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One Hot Fall Term

by Sharon Page

Mia

Sitting tall, I ride Ryan, rocking my hips, milking him with
my hands resting on his rock-hard abdomen. At first, taking him inside stuns
me. He’s so big, his cock so thick and hard, I feel him everywhere. My breath
is long gone. My heart is pounding at bursting speed. My eyes shut as I sink
down on him—down, down, until his cock is all the way inside me. I can’t move.
I swear it feels like his erection is in so deep and so high it’s touching my
heart.

His lashes fall over his eyes, his face contorts as my hips
come down, swallowing up his huge, beautiful shaft. When I reach the very
bottom, and my ass touches his thighs, we both stay there motionless. Our eyes
meet.

There’s moment when the world stops. When I don’t move.
Where I’m not working to drive him to ecstasy or working at making this good.
It’s a moment where we just…

Connect.

It’s…

Amazing. But I don’t want him to see too deeply into me. I
lift on him, drawing up on his cock until the head is just inside me, then I
sink down again. But that doesn’t distract Ryan. His blue-eyed gaze burns me,
it’s so hot.

I close my eyes. Wanting this to be wild for him, I fuck him
hard. The dock boards creak beneath us; water slaps against wood. I lift and
pump down. Each stroke tugs my pussy lips, the tension teases my clit, I’m
moaning with the pleasure, but it’s not enough. I love Ryan, and this is
special and beautiful, but I’m not going to…get there.

Unless I play with myself, I never do.

I want him to remember this, no matter what happens. I want
him to lie in bed at his college dorm and fantasize about this night while he
plays with his amazing cock. So I go crazy on him. My moans grow deeper,
louder. I thrust harder, building this for him.

We’re on the dock—anyone could walk out of the cabin, come
down here, and see us. The risk is thrilling. The crazed urgency of this is
hot.

The thing is: he thinks this is my first time. Yet I don’t
know if it is Ryan’s first sexual experience. I suspect it is. He’s never
pushed for more than kissing. We dated for three months before he put his hand
on my breast, and I had to grope his butt first before he tried it.

He fumbled at bit with the condom, though he did it okay.

What if I am his first? I feel a jolt of agony deep in my
pussy at the thought. But the pressure to be spectacular is intense. I fight
constantly to forget my first time. For Ryan, I want his first to be treasured.

I grasp his hands and pull them over his head, so I have him
pinned, and I pump on him, grind on him, do everything I can to fuck his brains
out.

His hips jerk up, thrusting his cock deep into me, lifting
me up in the air. His strength is awesome. It’s time for me to come all over
him. To draw on the best of my acting talents,

I wish this time it could be real. But it won’t be, and he’s
breathing hard, and I want him to come. I sense he’s not going to let go of his
orgasm until he has satisfied me. My moans become desperate cries of agony, as
if I’m climaxing and it’s tearing me apart. But my cries stay carefully quiet
—so no one in the cabin hears me. If anyone comes down, Ryan would stop, I
fear.

God, making sounds like I’m in ecstasy excites me. I’m close,
so very close. But I just can’t get there.

My heart feels full. I’m thrilled to look down on Ryan in
ecstasy, to hear his soft moans. I feel almost satisfied because this is so
incredibly erotic. But my body just doesn’t get off. It just
won’t
.

But I know how to make it look real because, by myself, I
can make myself come until I’m crying from the pure physical sensation. My hips
jerk wildly on him as if my body is going crazy with my pretend orgasm. I buck
and writhe and toss my head, and come dangerously close to smacking it into his
chin, to look like I’m out of control with pleasure. I grip his hands hard.

Ryan lets out a restrained groan. His eyes shut, thick black
lashes resting against his cheek. His hips come up with a power that almost
throws me off him. Suddenly I can feel the heat of him, even with the condom.

Watching him come is a thrill. Watching him in the
aftermath, when he opens his eyes and looks at me like he’s just glimpsed
heaven…I have to swallow hard not to cry.

I release his hands and he puts them at my waist, sliding
them up to caress me. He arches up, his lips soft and ready for a kiss and I
meet him halfway. Then he draws me down on top of him and wraps his arms around
me. My cheek presses to his chest where I feel the thump of his heart and the
weight of his muscular arms on my back feels so good, yet makes me want to cry.

