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Do I ... tell him the truth? Her mind was racing, her past and present colliding, not presenting in any particular order. She really needed her Grandma Addie right now. She always had the perfect saying for times like this.

Sam mentioned wanting children of his own, and it sent Dahlia’s mind reeling. They had been married less than a year, and he was ready to take their family to the next level. What would she do? Should she...? No, the past just needs to stay in the past... How could she possibly explain what she was feeling to him? He’d never see things the way she did... 

This wasn’t a matter of kids fitting into a budget... Hell, there was no budget... What could she possibly do to divert his mind and attention from this? How can this be happening? He shouldn’t have this on his mind ... This won’t just go away Dahlia... You need to either come up with something quickly or just face the music... But... what???

Spiraling in thought, she starts to think over the past... Jay comes to mind... had she over reacted to things? Of course not, he had deceived her, but he really was loyal for it to be just lies... Before she realizes, she has messaged him. “Can you meet me to day? Anytime?”

“Damn, did you have to show up shirtless? I am a married woman...”

“So that’s why we are meeting at this hotel? Cause you’re a married woman? N’kay ...  If that is what we’re going with, I’ll play hubby”

Dahlia moves to slap Jay, but he quickly catches her arm, pulling her into a kiss that raises the hairs on her neck. This feeling... she gives into it way too quickly... She needs to feel him, the ripples of his abdomen, the quiver from her fingers grazing his caramel skin... licking the outline of his muscular build... triggering that fight or flight response that has him lifting her hungrily ... taking her against the door or wall or where-the-fuck ever...

“You know that I’d take you anywhere, but married woman and all, shouldn’t we take this inside... you know... a room?” His question halts her lust craze, realizing that she had been disrobing him in an area that could easily record the scene. 

She links hands and practically drags him to her suite, not giving up another second to waste. Breathless she kisses him as if this is her only life support... tasting him, sniffing his flexing chest muscles, biting and pulling his nipples, demanding he take everything off now as she tears away her own clothing, stealing kisses in between... hating any moment of disconnect.

He brushes her hair out of her face, cupping her cheeks, suctioning her mouth in a desire that she has never experienced from him. “Don’t stop, Jay... even if I beg you to! Satisfy this burning itch... Please,” she all but begs.

“I got you, Dahlia.” In a gripping butt lift, he carries her to the nearest wall... his entry making her claw at anything in reach... his pulsing causing a pleasurable expansion of her tightness that sends a chill throughout her body followed by an intense heat that causes her to lose all care, claiming all that she desires. 

“Jay !! I can’t do this, we shouldn’t do this... but I want this... soooo bad... don’t stop... harder!” She licks along his neck, nipping her way along his jawline until she can kiss her way through his intense strokes, losing breath with each thrust. 

When she reaches the point of whimpering, he can’t wait any longer. He walks them over to the bed, falling back with her straddling him, thrusting his tongue into her mouth in a kiss that ignites her erratic grinding of his girth. He falls back against the bed, letting her have her way with him. Her strokes pushing him deeper, needing him further still. 

She lifts his legs one by one over her shoulders, exposing and positioning him exactly how she needs, bucking against him, drawing whimpers of his own. “Damn, girl!” He makes every attempt to watch her every stroke, but the rush it sends through him won’t allow him to sit up any longer. 

Not wanting to come this soon, not expecting this opportunity to arise again, he rolls them giving a few thrusts before lowering himself to claim her release for a lasting reminder of her flavor. Unable to take his oral stimulation, she immediately comes writhing through his touch until he moves to enter her again... 

The room fades as her fever rises quickly, engulfed in the skill of her former lover, the intense emotions that were racing through her until he brings them to completion together, groaning for all to hear... his release overpowering hers.

Twined together, chests heaving and laughing from the flooding of hormones. Jay is the first to speak, “I wish we could do this all the time.” Dahlia’s laughter transforms to an emotional puddle of tears, a cross between elation, guilt and despair. 

“Hey, now... don’t do that... we can talk about whatever you’re feeling... which I gather is what we were supposed to be doing instead of this.” She simply nods and buries herself in his protective embrace. “No rush, take your time... I’m here for you.”

“Why were you so cruel to me when we were in college? I thought that you loved me...”

“Dahlia, what does this have to do with now?”

