Sarah's Secret

Jonathon's mouth swiped along the soft curve of her jawline, leaving a tender trail of kisses down to her neck. He took his time, savoring the flavor of her soft skin, the smallest hint of salt from perspiration. Sucking gently, he moved down the length of her neck. Each little spot left behind a small love bite, bright red on her pale skin.

He dipped down into the hollow of her chest, slowly sliding his tongue over the plumpness of her breasts. Lena's breath hitched as he swirled his tongue, flicking against her hard aroused nipples. One of her hands clutched onto his shoulder, while the other twisted her fingers into his thick tight curly hair. He groaned with pleasure at the pain as her hot breathes and moans came to a crescendo the harder he sucked on her sensitive nipples.

Lena bucked her hips against his, craving his touch. His boner strained at the confines of his boxers, throbbing in her hand as she stroked him to the same tempo that he sucked on her breasts. Driven mad with the distance between them, she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. She needed him. All of him. She wanted to feel him deep inside her. Her body was already hot and slick with fluids, awaiting him and he hadn't even put his hand between her legs yet.

Jonathon moved back up to her lips and Lena sucked hard on his mouth, breathing him in. Their tongues slipped against one another as they each reached down and tried to remove their underwear, bodies shimmying against each other. Sweat pooled between their naked bodies as she took him in her hand again and guided him into

Someone bumped into the corner of my table, breaking the concentration that I'd had. With a glare, I stare down the passerby's back who is too involved with his phone to bother with even a half-assed apology. Setting down my pen, I take several long swigs from my coffee and cringe at the unwelcoming coldness.

With a quick refill and way too much sugar to be healthy, I sat back down and stared down my black notebook. It was the little black notebook. Like how every woman is supposed to have a little black dress, this was my little black notebook where I wrote down all of the dirty things that would one day make it into a novel.

This would be my first time writing since I had the baby. The excitement and desire to write was present, but once I actually put the pen to paper, I couldn't quite make the connection. I used to imagine myself as one of the women I wrote about, being ravished by some delicious man. I used to become aroused by my own words, but ever since the baby it wasn't there. How was I supposed to relate to one of these desirable women when I myself felt like a potato? My body was no longer my own, a foreigner to me, and it had been this way for a very long time even though my partner assured me I was just as sexy if not more so since my boobs basically exploded. I couldn't deny that my breasts were round and large and swollen. Perfect for cupping. Looking amazing in any shirt. But I was unsure if I wanted them to be sucked on the way that Jonathon did to Lena. Would it feel the same?

I sipped my steaming cup of coffee and turned my attention to my phone as I received an email notification.

How's the book coming along? Was the newest email from SarahLaneLover69.

Originally, I thought it had just been fan mail. Some over-zealous reader who missed my writing. After all, when I first started out I cranked out books like they were going out of style. Salacious romance novel after raunchy love-story, I wrote until my heart was content. My partner, Jed, a muse for many of them as we explored one another's bodies, tried new positions, awakened a desire and heat inside one another that we'd never felt for another human being before. The way his body fit into mine, his hands and the way his fingers played and teased with me in the most arousing ways. The way he always had me begging for more.

It'd been 7 weeks since the baby and I was terrified to make love to him. What if it didn't feel as good? What if it hurt too much? What if he no longer enjoyed the way my body felt? All of these were obstacles that kept me in my head and unable to write this novel that SarahLaneLover69 demanded of me.

Remember, there is a lot on the line here. I'm trusting you.

They first messaged me three weeks ago. Asking when the next story would be coming out. It was nice to talk to someone about something other than the baby. It made me feel like my old self again. Then things started to turn strange when they offered to bounce around ideas and even proofread whatever I was working on, even if I didn't plan on ever using it, but I needed the encouragement and self-esteem boost, so I ran with it.

I'd finally worked up the courage to start working on a new novel with their help and had a couple chapters complete when they asked to read them. Originally, I declined, but SarahLaneLover69 was persistent, sending me hourly messages, practically demanding the chapters. I wanted to block them, to report them, but then they messaged that they would pay me for the chapters. The idea of the extra income was thrilling. I wouldn't have to tell anyone and it would give me some extra spending money to treat myself with. So I agreed.

Instantly, they wired me $20,000. My jaw dropped, scraping my desk. This was practically a book advance for some roughly put together chapters of character development. There wasn't even a plot yet. After the shock, the panic started to set in. Had I given them the impression that I had more done? What if they hated it? Would they ask for their money back if my new writing didn't live up to their expectations? They had already been pretty demanding, but how much worse would it get now that there was a huge price tag attached to it?

Despite my reservations, and probably breaking my own contract with my publishing house, I couldn't say no to such an amazing offer. This could be a huge opportunity for me. If I couldn't inspire myself to write, perhaps SarahLaneLover69 and their money could.

This is just for the chapters. There will be more when you finish the book.

So here I am in an overcrowded coffee shop, attempting to write an erotic novel. It used to excite me, being aroused in a public place like this with no one knowing what I worked on, my panties soaking through, nipples straining at my clothing causing sharp little points to peak through the otherwise smooth clothing. And surprisingly, being back here, getting back to the writer I used to be, started to work.

After several large gulps of quickly cooling coffee, I turned back to my notebook, reading back to see where I left off.

Jonathon moved back up to her lips and Lena sucked hard on his mouth, breathing him in. Their tongues slipped against one another as they each reached down and tried to remove their underwear, bodies shimmying against each other. Sweat pooled between their naked bodies as she took him in her hand again and guided him into her. His throbbing weight had her moaning from the start, her body arching up to meet his as he slid deep inside of her.

Lena could barely breath as he thrust hard against her, taking a handful of her hair in his fist and bringing her to him. Gasping for air between fervent and deep kisses, they rocked their bodies to a synchronized rhythm. The heat swelled and tingled in their bodies, building and reaching a climax.

"I'm gonna come." Jonathon panted.

"Hold on." Lena gasped, feeling herself about to arrive at the finish line. "I'm so close."

His face twisted with a mixture of pain and pleasure as he tried to hold out and Lena greatly appreciated it as he pressed again and again, hitting her g-spot just right.

"Oh, yes!" She screamed, nails digging into his shoulder as an orgasm rushed through her body, muscles trembling. And again as he thrust for a final time with a deep moan, filling her with his hot seed.

Together, their tired sticky bodies collapsed to the bed, panting for breathes as they tightly clung to one another. Their bodies slowly cooled.

Jonathon rested his forehead against hers, gently running his fingers down her back. Despite herself, her arousal began to grow once more from his simple touch.

Lena touched her lips oh so softly to his once, twice, before he deepened the kiss, opening her mouth with his tongue. She playfully bit his lower lip before drawing back ever so slightly.

"Wanna go again?" His words caressed her face causing her to shiver with desire.

Without a single word, she answered him with a passionate kiss as she climbed on top.