I thought I’d be happy—I could keep the memory of making
love with Ryan in my heart forever.

It just makes letting him go hurt so much more.

~End of Excerpt~

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FALL INTO FOREVER

A New Adult romance

by Beth Hyland

Ivy

A short time later, with Cassidy busy doing laundry and
cleaning the disgusting hallway bathroom, Jon and I are in his room. I grab my
sports bra and head to his private bathroom. I’m not used to changing in front
of him yet.

“Thanks for going to bat for Cassidy,” I tell him.

“I’m glad Tate finally agreed to let her use his bedroom. I
was getting ready to give up my half of this bed to her.”

I hesitate in the doorway and turn around. “Good thing you
didn’t have to do that, because I’m kind of thinking I might want to hook up
with you again tonight. Just sayin’.”

He laughs. “Oh really? Is that all this is?” Suddenly he’s
in front of me. He backs me into the bathroom and lifts me up onto the counter.
I let out a little giggle. I’m thankful this room doesn’t look like the one
down the hall.

“If this is just a hook-up, I might be thinking it’s the
only chance I’ll have to be with you, so I’d better take advantage of the
situation.” He pulls the shirt over my head.

“And you might have to be a little more aggressive, since we
may not have much time. We could be interrupted any minute.”

“Definitely.” His mouth crashes over mine, consuming me. He
manages to slide one of my legs out of my jeans without pulling away from me,
leaving my thong in place. I hear the zip of his fly and the sound of him
rummaging in a nearby drawer.

His lips leave mine just long enough for him to roll on the
condom. His erection, sheathed in flesh-colored latex, juts out at me, thick
and proud. A thrill runs through me knowing where it will be in a moment. He scoots
me to the edge of the counter and moves the thong aside. I cling to his neck as
he lifts me slightly. I feel the tip of him right there.

His crystal blue eyes lock onto mine. “Doing okay, babe?”

I nod, too breathless to form any words. I love that he asks
me that every single time.

“Good.”

In one quick thrust, he fills me completely.

Pleasure shoots through my core so intensely that every
other part of my body goes weak and numb. I cling to his shoulders for
stability, loving the feel of his powerful muscles flexing under my fingers.

With one hand behind me on the counter and the other holding
my hips still, he thrusts into me, fast and feverish. His dark, glistening hair
hangs over his face, just like when I first laid eyes on him. Wild, like an animal,
determined and driven to attain a primitive goal. But this time, that goal is
me.

Arching into him, I let my head fall back and instantly his
hot mouth is on my nipple.

The pressure in my lower belly is unbearable, and I dig my
nails into his shoulders. Just when I think I might break, my inner muscles
tighten around him and incredible waves of pleasure crash over me.

“Holy shit, Ivy,” he says, thrusting even harder and
increasing the intensity of my release. “I’m coming.” Groaning, he grabs a handful
of my hair and buries his face in my neck as he climaxes.

As he holds me, both our bodies trembling, I wonder how it’s
possible to feel this in tune with another human being. Joined like this, we
are one flesh, one mind, one thought.

He nuzzles my ear. “God, that was intense, Ivy.”

“Same.”

“Sorry if I pulled your hair.”

“If you did, I must’ve liked it. Sorry if I scratched your
back.”

He lifts his head but doesn’t pull out. “Don’t be. I like
your marks on me.”

“I’d say that was a pretty damn good hookup,” I tease,
rubbing my bare foot over his bare ass. “Who knew two strangers could be so
compatible?”

He gets that devilish glint in his eye that I’m really
growing to love. “I wouldn’t mind doing this again sometime. What’s your name?
Can I get your number?”

It seems funny to be having this conversation when he’s
still buried inside me. I scratch my head and pretend to be thinking aloud.
“Hmmm. Should I give him a real name or a fake name?”

“Just as long as the number is real, I don’t care what your
name is.”

I smack him on the butt with my foot. He laughs and pulls
out of me. I watch while he disposes of the condom, his penis still semi-erect
and glistening.

He catches me looking at him. “What?”

“Nothing,” I say, jumping off the counter. “You’re just
really beautiful. That’s all.”

He hikes up his jeans, covering that awesome tight ass of
his, then exits the bathroom, grinning.

~ End of Excerpt ~

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