“Nevermind ... but there is something I wanted to discuss. I’ve been getting emails and photos, texts even... You wouldn’t be behind this would you? Or your ex-wife... I am sorry to hear about your divorce... “ 

~~~~~ The Grandhotel Pupp, Czech Republic ~~~~~

“Abiento, Sra. Dalton.” 

“Excuse you, I’m no Dalton ...”

“My apologies Sra., then perhaps I should presume you to be a guest of Sr. Samuel Dalton’s party.” 

“I’m Sra. Dalton’s aunt, but that wouldn’t be any of your business now would it?” 

“Sincere apologies. I didn’t wish to offend... Please, let me take care of your stay to make this up to you. I own the hotel, and just wanted to be hospitable to our esteemed guests.”

 After allowing him to do as he stated, taking his card as requested should she require anything further, Dahlia’s Aunt Marilyn finally met up with her older sister Patricia, explaining her delay... very much to Patricia’s disbelief. 

Marilyn continues... “Well, I wouldn’t mind a free stay in the hotel... He was so insistent, I wasn’t going to admit that I have a home here... Let’s take full advantage of the spa and other amenities... We can question our Dahlia a bit more about this billionaire boyfriend turned husband a bit later. It’s a good thing we talked to Riley isn’t it... Dahlia will be very surprised to see us...”

~~~~~ The Greeting, Take 2  ~~~~~

Having received word of their helicopter arrival, he makes his way quickly to the front desk to greet his most influential guest. “Anton Edison, welcome to my hotel Mr. &  Mrs. Dalton... I’d like to personally invite you to my Casino in Monaco as my private guests... Consider it my wedding gift to you, along with this stay being my compliments... (Both Sam and Dahlia look as if this is some sort of prank until he assures them otherwise, giving Sam his personal Exclusive Contact card.) ... No pressure, just please let me know, should you decide to take me up on my offer. Enjoy your stay!”

As introductions conclude, Anton returns to his private office, pondering if the couple will actually take them up on his generosity... He must have an answer prior to his and their departure from this hotel... An impromptu dinner or meeting will just have to occur... This opportunity will not pass him over... it is crucial that he succeed.

Anxious to start this “Dalton’s love story” he has planned, he practically drags his bride to the private paternoster... But he is respectful of Anton’s hospitality, only kissing her teasingly as the ascent to their room begins. The second wedding had Sam feeling that not only the ceremony deserved a do over.

Once in their room, Sam insists that Dahlia shower, telling her that he wants to make preparations for dinner before joining her... wanting it to be a surprise, and pleading with her through kisses to allow him his way this once.

Setting up his “surprise” with lightning speed, having pre-planned everything down to the last word. He joins her in the shower, totally distracting her mind to prevent any questions as to what he was up to. 

After getting properly dressed for this wondrous evening planned, Sam slips out to take his position just before she comes out adjusting her jewelry... looking up to find Sam looking like a lost Cupid ... which puts a deep smile on her face...

“First, I have the infused chocolates... to heighten our mood...”

“Next, I’ve poured the champagne... You know ... to get the tickles in your mouth before I taste those lips...” She closes her eyes, looking away from the playfulness. When she turns back, Sam is holding a rose between his teeth and a sign... resulting in her audible face palm... 

“More lovemaking? After we just completed that and got all dressed up? But we’ve got the whole stay... And I must tell you love, that although it feels brand new each time... (she whispers, hand against face) It’s no longer an unexpected surprise!”

“Ah, just teasing... but you’ll be asking for this sign again very shortly...”

“Sam, truly what’s going on?” He looks at the sign, rolling his eyes at the oversight...

“Oh shit, I am showing the wrong side... Let me try that once more... “

“Marry me woman !!!? Please... I can’t live without you...” 

“What happened to going down on one knee, Sam?” (Finally understanding what Sam has been trying to do all of this time...)

“Oh baby, I’ll do you one better and go down on you on both knees... Come here, and let me plead for you to marry me... Lick by lick!”

“I’ve still got it!” He teases her, reminding him of the first time he chose to propose... both agreeing that it truly wasn’t the best time... Her reminding him of how romantically unplanned the second proposal was, but truth be told, this is the one she would have ugly cried through before devouring him. “Love, you could never be ugly... no matter what you do.”

