Dual Desire by JC Szot
AVAILABLE: Monday, December 3rd
This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, December 10th.
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]
Sexually repressed and unable to find a man who’s patient, giving her time to emerge from her shell, Ivy Tanner finds more than she bargained for when she takes a job at The Hidden Hills Resort. Twins Reed and Joel Dyer are enamored from the start when their aunt, June, hires Ivy to manage the front desk. Due to the demands of the tourist industry, Reed and Joel have only been able to connect briefly with various female guests. With the possibility of a permanent relationship, Reed and Joel’s attitude regarding their future changes drastically.
The night of the resort’s annual Halloween party, Ivy is swept off her feet by a masked man. Her partner uses his anonymity to lead her out, enabling her to abandon her sexual inhibitions. While struggling with the euphoric aftermath of her encounter, the twins begin their pursuit. Realizing the twins come as a packaged pair has Ivy reluctantly confessing to her evening of passion. When her masked lover comes forward, will new relationships be strained or strengthened?
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STORY EXCERPT
When
Joel opened the door, he could smell her. He contained his rabid
behavior as he strolled into the kitchen. The track lighting glared off
the sleek strands of her hair, giving it a bluish tint. When her eyes
reluctantly met his, he felt instantly sucked in. I am so fucked.
“Well, well, well.” Joel chuckled, tossing his wallet and keys on the granite island.
“Thought
I’d give Ivy the tour,” Reed said, his admission hurried. Joel could
tell that Reed’s smile was forced, his face pained from the intrusion.
Reed shoved his hands deep into his pockets. Joel also knew that this
was his brother’s apprehensive behavior talking. Joel went to the
refrigerator and grabbed a beer. He held one out for Ivy and Reed. They
waved the beverage away. Joel settled on the stool closest to Ivy. Her
shapely legs filled his line of vision. Her pink-and-white sneakers were
a cute addition to her otherwise professional attire.
“How’d your first day go?” Joel tipped his beer back, trying to hold her darting gaze over the neck of the bottle.
“Fine.” She folded her hands, resting them in front of her. “Things went very well.”
“Good.”
Joel set his beer down. “So, any costume ideas for the party?” The
options that fit her ran through his head like a slide show. She’d make a great Roaring Twenties girl or maybe Cleopatra. A belly dancer! His dick danced inside his trousers.
“I’m
still working on that.” She smiled, her cheeks flushing a delicious
pink. Her skin was a rich, syrupy brown he wanted to lick. “What about
you guys?” She faced Reed, her hair grazing her cheek as she moved. She
was so sexy, her face a series of smooth, sharp lines. Joel’s eyes
dipped down to her breasts. The shirt she wore hid it all. His motto was
if it was kept hidden, then it was worth seeing. He shook off his
thoughts.
“We never tell,” Reed said, smiling. A knowing look passed between them.
“Well, are you ready, Ivy? I should take you home.” Reed reached into his pocket and fingered the keys to the ATV.
“Sure.” Ivy rose from her stool. “See you tomorrow, Joel.”
“You
can count on it.” Joel lifted the bottle to his lips. He sucked the
frothy foam from the neck of the bottle as his eyes absorbed one last
glimpse of Ivy Tanner’s cute ass as it exited the kitchen.
* * * *
After
her shower Ivy sat down in front of her laptop and sent her father a
quick e-mail. He was in Greece visiting some old friends. Her father
always missed his homeland while she was growing up. Now that he was
retired, he was free to roam. After clicking on send, she shut
down. Ivy went into the small, cozy kitchen and fixed a cup of tea. As
the kettle warmed on the stove, she reclaimed her seat at the tiny,
round table.
She
was settled in and getting used to her new surroundings. June had let
her make some minor changes after moving in, such as removing the
cabinet facing and painting the interior of the cabinets a light blue.
It opened up the tiny space. Unlike the twins’ villa that was done in
dark, masculine shades, Ivy’s bungalow was bright and open, the walls a
whitewash accented with furniture and throw pillows in all the primary
colors. Marion’s daughter had a sharp eye.
