I shifted to the left and began kissing and licking the skin on 
the inside of his groin. By now, he was sounding like a wild animal in 
heat. I knew that if I untied him then, he would be unstoppable. The 
power I held over him was intoxicating.
I licked my way down the inside of his groin to the top of his thigh and 
nibbled some more. I let my hands roam over him lightly, playing his 
ribs like a piano, causing him to gasp for air, and grazing over the 
more secretive parts of his body. 

"Oh, God…" He said, sounding like a man in desperate need of the 
Almighty. "Please…please don't tease me anymore."

Like him, I couldn't stand it much longer. The wetness and the heat 
between my legs was too much to bear, but I didn't want to satisfy 
myself just yet. I raised myself up and moved to his crotch, sliding his 
cock into my mouth as far as it would go.

I thought he was going to come right then. Instead, he moaned loudly and 
arched his hips, pulling against the scarves, just as I'd done, to slide 
himself as far back as he could. I matched his rhythm as much as I could 
for a few moments.

"Please, Sarah…" He moaned. I felt his legs push against me, directing 
me to straddle him.

I slid myself up along his chest, biting him gently as I went, and 
straddled him, sliding him into me. I watched him, eyes closed and mouth 
slightly open, as I ground against him. I watched his wrists strain 
against the scarves on the headboard, threatening to break. His moans 
got louder; I knew he was close. Within only a couple of minutes, he 
threw his head back and bucked his hips against mine, then collapsed on 
the bed.

The knowledge that I'd caused such incredible arousal in him, the feel 
of so much power, was too much. I held his arms as I rode him harder, 
coming only moments after him. As I gasped for breath, I lay down on his 
chest, then reached up and unknotted the scarves.
As soon as his wrists were free, he grabbed me around the waist and 
flipped me over. He covered my neck in kisses and whispered. "Tomorrow 
night. The final exam."


***


I knew what he was expecting. It was his last night in town, and I had 
an entire meal prepared before he walked through the front door.
"We're not going out, I take it?" He asked, walking into the kitchen.

"No. Tonight we're staying in." I tossed him a smile.

I'd set the dining room table and had lit two candles to set the mood. I 
handed him a dish. "Put this on the table, sit down, and wait for me. 
And don't move," I said to him. I could see him swallow hard as he 
smiled.

When I sat at the table a few moments later, he opened his mouth to say 
something. 

"_Don't talk._"

The look on his face was priceless. But underneath, I could see that he 
was enjoying it immensely.

We sat through the meal in silence. But it wasn't the dinner that was 
special; it was dessert. When we'd finished, I got up slowly from the 
table and carried the few dishes that were on it into the kitchen, 
leaving him a look that made it clear he was not to move or speak.
When I returned, I was carrying two dishes and the silk scarves.
If eyes could moan, his would have at that moment. I placed the dishes 
on the table in front of him and hiked my dress up to my waist, and then 
straddled him. I reached behind myself, grabbed the silk scarves, and 
began tying his hands behind him.

I had never realized before that the ladder-back chairs I owned would 
serve such a purpose; they were perfect. Butterflies momentarily 
flittered around in my stomach as I thought, can I do this? I pushed 
them aside. I was having too much fun.

With my eyes locked on his I pulled the scarves to be sure they were 
snug, eliciting a small gasp from David. Then I reached behind to the 
table again and took a strawberry from one bowl and took the bowl of 
whipped cream into the other hand. Never letting my eyes drop from his, 
I swirled the berry into the cream and held it to his lips. He took a 
generous bite and swallowed. 

With the juice of the strawberry running down my fingers -- I'd made 
sure they were very ripe -- I slowly traced a line from his chin to the 
hollow of his neck. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. I went 
in, sucking on his skin to get all of the juice and running my lips and 
tongue down his neck to finish it. I could feel him getting harder under 
me as my crotch pressed against his. I popped the rest of the strawberry 
in his mouth and, after he swallowed it, grabbed his face between my 
hands and kissed him, hard. He whimpered lightly. Something other than 
my usual self was beginning to take over, and I was enjoying it.