After giving it much thought, Sam sent a text to Anton, stating, “Monaco sounds fun, and my wife is anxious to take in the best that Monaco has to offer! Look forward to meeting with you again!”

~~~~~ Rewind to the Wedding Night  ~~~~~

Running a single finger down her sternum, lightly pinching her breasts, tracing her sides until his hands meet her hips, he whispers his plans for her tonight.

Tonight, he’ll be taking her as his wife, not a woman whose affections he has been chasing for support or desire. Tonight… the heights of pleasure he is planning to drag her through will be on a much higher level, knowing her instinctual resistance will only stimulate his drive even more.

He seductively teases her as hidden as possible as they sway through their first dance of the night. Yes, their coming together after their first joining to one another as husband and wife was ethereal and stitched him to her in a way he didn’t think possible again. But this marriage… before family and friends … permanently enclosed his heart with hers in his eyes.

She’d never looked more beautiful on any other day. He was blessed to lay eyes upon her. As he traced the outline of her lips, he imagined them encapsulating his length. Envisioning her teasing his scrotum… drawing shivers from him as her small fingers glide along his pubic hairs, reaching his hips… inducing the assisted gyration within her drooling mouth… increasing her hold with her perfect tongue pressure… inciting satisfied groans… 

“Babe, open your eyes… You’re groaning out loud,” she laughs… “Thinking about us, are you?”

His slow kiss gives all the response she needs. He releases her, twirling her around, capturing her back into his embrace … Her back pressed to his chest as he grinds into her the way he’d wished he could privately, but in a way that was respectful to onlookers… if there is such a thing… But, soon his restraint falters… He wants his wife to know his full desire.

Dragging her over to the microphone, he makes an announcement that he and his bride need a few private moments, “Please enjoy the Cristal, music and cake… We hope to return to the celebration, but don’t be too upset if we happened not to… Mom… Dad... twin duty? Thank you everyone…” All Dahlia can do is wave briefly before he lifts her, practically running with her as the crowd’s laughter quickly faded in the distance…

Unable to hold back any further, he finds a secluded corner, lowering her down to her feet… turning her against the wall, dropping to his knees and covering himself under her gown… tasting her already overflowing desire… her head pressing hard into the brick, uncaring of its grittiness.

His constant lapping of her center draws out an uncharacteristic lisp as she whispers her scream of his name. Needing her against him, he stands, hurriedly exposing his overpowering erection, burying it so excitedly into her that it causes her to seemingly climb the wall… both now burning with a need uncontrolled, insatiable, moving with a building friction that brings her love sounds repeatedly … now fueling his own sounds in answer…

“Sam, I need you covering me … Room! Now!” Reluctantly he withdraws, pulling her away from the wall… both now in an excited sprint … Their room is still much too far away to reach … Their growing need for satisfaction overcomes them, so they maintain connection through touch and short kisses.

Coming across cleaning staff, Sam brings them to a near missed stop at her side. “Excuse me Miss… Do you have a room available like, right now! Dahlia buries her face in his neck from sheer embarrassment as he pulls out his wallet. The staff takes notice of their attire and, without hesitation, opens the door out of which she just exited.

Quickly handing her what could easily been over five grand, he carries Dahlia in hurriedly, kicking the door closed, reaching up to put the additional lock on

Now desperately searching her dress for any means to remove it .. feeling way too impatient, he rips it down her back side… to her shock. “Sam !!! It had a zipper !!!” “Can’t wait,” he says as his tongue spirals along her bare skin… already moving out of his own clothes… When he spins her around, both are completely free of clothing…

He pulls her to the bed’s edge, kissing, groping… moaning … Switching positions, he now stands behind her, pushing her into a bend, entering her before he hardens even more … Her gripping of the sheets and muffled whimpers spur his rapid thrusts, her ass clapping against his frame … He grips her hips, ramming himself deep as her walls swallow him repeatedly ...

“Too? … Rough?,” is his broken question… Her throaty, “No… Harder !!,” sends an excitement through him. Before she realizes, she is flush against the mattress with him closing her legs inside of his … Now situated atop her ass, driving deeply, slapping her cheeks before laying against her backside … stroking roughly as she returns his thrust … his hands gripping her hair, marking his territory with such vessel shattering kisses, she claws his ass, spurring him even further still…