The
bathroom was her favorite, a deep porcelain tub and vanity done in soft
whites and yellows. Her thoughts moved on to the Halloween party and
her costume, but then quickly changed tracks when Joel’s questioning
eyes burned through her memory. Before one thought was complete, another
pushed through. The way Reed had reached for her hand after helping her
off the ATV, escorting her to the front door of the bungalow. Reed was
sweet, polite, and somewhat chivalrous. Joel was mysterious and darker,
his personality brash. There seemed to be a secret agenda behind his
pressing stares. Ivy shrugged off her concerns.
She
was here to do a job. It would probably be best if she keep her
distance from the twins. Ivy could only wander so far onto middle
ground. Ivy didn’t want to be rude to them, but she needed to be
professional as well. She had a good thing going here at Hidden Hills.
There was one thing she couldn’t deny, and meeting the twins just
magnified what she tried to bury. A part of her ached. Ivy was a normal
woman, a woman who craved a man’s touch. The only problem was she
couldn’t seem to find a man whom she felt safe with, safe enough to let
go.
ADULT EXCERPT
“I
know you’re kind of shy.” Reed rubbed her back, his hands talented.
Reed’s touch was soothing, opening every door that’d been shut tight.
Ivy liked the idea of him being behind her, but how long would that
last? Maybe he’d blow out the candle so it could be dark. Was she ready
for the light? “It’s all right.” His voice was silky. “If something
isn’t comfortable, then just tell me.” His raspy directives filled her
ears like a gusty wind. She felt her body sag back into his.
“Okay.”
She exhaled, willing every muscle to unravel. His lips moved through
the short strands of her hair. He lightly kissed her neck, licking her
skin. Every pore expanded, drinking him in. His hands rested on her
shoulders, edging toward the front of her shirt. She’d worn an old
button-down of her father’s, planning to work in the yard all day. With
every stroke of his hands, she molded into him. Ivy tilted her head,
giving Reed access to her neck, hungering for more. He lightly bit and
tasted. As his fingertips grazed over her breasts, a groan she tried to
suppress escaped from her throat.
“So
beautiful, you are,” Reed whispered, his voice husky with need. His
fingers were working on the buttons of her shirt. She wanted it again.
Ivy couldn’t run away from the urge. All she’d thought about was the
night of the party, and how she’d felt, how her body had soaked up the
physical pleasure she never knew she was capable of having. Had it been
Reed? A worm of apprehension tried to burrow through. No. She wouldn’t
think about that now. There was another man here, eager to please her
again. She welcomed the connection, the experience. Reed’s slow and
methodical movements told her that she was being blessed a second time
with a man of patience.
The
air changed, rushing at her skin as he gently parted the material and
opened her shirt. Reed eased it down her shoulders, letting it drape
over her elbows. Ivy leaned her head back, resting it on Reed’s
shoulder. Through lowered lashes, she watched his hands cup her breasts,
still encased in her lacy, pink bra.
The
same sensations charged through her body—the want, the need. The desire
to connect and feel one with another. This time there were no rules.
She’d be able to react and give Reed the gratification he so eagerly
wanted to provide to her. Could she? Reed had her floating. Would her
womanly instincts just kick in and guide her?
His
fingers worked the front clasp of her bra, slowly peeling the lace away
from her body. Reed lifted her arms, freeing her body from her
clothing. Impulse took over, and Ivy leaned forward and blew out the
candle. Reed chuckled behind her.
“You like the dark, I take it?” His hands skimmed over her skin, leaving a smoldering path on her flesh.
“I
do,” Ivy answered, pushing away every tormented thought that tried to
resurface. This was her chance to return her affections, to practice the
art of giving as well as receiving. She didn’t think she’d have the
chance again, and so soon.
“We
can manage in the dark. I was hoping to see your beautiful body naked.
I’ll just have to see you through my hands.” Reed sucked on her earlobe.
His hands slid over her breasts, gently pumping them in his hands. She
felt her nipples bead in his palms. Her belly rose and fell, the same
sensation she’d felt before.
“Jesus,”
Reed hissed. He held her waist, wanting her to stand. They rose to
their feet. He turned her to face him, their darkened faces meeting. She
followed the sheen of his eyes. Reed fumbled with the button and zipper
of her jeans. Ivy reached for him. She rested her hands on his dense
chest, tracking the formation with her fingertips. Reed’s hands left
her. He yanked his shirt over his head, unable to wait. Her fingers
combed down his chest. She leaned into him, licking his warm flesh. Her
tongue lashed out at his nipple. Reed’s body quivered against hers.
