Bray Array - The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 19

He shook his head, “I get paid enough through this. I just like fighting fires and they need all the help they can get.”

“Have you ever thought of becoming a fire fighter?”

He laughed, “I am a fire fighter. I just volunteer my services. I went through training to be qualified. I chose not to opt for that route. I like computer programming and it’s more lucrative in pay.”

She nodded as he motioned toward the kitchen, “Those steaks should be good now. Do you know how to fire a propane grill or will you blow my house up?”

She laughed, “You might want to operate the grill. I’ll grab the meat.”

A gleam slammed into his eyes as the sexual tension shot up, causing her face to reddened, “…the steaks!”

He pulled her up with a laugh, “Oh… you can grab any of my meat any time. It’s all good.”

The minute their throaty tones hit the air, her breath hung and an ache shot straight through her. She grabbed his shirt, “Chad, you’re driving me nuts here.”

He nodded as a wild look flew over his face and pulled her to him. She scrambled into his arms and forgot all about the steaks. The only hunger she needed to feed was for him. His frantic movements were all the communication she needed.

Amidst their curses, clothing hit the floor until both were rolling over them. She heaved under him, desperately begging for him but was hell-bent on tasting every inch of him. Since he held the advantage in strength, she writhed under him while helplessly panting as he drove her desire off the charts.

Crazed and desperate for him, she wailed, “Chad, please! I want to taste…”

He licked his way from her clit to her nipples, driving into her, “You can taste later! I want your pussy now!”

She dragged nails down his arm as her body went limp. He cradled her to him and moaned raggedly over her lips, “Damn, Dana, what’d you do to me?”

She gazed at the emotions flying over his face, “Same thing you did to me! Set my blood on fire!”

She grabbed his face and kissed him hard, grinding her hips into his as his eyes widened. Shoving a hand into her hair, he groaned in her mouth as his cock jerked inside her. She whimpered as he deepened the kiss while her hips bucked under him.

He lifted her off the floor and carried her into his bedroom before toppling them both onto the bed. Rising above her but still embedded deep within, he said, “I’ve never asked another woman to move in with me but here goes…”

“Yes!”

His jaw dropped while she bit her lip. He took her face in his hands as emotions flitted across his but, seeing his reluctance, she said it first, “Yeah… that ‘L word’ is on the tip of my tongue and I don’t mean ‘like’.”

He grinned and hugged her to him, “That’s a fucking relief! I’m so glad you’re a fan of lasagna too!”

She slapped his back, giggling as he rumbled with laughter. He lifted her off the bed and, while walking to the shower, said, “I’m a wimp at heart when it comes to that word.”

She whispered, “I love you,” over his lips, causing a wide smile to appear but he responded, “Ditto.”

Her eyes narrowed, “You’ve never said that to anyone, have you?”

“Sure I have. My family.”

She rolled her eyes but he grew serious, “We just need to slow down a bit here. Give me today. We’ll have lasagna tomorrow.”

She laughed but nodded, realizing by his expression that he felt the same but was really too scared to say the words.

After they showered and ate steaks, they tumbled back into bed where she announced, “It’s my turn to drive you over the edge.”

“Dana, the minute you panicked your way down my ladder from the apartment…”

Grinning, she bit her way down his stomach and breathed over his cock, “Allow me to climb this ladder!”

by Bonnie Robles

Ramon and Selma Vasquez were new to New York. After living in Liverpool for so long, Ramon had finally got a transfer and though the two were eager to leave the UK, there was just something about the States that made them shudder. They had to make new friends. It was a bit awkward for Selma since she had always fancied voyeurism and she was not sure whether they would run into Americans who liked that sort of thing.

Selma was a tall woman, quite curvy for a white woman. She had huge breasts; people usually mistook them for implants. Though her ass was not the huge J-lo bum, she still had a package to be proud of. Ramon was a thick haired man of Hispanic origin and Selma always told him that his body was more built for a Calvin Klein underwear shoot than normal clothes.

On the second day after the move, Selma was busying herself unpacking boxes when Ramon got out of the shower. She had resorted to unpacking in the living room because the two barely got any work done in the bedroom. She thought that a crowded living room would crowd Ramon’s judgment.

he smiled up at him when she saw him walking towards her; he had not bothered to secure his manhood behind a towel. She suddenly noticed that he had a semi hard-on going on. She rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“We spent the day in bed yesterday,” she said looking at him. “We are not doing this today,” she said as she sorted the clothing.

“Baby, come on,” he said walking towards her. “I have a whole eight days before reporting to work,” he added as he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Yeah and at this rate, we won’t be settled even then,” she said. Even though she longed to have her husband’s cock buried inside her, she needed to put her foot down. Ramon could fuck like a god and she loved that about her husband but sometimes he acted more like a horny teenager than a responsible husband.

“What do we do about this then?” he asked as he pressed his cock into her bum. She turned around and sat on the bed.

“I could let you have your fun with the twins,” she said opening a button or two of her blouse. Ramon smiled.

“Yeah, baby,” he said reaching to touch her generous breasts. She leaned back, denying him the pleasure.

“Or, I could do this,” she said taking him inside his mouth without any warning. Ramon breathed a long low wow as she expertly sucked on his cock, making it harder as she went on. He looked down as he disappeared into her mouth over and over again. He closed his eyes as he savored the pleasure he was getting from her oral service. For a married couple, these two were still too much into sex but then again, no one was complaining. He was still in the glory of the moment when they heard a female voice.

“Ahem,” came the voice. Ramon grabbed a cushion and held it against his manhood after Selma pulled away. The two looked at a curvy brunette and a tall man standing at the entrance of the living room. The woman had a bowl in her hands.

“We knocked… the door was open,” she said. Her cheeks were flushed as she talked.

She turned and felt the strength draining form her body as she looked at a brunette and a brown haired man standing at the doorway. The man looked obviously amused catching Ramon with his pants down, or simply naked.

“I’m Claire, this is my husband Don,” she said in an attempt to change the uncomfortable silence. She had a basket in her hands. Selma guessed that was why the room had that freshly baked smell. She looked at the couple still embarrassed and smiled.

“I’m Selma,” she said in a small voice.

“Ramon,” Ramon said looking around for something more decent than a cushion.

“We are your neighbors across the street and…. we’re sorry… we…,” Claire’s voice trailed off. She looked at her husband. “Maybe we should… go?” she said looking at Don. Selma stood up.