“Yes, ba-by… Yesss!,” she hisses. He continues this way until his need to see how she is enjoying him causes his withdrawal, her audible disappointment and turning to pull him back to her proving more than any vision of her clenched eyes could prove…

She all but snatches him back onto her. His rushed entry draws out the sound of pain… He stops, but she moves against him… “No, Sam … Don’t stop!” Driving even deeper still, his forceful movements back her up into the headboard, but she opens herself to him as wide as she could, separating her legs in a lifted grip… her own nails practically piercing her skin…

Sam grips the headboard, determined to send every ounce of his longing through her … Soon they both are screaming each other’s name... her orgasm cascading pleasurably over his slowing strokes… but he withdraws, both watching his seed flow against her mound … spreading it until nearly dried.

Leaning to her ear, Sam whispers, “I’m not ending this night this early … I won’t cum inside you until you beg me to …” Her desperate kiss, tongue pulling, and lip biting, provides her approval … “Let’s get to our room now. I have so many pleasures in store for you tonight, my love,” ending his confession in another sensual breathtaking kiss …

Chests heaving, he pulls her to the pile of clothes on the floor … Realizing now that there is no way she can put her dress back on, they both snicker over his previous over excitement, which is quickly escalating at the bounce of her breasts as she laughs.

“It’s okay… I’ll hold it in place somehow.”

“Here, put my suit coat over it.”

He peers out of the doors, seeing the cleaning staff giving a bashful smile… “Okay, let’s get out of here…” Pulling her yet again in another sprint, her dress catches, almost exposing her… Sam scoops her up, kissing her, steadfast in their rush to reach their room … Shaking her head and covering her lips in a slight grin, the woman enters to clean the room once again. Totally surprised at how disheveled the room had been left in such a short stay.

Now inside, heading towards the elevator, he sees a group of frustrated guests, implying that the elevator has kept them waiting. They give each other a defeated look, but soon Sam sees another cleaning cart… They both nod in agreement, and soon he is rounding the corner.

“Excuse me!... Excuse me!” The gentleman stops pushing the cart of soiled linen to address them… “Is there a private elevator or staff lift?” Noting Dahlia’s clothing dilemma and marriage attire, he leads them to the corner elevator. “It takes a key to operate, so I’ll have to escort you…” 

“FINE!!!” Both laugh, as the man shakes his head knowingly. Pulling her into the furthest corner of the elevator, Sam lowers her, taking a protective stand in front of his wife’s exposed frame. He removes his wallet, taking out another wad, handing it hurriedly to the staffer. Quickly standing to his side, speaking in a whisper, the gentleman clears his throat in understanding.

Sam steps back to Dahlia, with her immediately tugging his shoulder down to inquire of the words spoken to the man. Turning, Sam lowers his head to her ear saying that he told him to forget what he was about to hear. And with that, he was falling to his knees, kissing his way up her calves, knees, thighs… until he reached her… “OH !!!” … center... covered with her dress yet again. She fought for quiet,  failing miserably.

For each floor the elevator was forced to stop on, the staffer would wave the incoming staffer away, hurriedly pressing for the doors to close. Sam peers from under her dress, realizing he never told what floor, but the staffer said, “We’ll reach the honeymoon suite shortly Mr. Dalton. I mean, sir !!” With that, he's back under the layers of dress once again, Dahlia gasping in the best efforts at silenced pleasure as she could. Once the elevator chimes it’s final time, the staffer steps out to clear the hallway of possible guests to avoid further exposure… “All clear, but not for-” 

“Ooooh, Sam!!! Yessss !!”

Clearing his throat loudly, the bride and groom take the hint, Sam carrying her down the hallway hurriedly once again, Dahlia burying her head in his chest. Shaking his head with a smirk, the staffer enters the elevator, understanding their “rush” with familiarity. Planning out his use of the $10K amnesia payment… wondering how many more private elevator rides will be needed with a hearty laugh.

Finally inside their honeymoon suite, Dahlia leaps from Sam’s arms, now tearing his clothing free, lowering herself to his engulfed member, teasingly drawing his deep inhales, her hair now being ruffled into a knotted mess… holding him assisted as her strength allows against his pelvis, she works him desperately, hungrily pleasing him to no end… until he unloads … She allows him to watch her take every drop… 