His
hands were back on her, gently pushing her jeans and panties down. He
freed her from her clothing, their shoes removed earlier. Reed’s fingers
traveled over her thighs, finding her core. He gently parted the folds
of her pussy. Ivy panted as he slowly searched for her clit. His touch
had her yearning for him. His hoarsened request had her pleading for it
all.Rearview Mirror by JC Szot
AVAILABLE: Monday, January 7th
This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, January 14th.
[PolyAmour: Erotic Multiple Partner Romance, M/F/M, HEA]
Following a catastrophic diagnosis and the sudden death of her husband, Liz Gallagher becomes a widow at the age of thirty. Grieving and alone, she has to subdivide her property to avoid financial hardship. Ben Neilson and Noah Finley move in next door.
Ben, a successful lawyer, feels Liz’s pain, reaching out to her in attempts to bring her back to the land of the living. Noah, who spent the majority of his teen years in juvenile detention, can’t escape the crime of his youth and has been living the life of an introverted man.
When both men find themselves attracted to their new neighbor, Ben decides to take matters into his own hands, determined to see Liz and Noah heal their pain and stop looking into the rearview mirror of their past.
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STORY EXCERPT
He’d
felt queasy since he’d set foot on her property. It was that nervous
bundle of knots that always formed with anything unknown, whether it was
a person or a situation. Noah couldn’t turn away from a lady who was
struggling. That usually prompted him to intervene. He had no dating
skills, but offering his back for physical labor was no problem.
Ben
was at work, and since Noah only had part-time hours on the road
department, he was planning on getting in a full day of renovations.
He’d watched her from afar, her willowy frame trying to drag a fifty-pound bag of mulch across the yard. A widow at thirty, Jesus. Ben had told him that Liz’s husband had passed away, but to hear it from her made it a hard, cold reality. Did I think she was older? The word “widow” sounded old. The look that glazed over her tired eyes only added to his anxiety.
Noah
never knew what to say or how to handle people like himself, and he was
pretty sure he and Liz were treading water in the same murky pond,
trying not to drown in fear and misery. He didn’t even know how to cope
with himself. The idea of him ever being able to offer any type of
comfort to another was ridiculous. That would be like a shrink going to
see another shrink.
He
paced up and down the length of the porch while he waited for her. The
longer he waited, the more apprehensive he got. What would they talk
about? I’ll just down the tea and scoot back into my own yard. He
leaned on the railing, taking in the rural peacefulness. It really was
beautiful here. He’d had to battle that peacefulness the first few
weeks. It was too quiet for him to sleep. Noah usually needed some type
of background noise. He’d grown up accustomed to the racket of a
twenty-four-hour-a-day operation. It was a daily routine that consisted
of changing shifts, buzzers sounding, and someone in authority ordering
you to your next destination. They decided what you ate, what you wore,
and when you could use the toilet.
After
meeting Ben, Noah often forgot that he no longer needed permission to
do things. Noah gripped the railing. His eyes fell to his clenched
fingers before moving to a nearby plant that sat in the corner where the
railings met. He leaned into the plant. His eyes went wide at the sight
of what looked to be a discarded marijuana cigarette. Tempted to
confirm what he thought he was seeing, he reached for it, but quickly
retreated when the back screen door opened and Liz emerged, carrying a
pitcher of iced tea and two glasses.
“Sit,
please,” Liz said, waving him to the swing. Noah sat down, the swing
swaying. Liz set the glass pitcher and two tumblers down on a small
table. “Help yourself.” Liz walked to the far end of the porch and
retrieved a chair. Relieved that she wasn’t going to sit next to him,
Noah took one of the glasses and poured hers first, careful not to allow
the lemon slices to fall into her glass.
Liz
sat down. Noah handed Liz her drink, surprised that his eyes took a
hasty tour up and over her shapely legs. Her skin looked smooth,
blushing with a peachy hue. Her voice rang out around them. His fingers
gripped the glass.
