Just This Once by Evelyn Jeannie Hall
Excerpt from Just Us
This comes from book three in the Big Apple Billionaire Series and features Elizabeth and Sean.
Elizabeth flipped through the streaming services Benji had installed for her. She debated on several different documentaries, shows, and movies before settling on a film she hadn’t seen before. The description said it was about a man’s experience with an intense love affair. This proved so vague that Elizabeth clicked play just to see what it was about.
The instant she did, she caught sight of a couple sitting naked as the woman rubbed the man’s… well… penis. His very long penis. Was that thing even real? She had minimal experience with such things, but what was on the screen seemed… unlikely.
Had Glen been alive and caught her watching such a thing, he would’ve been scandalized. Once, when she’d attempted to initiate lovemaking with him, he’d regarded her with such a distressed expression that she’d given up. His extreme religious upbringing meant he was ashamed of anything having to do with sex, even in their marital bed since they hadn’t been actively trying to procreate. He’d loved her, she knew that. But it’d put a huge damper on her own pleasure.
And speaking of pleasure… she stared at the screen. The female partner continued her rubbing, and soon the male character climaxed right there in front of Elizabeth, a stream of white ejaculate shooting out of him as his features contorted with ecstasy.
Feeling heat in a lot of places at once, Elizabeth paused the film. Porn. This must be porn. She hadn’t thought this particular streaming service had movies with such graphic content, but obviously, she was mistaken. Her heart racing, she fixated on the frozen image. Her up-an-entire-cup-size breasts felt even heavier than usual and her bikini underwear—they fit better than her regular brief panties—felt damp.
Since the only source of light came from the television, it was like she’d been planted inside the room with these characters having sex. Her body aching for her to do something about this, she took her remote and rewound back to the beginning of the scene. Elizabeth realized for the first time that not only had the woman been stroking the man, the man had been stroking her. His fingers played with the space between her legs, every cell of their bodies exposed and open for viewing.
Elizabeth shivered as she trailed her thumb along the hem of her bikinis. She never touched herself outside the hidden safety of her own bed, and seldom did she do even that. She’d only indulged once since becoming pregnant, and that had been months ago now. But carrying this out in the middle of her living room seemed… risqué. Almost taboo. Yet endorphins were good for her and the babies. Healthy, even. She just needed to disengage her brain.
She tugged down her panties. Sliding a hand between her thighs, she allowed her fingers to dance over her core. When the first scene ended, she fast forwarded to another section of the movie until she found the same man in bed with the original brunette as well as a blonde.
As the threesome went from making out to full-on sex, and Elizabeth paid attention to the details. How the two women licked either side of the man’s erection in unison. How they rearranged themselves so that they were laid out like a triangle on the mattress. How the man inserted himself into the blonde while his tongue lapped at the brunette’s core. How the women kissed and fondled each other’s breasts.
Desire surged within Elizabeth, and she closed her eyes, letting her imagination take over even as the sighs and moans continued to emanate from the speakers. She was now the one beneath the actor, the blonde and brunette gone. She reclined beneath him as he leaned over and aimed his length toward her center. Then, she imagined him entering her. Elizabeth grew even slicker, the moisture coming from her folds dousing her fingers.
She’d dreamed of Glen taking her in such a passionate way, of him craving her so much that he threw all his puritanical beliefs out the window so he could pound her into their kitchen floor. Or even just into their mattress. But he never had. He’d never been willing to take her body to the places she was so eager for it to go.
The guy in the movie would, though. He clearly had no hang ups whatsoever with ravishing women. Yet as her fantasy went on, it wasn’t the actor’s features that hovered over her. Another man had taken over where the actor left off, and it was a man she’d only met once. Today.
Her lawyer.
She couldn’t remember his name, but then, she’d always sucked when it came to that. He’d been handsome. Serious. Intense. The man had been dressed in an expensive suit and tie like every other businessman in NYC, but there’d been an aspect to him that felt rough, like an unfinished piece of carpentry. He wore his chestnut hair longer than most men in such professions, it’s ends lighter than the rest and even frayed, like he was overdue for a cut. And his short beard—while tidy—was uneven, as if he’d been interrupted while trimming it.
That edge to his appearance titillated her. She had the impression that he was the sort of man who wouldn’t hesitate to take what he wanted from a woman.
That he wouldn’t hesitate to take what he wanted from her.
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