“Perfection !!!” He pulls her into his lustful kiss, then holds her, forehead to forehead, hearts beating erratically. Neither satisfied, both expecting a totally sleepless night. 

“Mrs. Dalton…” 

“Yes, Mr. Dalton…”

“I’m going to eat you alive! But first…”

“Hmm?”

“Let’s hydrate !!!”

Both break into laughter, heading over to the chilled champagne, walking over with the bucket and glasses, lowering themselves into the jacuzzi. Sam guided her between his legs so that he could hold her tenderly, pouring their first drink of the night.

“Sam, I don’t think this really counts as hydration…”

“Then we’ll just have to keep drinking each other,” he says with hunger building in his eyes yet again. “You know this is your fault for putting me on hiatus until tonight?...”

She smiles into his lips … “I’m not complaining one bit, though…” Her lips now making a heated trail down his center, coupled with an enticing tongue flicker…

By checkout, there is a mess of wax and torn sheets strewn throughout, in the midst of empty bottles, lost lingerie, and a note with a generous tip left for the cleaning crew… The words written:

“Off to our honeymoon! Our deepest apologies for the … yeah !!! The Daltons … Please let us know if jacuzzi replacement costs are required.” … Sam’s signature on the back of his business card.

As he pointed the way to his private bedroom, she gave him the gentlest of care. When they finally entered the massive room, Sam began to disrobe as best he could, gesturing towards the shower.

Unable to resist the thought of joining him, she turns the marbled knobs. As streams of water from the multiple shower heads began to flow, she marvels at the spa-like design as she tests the water’s temperature against her fingers.

He comes up, taking hold of her waist from behind, kissing his way along her damp  skin. She had already removed her wrap around dress, but he took delight in removing her bra; teasingly removing her laced panties as he lets his hands graze her grooves. His fingers play the loveliest melody against her insides, causing her to forget her true reason for being here... to gain more photos or video that could later be used in her stalker scandal she has planned down to the last detail.

She spun around in his grasp, kissing him with a hunger that defied her mind’s warnings to just photograph him drunken and indisposed... But she couldn’t fight the magnetism of the moment.

She shoved him against the shower wall, unzipping his soaked pants, yanking them down along with his Ethika So Icy boxer briefs, which took her aback for a moment... She thought, “Damn this guy is thick! As if being mega-rich isn’t enough...” But as the briefs moved further down, his erection staring her directly in the face, she completely forgot her thoughts... only remembering her desire.

Drunkenly, he steps out of his pants and boxers bunched at his ankles, finding balance atop of her head...forcing her forward. She doesn’t fight his guidance, but instead gives in to the moment. He gasps, but tries to maintain his posture against the wet wall as she works him with precision. Completely taken over, he grips her head, guiding her into his strong thrusts, looking down upon her in total awe of her gazing back up at him with intensity... at her submissive nature allowing his will...

Turned on even further, as she begins to take his seed, he pulls her to him, kissing her as if she was an illusion that he needed to get all that he could from before disappearing from his eyes. He was so intoxicated that he couldn’t decipher reality, but he didn’t want to lose this feeling.

This angelic being was bringing forth closure to a loneliness he’d buried deep within... He wasn’t alone anymore... He felt! It had been so long... He decided to pour every ounce of himself into this feeling... into her... releasing all of the pressure he’d been unable to escape... he would do just that in this moment.

Picking her up, he thrust every inch of himself into her roughly... pounding her slick meaty space repeatedly, giving every ounce of aggression, regret, fear, and desire into her... snatching her neck backwards by yanking her dripping locks... licking, kissing, sucking, biting... claiming every place that he could touch as his... leaving bruises in the wake of his passion... hearing her cries of painful pleasure... hearing her beg for more of him...

Never breaking his forceful strokes, he carries her over to the shower bench, lowering her, increasing his thrusts in this mastered squat that sends her over the edge... screaming, clawing, tears flowing over the deceptive pleasure she was enjoying so much more than she should.