“Thanks
again.” She smiled, tipping her glass back. Noah nodded, sticking his
nose into his glass, running to safety again. Ben said he had a talent
for that. Whatever others thought was normal was alien to him. Sitting
on a porch gazing out at the countryside drinking iced tea with a woman
was one of them. Noah gulped the chilled tea, his dry throat cooling. A
sweetened fragrance seeped into his nose. Was it her, or nature’s new
season?
“It’s
not a big deal, really,” Noah insisted. “Don’t hurt yourself.” Her
expression changed, dropping a bit. “No, no,” Noah’s voice rose. His
face twisted, wishing he could eat his words right out of the air. You idiot!
“I didn’t mean it that way, really. Just remember that we’re here, me
more so than Ben. You know his job can be demanding. What I’m trying to
say is…” He shook his head in frustration.
Liz
spoke, coming to his aid. “I know.” She smiled. “I’ll ask next time,”
she told him. “Please just be honest with me. If you’re busy, you’re
busy.” She escaped his eyes quickly.
Noah
took a deep breath, relieved. He settled back into the cushions and
extended his legs. His muscles were tightening up, a good excuse to
leave before he got lazy. Instead of drinking his tea, Noah found
himself drinking in Liz’s profile as she stared out into the treed
horizon. Her hair had lovely waves of loose curls, full of movement that
rested right on her shoulders. Her eyes were a pretty, sweet brown, but
they were sad. They sort of dipped downward at the outer edges. The
last part of her face Noah wanted to see was her lips. Regardless of his
dysfunctional fears, his risk didn’t disappoint. Liz did have a
gorgeous mouth, her lips pouty and full. Her soft voice moved through
the tranquil quiet, her eyes still staring into the spacious backyard.
“So what are you working on today?” she asked, facing him. She rested an elbow on her knee, bobbing the toe of her sneaker.
“We’ve
made it upstairs. I’m gutting out the bathroom today. I should get
back.” Noah set his glass down on the table and stood. “If I can help
you with anything else…” Noah raked his fingers through his hair. Liz
rose from her chair.
“I’ll
be sure to ask,” she nodded. A tangle of hair fell over her arched
brow. Her gaze hovered around him, settling on his eyes briefly.
Her question caught him off guard, icing him over like a snowstorm.
“Have you and Ben been friends long?” Liz shifted her weight, maybe uncomfortable with her inquiry.
“I met Ben when I was eighteen,” Noah informed her.
“Oh, wow,” Liz answered, her brows raised.
The
past was coming at him like an avalanche. One question always led to
more. The guys on the road department never pushed, but women were
different. They always wanted to know more.
ADULT EXCERPT
“Thank
you for coming. Every time I see you I want more and more of you,” he
murmured. His voice was low and throaty. Ben’s other hand rested on her
waist. His hips gently rolled against hers. His body spoke, its message
loud and enunciated. She could feel him. His cock was distended, lightly
rubbing against her. Her head fell back, the bark sharp on her scalp.
His face blended in with the shadows, his lips now on hers. A light kiss
led to the breath of his words tickling her lips.
“I’d
like more, but I don’t want to push,” Ben whispered. When his tongue
artfully traced her lower lip, Liz felt her body kick on, waking up like
a dormant machine. The sensation began in her toes, moving up and over
her body like a wild and crazy growth wrapping around her limbs. Their
lips sealed. Their mouths naturally opened, inviting the other in to
taste. His tongue brushed the insides of her mouth, slowly gliding over
the surface of her tongue. The kiss was impeccable, sweeping her off her
feet. Gravity waned, giving in to the power of his affectionate
persuasion.
The
attention and graciousness with which Ben carried himself was as
enticing as his kiss. Though Noah was a powerful deterrent, the way Ben
served his affection to her was a delicacy no woman could turn away
from. He was luring her out. Liz touched his teeth, venturing into his
heat, tasting the fruity sweetness in his mouth. His palms slowly
skimmed up her body, lifting the hem of her tank top. Her lungs caught.
Her heart raced with the craving, the uncertainty. It had her in knots.
Liz’s celibate body screamed. All reservation was gone, being wiped away
by his touch. An anguished moan escaped from her throat. Ben slowly
lifted the material, raising her arms into the air. Her tank top fell
onto the dewy grass at their feet. Ben placed her hands on the thick
branch above. Liz curled her fingers, gripping, hanging on. She hadn’t
worn a bra. The cool air hit her flesh. She felt her nipples tingle in
response. The chalky haze of the moon glazed over her nakedness.