I put the bowl of whipped cream on the table and began to unbutton his 
shirt, running my hands over his chest. "My, my," I said softly. "This 
will get sticky with all of this strawberry juice. We can't have that, 
now can we?" He smiled and closed his eyes.

I leaned down and followed with my tongue behind my hands as they 
unbuttoned his shirt. I couldn't take it off of him as I'd already tied 
his wrists, but that only made it more exciting. I was going to take 
only what clothes I needed to off of him. I, however, would be 
completely naked. But he wouldn't be able to put a finger on me. I 
wasn't sure how long I was going to last myself.

I stood up and began unzipping his pants, gently pushing my hands up to 
get him to lift up off the seat so I could pull them down. Afterwards, I 
stepped back and slowly began taking off my sundress, and then my bra, 
and finally my panties. He seemed to be sweating in the dim light of the 
candles.

When I straddled him again, he let out a soft moan, so I placed a finger 
against his lips. "You won't be talking until I say you can talk." His 
breathing picked up.

I grabbed the bowl of whipped cream again and dipped my index finger 
into it, swirling it around slowly so as to thoroughly cover it in the 
stuff. I brought it up and touched it to his lips. When he opened them, 
I put my finger into his mouth. He sucked on it, rolling his tongue 
around it to get all of the whipped cream. I stifled a slight moan from 
myself.

I dipped it again, only this time I dragged my finger across his chest, 
covering it in whipped cream. His eyes closed and he let his head loll 
back as I leaned down and licked every last bit of it off of him. 

For the next few minutes I worked my way down with the whipped cream, 
but I didn't repeat the fun from the night before. Instead, I sat up 
again and dipped my finger into the bowl once more. Watching my every 
move, David seemed about to burst. I took my finger and covered my right 
nipple in whipped cream. As I leaned up toward him, I almost expected 
him to literally devour me, and I nearly fainted from excitement. "We're 
going to finish every bit of cream in this bowl tonight, aren't we?" I 
said to him, my voice struggling to appear in control.

He nodded and moaned, licking every bit of it off of me.

I spread whipped cream over both of my breasts, on my neck, anywhere 
I could, and I let him lick it off, but I always pulled away before he 
could do anything else. Finally, the excitement was too much. I reached 
behind him and untied the scarves.

As soon as they were off of him, He sprung out of the chair with me in 
his arms, and, in one fluid motion, pushed everything on the table 
aside. Before I knew it I was on the table on my back, with him over me, 
pulling at his clothes. As soon as they were off, he dipped his fingers 
into the bowl of whipped cream and them decorated my pussy with it. Then 
he went in to lick it off.

I thought I would scream. I grabbed his hair and held him there for a 
moment, but neither one of us could stand it any longer. He came up to 
pushed my legs back and slid into my in one fluid motion. 
I was glad for living in a house and not an apartment, as we were loud 
enough to wake the dead. He rocked against me as I grabbed his hips, 
trying to pull him into me as far as he could go. One hand braced the 
small of my back, while the other held my breast as he sucked at the 
nipple. I couldn't hold back any longer; I came hard, pulling at him and 
throwing my head back. He wasn't long behind me.
As he caught his breath and leaned over me, I raised my head to his. 
"I'm not through with you yet," I growled.

He smiled and carried me up to the bedroom.


***


I was dimly aware of sunlight streaming in through the curtains. With a 
gasp I woke up, realizing that it had to be late. David's plane was due 
to leave at 7 am. Had I overslept?

In a panic, I sat up in bed, finding a note on the pillow next to mine. 
I picked it up.


_Dear Sarah,

You were sleeping so soundly I didn't want you to have to wake up to 
take me to the airport, so I shut off your alarm and caught a cab.

You're too good to let someone else rule your life. I knew you had it 
in you to take control -- I just wanted to bring it out. Don't let 
anyone direct your life but you. Remember, if you can take control here, 
you can do it in any part of your life.


Love,
David_



I leaned back into my pillow and smiled. It would be a while before I'd 
see him again, but the few days he'd spent with me would not be one I'd 
soon forget. 	



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