~~~~~~~Her point of view ~~~~~~~~~

“How am I letting him distract me like this? Oh damn... He feels sooooo... Ah! Yes! Freeeeaaaak! Meeeeee! Oooooh-hah! Mmmmphhh” (She pants heavily, dragging her moans.)

Okay girl... pull yourself together... you... (She becomes lost in the feeling.)

I can’t... Don’t fall for this... He’s drunk!!! ... This isn’t because you have some connection. Don’t fall.... Don’t ...

Dammit! ... I... I can’t hold on... I’ll just give in... for now... (Little did she realize that this was her first step in the wrong direction... She would battle with herself from this point forward.)

~~~~~~~ End p.o.v ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As she climaxed, he could feel her flow begin. He dropped to his knees, tasting the rewards of his efforts... craving more of her offering. He leans over her, kissing her as if he himself will disappear from this spot any second now... seeing the tears flow from her face as he watches her response to his kisses; it was reflective of his release... physical, mental, emotional... was this just a mirrored metaphor???

But this felt ... REAL!...

She puts Sam to bed, snapping the photos that she originally started this little mission for. She also took a video of her draped across him, kissing him, him holding her, and other much more scandalous positions... She would edit these later, removing factors that could identify her...

With Sam fast asleep, and not waking any time soon, she returns to the shower to clean this night from her body; attempting to wash away the very real feelings that she was starting to have for him... he definitely didn’t deserve this from her... falling for him after the way he’d left her in the past.

-----------Memory Lane------------------

Dahlia had learned her lesson about 'opening the package before reading the instructions' as her grandma used to quote to her before she passed. She was having a lot of memories flood back to her through the tears she couldn't seem to end.

They would always talk about the 'inappropriate' feelings she began to have at such an early age. Grandma Addie always told her that everyone matured at different paces, and not to be ashamed of the feelings that embarrassed her... feelings It that made her feel like she had to keep to herself. It was like having the perfect best friend. She could always be herself with Grandma Addie, never having to worry about being chastised for just 'being human'.

The best advice that she had received from her, was to never cower away from the most difficult things to face. Doing so would only lead to standing still... With Dahlia's spirit of curiosity and adventure, there was no way she could 'stand still'.

Her mother used to always scold her over sitting with her legs open, and over Dahlia's reply, "What? It has to breathe!" She would always withdraw from the conversation as soon as the lecture over being 'lady-like' would begin... she'd heard it way too many times, and could repeat it verbatim...

But she was gone now... Grandma Addie had passed peacefully due to old age. She definitely couldn't go to her mother or father to talk... She was their brilliant child who would never be out sleeping around to discover herself, or focus on anything other than her studies. They had failed Dahlia in that department... always shying away from discussion anything relating to sexuality. Well, there was the one awkward conversation about birth control... Which they definitely expressed was only for precaution due to being in the company of older college goers.

She couldn't let the hurtful acts of others force her into hiding, and no matter how difficult. She couldn't hide behind false excuses of contagious sickness any longer, so she emailed her teachers to inform them of her clearance to resume attending classes.

----------------- Later after morning classes --------------------------

It had been days after Dahlia had run out of the Zeta Psi Frat House, and she was sitting in her new favorite spot attempting to study for an upcoming exam. In the past, she had tried everything from all-nighters in the Study Hall with classmates, to private study in her dorm, to outdoor study sessions... just her, her studio Beats headphones, books and notes. So far, the lake seemed to be the place she could focus most, although her mind just couldn't stray her most humiliating moment since starting Princeton.

Man, did he just ditch us for some random girl?

Jay Christopher Hunt , aka J.C., was passing by with a group of his friends when he caught sight of Dahlia. After saying he'd catch up to them later, he hesitantly approached the shaded bench that she was perched on... certain that she wouldn't want to talk to anyone after the way she had been treated. He was very empathetic to the whole 'Sam's discarded playthings' club, as the number was beyond count... Hell, if he had to guess, he would say over half of the women on campus.

He guessed, by her silent lip movements, that she must have been reciting from her notes that she would periodically look down at... the notebook and notes spread across her thighs in the folded sitting position she was in. He watched the gentle breeze tussle her hair, blocking her view, and her constantly toss it out of the way again. A gentle smirk ran across his cheek as he admired her determined look, finding it very attractive, all the while wishing he had approached her before now. She'd just seemed too innocent... but after hearing her sultry moans... he was sure that the age difference would only matter in his mind... Which now, seemed not to matter at all.

Dahlia groaned in frustration, throwing her head back, her headphones sliding off and her quickly trying to catch them, knocking her notes and backpack from the bench as her legs flailed. J.C. rushed to catch her before she fell backwards off of the bench. Swiftly helping her up, he quickly moved to grab her notes before the wind could blow them too far.