Ben’s hands slid over her torso, cupping her breasts.
“Oh God,” Liz whispered. The huskiness of her voice surprised her. It’s been so long.
His head dipped. Her eyes closed at the sensation of a wet, hot tongue
as Ben licked the swell of her breast. Her nails dug at the bark. Her
lungs fought for more air. She glanced down, watching his lips part. His
mouth enveloped her, suckling gently on her nipple. Fire raged, searing
her skin. Her belly tingled, waking with an erotic excitement. Her hips
fidgeted. His mouth moved slowly, like thick syrup dripping. A rush of
air hit her again as he lowered to his knees. His mouth moved over body,
his teeth nipping at the button of her shorts. Liz’s eyes flew open,
staring into a twinkling night sky. She did want this. The urge was
there. Something that’d been dead was being rebirthed and brought back
to life. Her pussy was wet, swollen with the desire to receive another
man’s attention. He slid her shorts down to her ankles, lifting her feet
with care. He skimmed the edges of her panties, teasing her through the
thin silk before removing them.
His
actions were precise and unhurried. Ben was giving her the opportunity
of a polite refusal. Her body ached for a release. She absorbed his
tender touch. The ground beneath her feet vanished. He had her floating
better than any drug she’d ever ingested. His soft fingers were on her,
parting the delicate folds of pussy. His hot breaths warmed her skin.
The gentleness of his tongue on her had her calling out.
“Ben,” Liz gasped. Her spine crumbled into dust. Ben held her hips, his lips on her navel.
Behind the Iron Fist by JC Szot
[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, HEA]
“I’m
right here.” The words of his affirmation were hoarse. “I want to give
you pleasure. I don’t want you to feel any more pain, just decadent
pleasure. Please let me,” he pleaded. “You’re so beautiful.” He rained
her belly with kisses. His finger eased into her heat, sliding through
her pussy with feathering touches. Liz’s head tipped back, her mouth
opening in awe. He slipped his hands around her hips, cupping her ass.
His mouth suckled her clit before his tongue tenderly lapped at her
pussy with slow, soothing strokes.
“Oh,”
Liz whimpered. Her legs turned to liquid, the weight of her own body
suddenly too much. A hand retreated back. Ben’s finger slid up inside
her, uniting with her heat. She was cresting, riding an endless wave.
His mouth and finger worked in unison, a rhythm that was custom made for
her. Her body arched, bowing into the cool night air. Her arms began to
numb. His finger left her, his tongue now swirling over her pussy.
Behind the Iron Fist by JC Szot
[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, HEA]
Emasculated
by his father’s prejudicial behavior, Drew Walker lives an inward life,
avoiding social situations as well as women. Boxing is an outlet for
Drew, enabling him to vent his pent-up aggressions. When his father is
injured in an accident, he becomes a bedridden liability, forcing Drew
to care for a man he loathes.
Though
dedicated to his fitness regimen, Drew battles the escape that alcohol
provides. Mia Riley, a compassionate LPN who fled from her career
after
losing a patient, resorts to slinging beers in Troy’s Tavern. Drew looks
the way she feels, empty. Her need to heal has her preoccupied with
Drew.
Witnessing
a bar brawl leads to their first encounter. As their relationship
slowly evolves, Mia learns of Drew’s tumultuous childhood. Drew is
confident that he can fight his way through any physical confrontation
and win, but as his attraction to Mia grows, he questions whether he’ll
ever have the confidence to emerge from behind the iron fist and be the
man that Mia wants.
A Siren Erotic Romance
STORY EXCERPT
“Hey,
look what’s come back, just like a stray cat.” Troy laughed. Drew
avoided Troy’s iridescent blue eyes as he settled in on a stool, vowing
to not drink as much tonight. Troy tipped his head back and whistled.
The high shrill rang in Drew’s ears. “Mia, your pardoned patron has
returned.” Troy chuckled.
Troy
gestured to Drew’s usual choice of draft on tap. Drew nodded and leaned
on the edge of the bar. Troy slid the mug across the glossy surface.
Drew sipped from the cold, sudsy head, his throat tightening when the
barmaid who’d saved him from his own stupidity came out from the back
room.
