Page 1 of Change of Plans

One

Tanya

I wasn’tsure when my dream turned from reciting the poem “If” while standing naked in Times Square to something a hell of a lot more erotic, but I wasn’t about to complain. Not when I had a tongue flicking back and forth across my clit at just the right speed to keep me moving steadily toward climax.

Erik’s tongue.

I’d know it anywhere.

My eyelids fluttered as a ripple of pleasure washed over me. I didn’t need to look down to know what I’d see. Sandy brown hair brushing the insides of my thighs. My legs propped up on broad shoulders. A pair of bright blue eyes that would sparkle as he inevitably peeked up at me to see my responses. I wasn’t an artist like Jace or a photographer like Alix, but I knew my fiancé’s body well enough that I could see every line of it in my mind’s eye.

“Mmm…” I moaned as his tongue moved lower, and the sound echoed strangely in my ears.

It sounded too…real.

As it often happened in a dream, thinking about it being a dream startled me awake. But the sensations continued. The hands holding my hips in place were still there, hot against my skin, the grip tight enough that I knew I couldn’t break free. The mouth between my legs was still hot and slick against my sensitive skin.

I pushed aside the covers, and drank in the sight of billionaire Erik Sanders going down on me like it was the first time. He was one of North America’s wealthiest men, known for his philanthropy as well as his physical appearance. Basically, he was the man straight men wanted to be, and straight women wanted to fuck.

But he was mine. All mine.

I didn’t consider myself a possessive person, but when it came to Erik, all bets were off. And I knew he felt the same way about me.

He slid a finger inside me, and I let out a shuddering breath in anticipation. I didn’t have to wait long as he curled his finger and found my g-spot, stroking it with just the right amount of pressure.

Some people thought that having sex with the same person over and over eventually got boring, but I didn’t get it. Erik knew all of my erogenous zones, and he didn’t fumble around trying to figure out what to touch and how. He was the only man I’d ever been with, and I was more than okay with that. I didn’t want to explore other possibilities. He was the only person I wanted.

“Erik.” His name was a plea, and he knew exactly what I was asking for as I reached down to bury my fingers in his hair.

“Not yet, sweetheart.”

I growled in frustration, earning a low chuckle that vibrated against my skin.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make you fly.”

A different sort of flush spread across my skin as a memory came forward. The first time we’d been together, I’d used a line from Erik’s first book, one about making me fly. Every so often, one of us would use a version of it, and I’d be right back there, looking up at him as he showed me the reality of things I’d only read about before.

We hadn’t been in love the first time we’d come together, but I’d still felt a connection between us, even back then. Now, it was beyond a mere connection, beyond even intimacy. When we were together, even if he wasn’t inside me, I felt like we were the same person, felt the same things. It wasn’t anything I could put into words, but I knew Erik could if he tried.

His finger slipped out of my pussy, and then the tip pressed against my anus. My eyelids fluttered, and I raised my hips, the motion causing my silk nightie to slide farther up my torso. His tongue went back to teasing my clit as he eased his finger inside. The slight burn made me moan, but I welcomed the fire, let the heat spread.

“Take it off,” Erik ordered as he worked a second finger into my ass. “I want to see you play with those pretty nipples, get them all nice and hard for me.”

I pulled my nightie over my head and then cupped my breasts. My thumbs caressed the bottom curve of my nipples, then moved over the tips. I shivered from the contact, then moaned as Erik’s fingers stretched me, preparing me for what I knew was coming.

I’d never imagined that I’d be the type to enjoy the bites of pain that Erik inflicted, the little jolts that came with being spanked and flogged, and all sorts of other delicious things, but from the moment we’d come together, it’d always felt right.

“Pinch them.” His voice was rough, but the bite he gave to my inner thigh was rougher.

I did as I was told, arching my back as pain flowed up from my leg and down from my breasts to meet low in my belly, coiling there as Erik coaxed me to the edge again.

“Please.” I wasn’t too proud to beg. Not when everything in me was throbbing with need.

“Not yet.”

His hands moved to my hips, and he flipped me over before I could protest. I barely prevented my face from hitting the mattress, and I had no time at all to brace myself before he buried his cock in my aching pussy with one deep thrust.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you always feel so fucking good.” He curled his body over me and nipped the back of my shoulder.

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