She moved to lift the backpack, as it had her private journal, IDs, and dorm key inside... but before she could grasp the handle, J.C. had already scooped it up, handing it to her. With a puzzled look on her face, she quickly remembered her manners. "Thank you... I would have been fucked if those had blown away." His eyebrow arched at the word, her love sounds coming back to memory.

He cleared his throat, but really was attempting to clear the thought from his mind. But the clear image of her beautiful form just would not escape his mind. "Dahlia, right? We didn't get to meet, but I saw you with Sam at the Zeta Psi party. I was headed your way, but then the two of you disappeared...

Anyway, I'm Jay... Jay Christopher Hunt, but my friends call me J.C. So what will you be calling me? Oh, and nice to finally meet you..." He extends his hand, and hesitantly she shakes it..., "Dahlia... and since you pretty much prevented my failing my next exam, you can call me Lia... Oh, and I guess I will be calling you Jay, because I like to be different... how does that sit with you, Jay?"

"I can handle that... if you allow me to sit," he says in the most intriguing tone. Moving her things, and straightening herself on the bench, she replies, "By all means, please do." This was proving to be better than she'd expected... She was approached by a very attractive young man that smelled of Baryshnikov aftershave. The scent familiar because it was popular among the elite men of society... which is to say, her father wore it.

She took in his muscular tone as he moved to sit next to her, choosing the space closest, then her eyes quickly darted at his hands and feet. Her brow twitched with curiosity, she was already imagining his size in anticipation... that is, until the next words fell from his succulent lips.

"Look, I just wanted to apologize for that morning after... you know?" Dahlia is immediately taken aback, responding, "Huh? What do you mean... morning after?"

"Well, the guys and I were curious about who was making those sounds every guy wants to hear from their lady. Someone mentioned... well, that Sam Dalton had a girl in there... Bets were placed on who... none of us expected... well, YOU.."

"WOW! This is getting more awkward by the word..." She starts to pack up her laptop and notes, as Jay pleads for her to allow him to correct the way his words came out... "We all thought it was a particular Alpha SoHo that likes... you know, multi play..." As she moves faster, her face twists in total disgust, causing her to knock her things off the bench as she looks at him. He continues, "We stand in the doorway... she picks her next victim... that type of thing ???"

She shoots him an utterly disgusted look with her brows and lips clenched angrily; silently wanting to slap him. "That's the type of guy that you are... and you approached me?," she snapped, her voice escalating quickly. She wanted to scream out... even use the Emergency Blue Light phone. The incident had already caused her to take self defense through the campus' free R.A.D. (Rape Aggression Defense) training as a refresher.

Sensing her distress, he apologizes for having approached her, but tells her that she was never in any danger of them, and was still welcome to "utilize" their Frat House in the future without interruption... it wold be the least they'd attempt to do at making amends for their behavior.

@aussieez Watch my timing (wink, wink)

@pixie88, I have been dangling this for too long... our girl @shewillreadyou will finally receive the gift I have been trying to give to her since Valentine’s (gag, double gag) Day!!!!

@shewillreadyou ... it’s hella late, but this is for you... My inspiration for this EYE BURNER... This thing wouldn’t stop writing itself.... Fuck!!!! Wait til you see the word count, and I went back and chopped this thing down...

This is for you my well hidden PEARL... your fic set my heart aflame, and the words immediately ignited ...

 The delay you ask?...

Well, it had to be perfect to compliment the beauty that you inspired in my mind... I pray that I have done you justice my dear friend.

As this was my stability throughout writing...

So glad I could gather all of that back into one space to complete this for you...

Enjoy, thank you sooooooooooo much for being the inspiration of my madness!!!!

A token of my appreciation of you...

Just a little of  Italy to set the mood...

“Click!”... Lost in ecstacy, you barely notice the shutter noise as Sam takes photo after photo... shots of him entering you from behind... shots of your love faces as you turn to bury your moans in your shoulder... shots of him spreading your for full view... shots of your backside, a view Sam truly admires...the smoothness of your skin, the curves of your ass, how this position has you ready for any pleasure he is ready to give... He switches the camera to video mode as he increases his thrusts into you; his front ramming your rear with passionate aggression, which makes you moan and yelp... His camera focusing on the rippling of your ass cheeks against his increasing force... he zooms in as if he has to preserve every expression he causes you to breathe out.

