How to Tame a Cougar

The cityscape filled her vision. Blues, greens and grays decorated the many buildings that surrounded the hospital. The occasional tree peppered the view. From here, she could see what the city planners had once dreamed of. A landscape so beautiful, it could only be described as picture perfect.

"I'm in my last year of school to be an architect. I love coming here for the view." His hushed voice in the quiet room blended into the ambience almost as if he belonged to it.

"This is beautiful, Damian." She pressed her hands against the windows, heedless of any prints that would remain. How could this have been under her nose all these years and she'd never noticed?

"Next to you, Shawna, it might as well be a blank canvas. You make it perfect by standing there."

Oh wow. Her mouth fell open, and she remembered to close it. He really did have it bad for her. She didn't dare turn to look at him. If she did, she would be lost.

His warm hands on her shoulders were her only indication that he'd moved. They squeezed gently, massaging some of the stiffness from her day.

Over the pounding of her heart, outside the thick windows, the sounds of the city played. Car horns honked. The occasional bird sang. A single dog barked.

Inside the room, blood boiled within her veins. The firm pressure of his massage sparked dual flames. The heat cascaded down her arms, over her torso, almost melting her insides.

"You're a perfect example of architecture." His breath caressed her cheek and tickled the top of her ear. "May I explain?"

She nodded. With that accent he could read words straight from the dictionary, line by line, and they'd sound like the most erotic love poem ever imagined.

"Here," he whispered as a hand moved to stroke her chin, then down her neck, "is God's eave. Made in perfect alignment. Designed to accentuate. And here—" his touch travelled across her collar bone, "mitered in construct for support. And see over there? The domes?" The buildings a few miles away would be hard to miss. When she nodded, he continued. "They are man's attempt at replicating this perfection. The cupolas of woman."

Soothing hands traveled over her stomach to graze the rounded globes of her breasts. He stroked them gently, as if memorizing every inch of her. Her nipples strained in response, only to be ignored.

"What else?" she asked. Catching her breath took some work. "What else can you teach me about architecture?"

His hands slid down her abdomen and stopped at her bellybutton. "Hmm. This bit of decoration might be a frieze."

"A frieze," she repeated. Only a few places of her anatomy remained to be compared. She'd get him to ease her tension one way or the other. Her voice grew husky. "What else?"


ADULT EXCERPT

Her mind drifted again to thoughts of Damian. What would it feel like if his hands caressed her now, his olive skin next to the mocha of hers? Maybe his hands would be calloused with hard lines that rubbed over the soft curve of her belly.

Her fingers trailed down.

He'd part her thighs and inhale the scent of her sex. Maybe he'd even dip in for a taste, letting his tongue swirl over her clit. The resultant sensation would send lightning bolts through her body.

Shawna's finger sought and found the hardened nub. She stroked it lightly. With each touch, she increased the pressure, sending shooting sparks of pleasure rippling out in waves.

Her thighs would involuntarily tighten around his head. She'd run her fingers through his hair and pull him closer. Her hips would tilt to him. She'd give him all of herself.

She moaned out loud. It slipped past her lips, breaking the silence. An amazing tingling sensation streaked out from her center and traveled her length until it saturated her limbs. Shawna stroked harder and faster, chasing ultimate release.

Damian. He'd grip her tightly, holding her in place to ride out the pleasure he gave her. He'd suck and nibble. Taste and explore. And she'd shudder around him. Her pussy would tighten.

It throbbed now, pulsing a needy rhythm as she walked the line of orgasm and almost tipped into its embrace.

She called up a stronger image of Damian between her thighs. And finally, finally two more strokes to her sensitive clit propelled her over that edge.

Shawna cried out his name as she shattered into a million brilliant stars. She soared above the heavens, then floated gently back to earth. By the time she caught her breath, her racing pulse began its descent too.

With her body tingling and full of life, she rinsed quickly. All days should end like this. She'd rush to get home before the feeling dissipated entirely. Maybe she'd still run the tub and enjoy some wine anyway.

The inadequate towel covered just her tender bits, but she kept it on as she stepped out of the bathroom to dress. On the bed next to her clothes, the real Damian perched like a hunter about to pounce on its prey.

With a glint in his eyes, he said, "You were going to call me when you needed to let off some steam. I could have made that orgasm much, much better for you."