Ecstasy

He quickly stripped off his t-shirt and jeans and then stepped into the warm water. He stood in the tub, his c**k thick and hard and ready to plunge into Candace’s dripping cunt.

“Don’t you dare come until I tell you to,” she said as she kneeled in the tub and while he was still standing up, she took the head of his c**k into her mouth lightly ran her tongue over it, tasting him.

Then she slid more of his penis into her mouth and he felt his head pushing up against the back of her throat. She sucked against his shaft while she held his balls in her hands.

“Candy, I won’t be able to-” he began to say when he didn’t think he could take it any longer, and she took her sweet lips off of his c**k and pulled him down into the tub.

“Do me doggy,” she said, and turned over so that her br**sts were pressed up against the cool tile surrounding the tub and her ass was flared up from the rim.

Charlie kneeled behind her. “If the teacher insists.”

He reached one hand around between the tile and her torso to cup and squeeze her br**sts and the other around to swirl her swollen clit.

And then he did what he’d wanted to do since the beginning of lesson one, and rammed his c**k hard into Candace’s pu**y.

His balls were swinging into her thighs and she reached around to cup them in her hands. “Harder, Charlie. Harder!” she demanded as she pushed her ass tighter to his hips, wiggling and moaning.

He couldn’t remember the last time his c**k had been so distended, so engorged. As he felt his c**k begin to contract, he pressed his palm against her swollen, firm clit and pumped his hand against her mound.

“Oh god, Candy, you’re so hot, so wet,” he groaned.

The water was cold by the time she wrung the last drop of come out of him. They untangled their bodies and got up to take a shower.

As he dried her off with a thick towel, she smiled at him and said, “Thanks for the five great mentoring sessions,” and kissed him softly on his lips, letting her tongue merge with his.

Pulling back from her mouth, Charlie said, “Candy, there’s something I need to tell you,” at the very exact time she said, “Charlie, there’s something I’ve been meaning to say to you.”

They laughed and kissed again. “You first,” he said, and tried to get his heart to stop pounding so damn hard in his chest as he waited for her to speak.

Suddenly looking shy and unsure, she forced herself to look into his eyes and said, “First of all, I want you to know how much I’ve enjoyed working with you this week. And even though I know these were just supposed to be lessons for me to write better erotica, the truth is...”

Her words fell away and Charlie swallowed hard once.

Taking a deep breath she started again. “The truth is, Charlie, I’m in love with you.”

Charlie had never been happier. He put his arms around her waist and spun her around in a circle in his large bathroom, their towels falling into a heap on the floor.

Breathless with joy, he said, “Candy, I love you too, and it’s been killing me not telling you all week.”

She reached her hands up around the back of his head and kissed him passionately. He swept her up into his arms, walked into the bedroom, and laid her on his bed.

Where she belonged.

* * *

“Nothing is ever going to come between us,” Charlie said thickly and Candace covered his mouth with hers before he could see the guilt and worry in her eyes.

I’ll tell him about the story soon, she promised herself as she sank deeper into the comfort of Charlie’s arms.

Chapter Twelve

Candace thought back on the incredible night she and Charlie had spent together and smiled, happier than she had ever been. She had taken charge of her own sexuality for once in her life, and told the man she loved how she felt. And to add to the perfection, he felt the same way!

He had wanted her to spend the weekend with him, and she was tempted, but she wanted to finish her story first so that she could overnight it to the judges. Making an excuse about some errands, she promised to be back in his bed by the evening.

Sitting down at her desk, Candace knew exactly how her story needed to end.

Zane watched Jolene play the piano and reminded himself again that his relationship with her would never last, that they came from different worlds, that he would eventually tire of her body.

He was full of shit. Any fool could tell that he was completely, irrevocably, ridiculously in love with the angel-faced girl who sat so primly at the piano in his bar and played jazz standards with all her heart.

The girl who looked like a nun, but made love like a she-devil.

As he served a trio of overly made up, cheaply dressed women sitting at the bar trying to get his attention, he winced and thought about how they used to be just the kind of women he would take home and f**k. Now, just the thought of being with any woman but Jolene disgusted him.

By the time the bar closed that night, he had never been more ready to lock the doors and take Jolene into his arms. But when he looked around the bar for her, she was nowhere to be found.

“Damn it!” he said, angry at her for leaving him alone when he needed her most.

Walking into his office, he found a note on his desk. “Zane. I’ve never stolen anything in my life, but I took the keys to your house and I’ll be waiting there for you, if you want to join me. Jolene.”

He stroked the prickly stubble on his chin and wondered what she was up to. They had been in his house only once, on the way home from the bar, before he dropped her off at her apartment. She knows damn well we only f**k here, in the bar, he thought angrily.

He didn’t want to take her to his bed where he had screwed so many other, meaningless women.

Jolene was special.

He drove his Harley home as if he were a Hell’s Angel. He stomped loudly up his front stairs, hoping he was scaring her just a bit. She was going to get the spanking of her life from him once he got inside, and his c**k hardened as he thought of her soft flesh beneath the palm of his hand. He could already see her ass turning pink under his assault, and could taste her come on his lips.

He turned the knob and the door opened. “Jolene,” he called, but got no answer. She wasn’t in his living room or the kitchen, so he walked down the hall and heard the water running in his master bath.

When he walked into the room, his little nun was lying naked beneath the hot water, smiling wickedly.