“Tell me how you feel... tell me exactly how you want me, babe...” are the sensual words you faintly hear Sam say between your own love sounds. “Oooh, fuck baby, you feel soooo good! Give it to me slower baby, go deep... please...” Responding to your words, Sam withdraws slowly and then plunges into you as deep as your body will allow him in... winding his next withdrawal, he allows you to feel every bit of his desire for you... the way he massages your ass and rubs the length of you lets you know that he fully intends to pleasure you until you’ve given up every last drop of your juices... the more you flow onto him, the more he lets you know how good you feel to him. His throaty groans combined with slow strokes of his thickness send you into your first orgasm. It’s so strong your breath catches, and you claw his abs in pleasure, reaching further to guide him into you just how your walls crave. You counterwind to maximize his feel within you, bucking against his every move. His strokes start to spiral as his release nears. Dropping the camera, he pulls you back to him; lifting you higher until your thighs are secured under his elbows. Using his now free hands for balance, he begins to thrust deeper, faster... the pleasure is almost unbearable, yet you want him deeper...faster... harder! “Yes, Sam! Give it to me. just. like. that! ...Please don’t stop... Ooooh!” You tilt your head back, begging for his kiss... you need his tongue plunging into your mouth at the same rhythm his fullness plunges into your center.

He can sense how bad your need is for him, and gives you what you need and more... bringing you to climax... Not wanting to fall over the edge just yet, Sam stops moving to just enjoy your flow... pulsating within you, he deepens his breaths and grips you close to him... The rise and fall of his muscular chest against your back lets you know that the slightest tease would bring his warm load flooding through you; but you don’t want this feeling to end just yet either. Breathing in sync with Sam, you reach back to cup his neck - your signal to him that you are bracing yourself for his release... these pauses Sam take always come with a second wave of desire that would tame a wild stallion in mere seconds. 

To your surprise, Sam withdraws and moves off the bed. Taking all of his erection into view as he moves to the dresser, you can’t help but wonder what trick he has on his mind... but you know that whatever he does will satisfy you beyond your wildest fantasies. He makes his way back to you with a flogger in hand, along with cuffs dangling... “Wait, do I see two sets of cuffs?” Your curiosity is peaked for sure. (Sam usually talks to you about props or costumes, and knows that you fully trust him... you’ve even told him before that he didn’t need to ask, only to pleasure you as he felt he should... but he’d never used anything without asking anyway.) “Hmmm? Has he learned my inner freak already? I thought I had my innocent act down pretty solid...

When Sam reaches you, he mounts you, straddling your ass... not entering you, but nestling his erection between your legs. Surely he could feel the heat exuding from your center as your desire rises within. He slips a blindfold over your eyes... “I didn’t see that in his hand..” you think as you feel a cuff around your right ankle, and then another on your left ankle. He then bends your legs forward, pressing his erection closer to you. A warm rush flows through you. Next, you feel him brace your throat and gently guide you back to him; feeling him place a harness against you. Your eyebrows shoot up, intrigued with what exactly he plans to do to you. You’re quickly brought out of your curiosity as you feel a cuff around your right wrist, and then your left. He leans back to pull the excess straps on the neck harness until you are in a backward arch, but only tight enough to give the desired amount of pressure on your throat.

He whispers in your ear, “You’re at my mercy now love... but don’t worry, I’m a mind reader tonight... I’ve got you, Dahlia.” Your walls tighten, needing to feel him inside you NOW! He eases back and lets his hands glide sensually along your back. He leans in, kissing your skin so gentle it tickles pleasurably and moves up until he is sucking along your neck. Knowing you are becoming lost in his kisses, he slowly enters you; moving increasingly faster. He kisses your neck so strongly that he is sure to leave his marks of passion all over you. The blood rush is making you lightheaded... “Ahhh, Sam!... I. love. you! I. NEED. you... All of you... I. fucking. love. it when you are buried in me...” He pulls out and lowers himself to your ass. He begins kissing your cheeks as he glides a finger along your opening, teasing your wetness. He pinches your clit gently, then massages it as he lowers his tongue into you; sucking and thrusting your juices, as he squeezes your ass. He moans, the vibration adding to the overwhelming release he is bringing from you. 

Sam rises from your center, then drives his shaft into you; wetting his length, withdrawing and enters your ass. The move was so swift that you almost didn’t notice, until the pressure deepened, causing you to grip the sheets letting out a scream of pleasure. He leans in close, stroking you with his full desire... The thrust is so intense that the neck harness begins to choke you as he guides your legs outward. “S-Sam!... Oh God, baby!...” Your love sounds are coming louder and more frequent... the blindness along with the bondage and Sam’s movements flood your senses causing your flow to stream. Sam begins to flog your rear gently, leaning back into the stroke of his length until you cry out. He eases his stride. You suddenly feel the dildo end of the flogger easing into the mouth of your arousal. He leans closer, stroking your center in alternate strokes of his erection, until he feels your legs become weak with your trembling release, bringing his release as well.

Both breathing erratically, he leans in to kiss your neck softly, moving to your lips as you turn over your shoulder needing his lips on yours.He then kisses you softly, removing the cuffs from your wrists; slowly moving to your ankles, removing the cuffs which causes the harness to fall away from your throat. He rolls to your side, gently rubbing your back. “So how were my psychic abilities tonight, love? Unable to focus, you turn to him giving him a smile of complete satisfaction and wink. After a brief moment, you tell him that you are going to have to stop being so easy to read, then snuggle into his arms.