DearAnnie (3 page)
Authors: Wynter Daniels
Epilogue
Three months later
Alan slipped into bed beside Suzanne and burrowed under the
covers until he was between her legs. He loved waking her like this on the
weekends. Every Sunday for months he’d dreaded that she’d tell him goodbye, but
two weeks had passed without her making any mention of her reevaluation, as she
called it.
She purred her approval as he pushed her thighs apart,
careful to never break contact. Her skin was like satin and he couldn’t get
enough.
He cupped her mound, pressed the spot that always got her
going. Then he started rubbing flesh over bone. She lifted her hips in rhythm
with him and he knew he had her.
She threw back the covers. “You are a naughty, naughty man.”
Her voice was deep and raspy with disuse and it drove him crazy with lust.
“Thank you.” He slid a finger along her damp furls and she
rewarded him with a throaty moan. He couldn’t wait to taste her. He’d just
touched the tip of his tongue to her clit when she backed away.
“Why don’t I take a shower first? Get all freshened up.” She
tried to close her legs but he held fast.
“No way. I want you like this, tasting like a woman.”
He felt the shudder that ran through her. He dipped his head
to her again and stroked his tongue inside her. He took her close to the edge,
but he yearned to be inside her when her climax hit.
Acting fast, he sheathed himself, rolled her onto her side,
then entered her from behind. She was so tight. They made a perfect fit as he
eased inside her. He grasped her hips, pulling, guiding their movement.
Reaching one hand around her, he massaged her pussy until she gasped and cried
out her bliss.
“Oh yes, yes.” She tightened around him. Her pleasure
elevated his. He flipped onto his back and lifted her on top of him. He
pistoned in and out of her and his delight rose higher and higher. Her face
contorted in familiar concentration. As another orgasm hit her, he allowed
himself his own ecstasy.
Suzanne sank her fingernails into his chest. The bite only
heightened his satisfaction.
She collapsed on top of him, her skin damp with sweat, her
heart pounding against his chest. “I think we can go to the month-to-month
plan.”
He grinned. “A whole month, huh? Maybe you’ll even let me leave
more than a toothbrush here now since I’ve been spending every night, huh?”
“Don’t push it, buster.” She snuggled closer. “Okay, you can
bring two pairs of underwear and some socks…and a shirt. I’ll reevaluate next
month.”
He didn’t argue. He had her right where he wanted her and
that was where he planned to keep her.
Wynter Daniels is the multi-published naughty alter ego of
contemporary romance author Dara Edmondson. She lives in Florida with her
husband of more than twenty years and their two nearly grown children. They are
all the slaves of two very demanding cats.
Wynter enjoyed careers in marketing and the salon industry before
her wicked prose begged to be set free. She hopes you enjoy her steamy stories.
Wynter welcomes comments from readers. You can find her
website and email address on her
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