Surrogates. KD Grace

      It was a good thing the table was sturdy because the orgasms had graduated from tremors to convulsions and, in what might have been an effort to keep her client safely on the table, Ellen crawled her way up Bel’s body, kissing and nipping as she went, until she was well and truly on top of her, breast to breast, pubis to pubis and mouth to mouth.

      ‘Taste how yummy you are,’ Ellen breathed, coming up from a deep tongue kiss. ‘I’ve never tasted anything so sumptuous.’

      Bel had tasted herself before, but only tentatively on the tips of her fingers after masturbating, nothing like the wet, fecund taste of her on another woman’s face, on another woman’s mouth.

      ‘And now, let’s come together,’ Ellen sighed. She shifted until her thigh was in between Bel’s legs, pressing up tight against her client’s sopping pussy, then she wriggled and manoeuvred until Bel’s thigh was equally pressed between her legs, up tight against the heat of her, the split of her, the unbelievably soft wet of her. Then she began to undulate and writhe. Bel mirrored her motions, shifting her hips, pressing her thigh, tightening her legs against the leg that rubbed her cunt, as Ellen did the same. Undulation became hard shifting. Hard shifting gave way to flat-out thrusting and pumping accompanied by animal grunts and growls, and the table shook beneath them. Muscles tensed and stretched tight. All breathing stopped, and the room was sucked dry of everything but raw, super-heated need. And when Bel was sure she would die in the agony of pleasure, in the bruising vice-grip of Ellen’s thighs, everything shattered and broke apart in a kaleidoscope of colours. Heatwaves and shudders rose up from the centre of both women in the explosion of their release. Each smothered the other in wet kisses and humid giggles before falling limp and breathless in a tangle of arms and legs.

      Chapter Five

      Simon’s last appointment had cancelled, so he was at Dan’s almost two hours earlier than they were scheduled to meet. But it was all right. Dan had given him the gate code and told him to feel free to wander about and get to know the place. He wanted a proper Renaissance garden, and it was going to be a big one. Typical of Dan Alexander. He never did things by halves. He hadn’t when he and Simon had been at uni together, and apparently he still didn’t. Simon didn’t mind, though. Getting to know this space would be a pleasure. It was a good thing, because he’d be spending a lot of time in it for a while.

      It was a lovely space, very hilly and scrubby in places, with lots of havens for birds and wildlife, which he intended not only to leave but to enhance. It was a challenge he was looking forward to. In his mind, he could already see where the topiary maze would be and where he would place the big fountain, the centrepiece of the garden. It was like seeing a landscape appearing through the rising mist. It was always like that when he had the opportunity to create an outdoor space that was both beautiful and useful.