Though
he’d taken notice of her beauty amongst the darkness the night before,
today a certain aura radiated around her. Drew blinked, thinking the
glow that surrounded her like glitter would evaporate like some type of
mythical fantasy. Her hair was loose, resting right at her shoulders. It
moved when she did. It was a honey blonde, with a few sun-streaked
strands woven through. It was swept to the side, framing her large, oval
eyes. She grinned at him, sort of a playful smirk, and slid his keys
across the bar. Drew lifted his hand, catching them in his palm.
“Nice save.” Her smile warmed him right down to his sneakers. He swallowed hard, his throat not allowing the beer to pass go.
“Thanks…I mean thanks for, you know…” He felt his lips pull into a smile.
“No
problem.” She turned and poured some beer nuts into a wooden bowl and
slid them toward him. Drew couldn’t help but stare when her eyes met his
again. They were unique, a light brown, but blended with something
else. It was like stirring different colors of paint together in a can,
the shades swirling. There were streaks of a soft olive-green with
almost a golden hue. Her easy, feminine voice jarred him out of his
thoughts, thoughts he hadn’t had in a long time.
“You’re
driving tonight, right?” Her pearly whites nipped at her lower lip.
Drew stifled a groan as his eyes lowered down into his mug.
“Yes…yes, I am.” He smiled faintly, battling a wave of heat that he knew wasn’t due to any type of sickness.
* * * *
Mia chuckled nervously and then fled to the back to load the dishwasher. Good Lord.
She fanned herself. The guy was gorgeous, but not in a pretentious way.
Mia could always tell when a guy thought he was better than sliced
bread, but not this guy. It almost seemed to be the other way around,
his eye contact a bit skittish, his tone of voice shy and somewhat
reserved.
Dark,
wavy hair, trimmed around his ears, framed a narrow, angular face, his
cheeks lightly dusted with a shadowy growth. He was built like Mr.
Olympian, but in no way flaunted it. Last night she’d felt his iron-hard
bicep, but the rest of his physique had been hidden under all of his
baggy clothes. Today he’d gone lighter with his apparel. His arms were
dense, his biceps sloped, his neck corded. His eyes looked black last
night. Today they were just as dark, like strong coffee. There was
intensity in his gaze, but that troubled look still lingered in the
depths of his eyes.
Troy
said he came in often. His name was Drew Walker. Mia had seen him a few
times before, but he was always huddled in the corner of the bar, only
speaking to Troy. Would she have noticed him last night if he hadn’t
tried to leave drunk? The bar had been almost empty. She had to go back
out there and put the wine glasses away. The fluttering feeling in her
stomach had her laughing at herself. Who was this guy? She hadn’t felt
this jittery since her eighth grade formal.
* * * *
He
was tempted to wait for her, maybe offer to drive her home, but as fast
as that idea came, it fled. What was a woman like her doing working in a
place like this? She seemed too refined and educated. Drew wanted to
know about this so-called blood on her hands because something didn’t
fit. She was out of place, too good for the dark, seedy surroundings of
Troy’s Tavern, which meant she wouldn’t want any part of him.
There
were other places to go to sit and drink, but Troy’s was cheap and
close to home. It was also smack dab in the middle of his running route.
He could find his way home blindfolded. She assaulted his thoughts.
Drew wanted to know more, but didn’t want to creep her out by asking
questions. It was at these times that Drew was allowing Blake to win.
That old inadequacy came flooding back. Scenarios like this killed him.
Whenever
he thought of talking to her, the words congealed in his throat, so he
resorted to watching her, which most women would also consider creepy,
but it was safer for him. His quick sideward glances went unnoticed by
her, but he wasn’t fooling Troy. When Drew intercepted the third
questioning glance from Troy, he decided it was time to leave. He slid
off the stool and rummaged in his pocket to pay the tab. She plowed
through the swinging doors carrying a rack of glasses. Here was his last
chance, for tonight anyway.
ADULT EXCERPT
He
guided their bodies toward his room and kicked the door closed,
shutting his father out of this precious consummation. Tonight Drew
would make her his. He’d utilize every skill, no matter how tarnished he
thought he was. He was determined to shine. Drew didn’t have to worry
about fine-tuning his performance. His actions would be brought forth by
his heart and emotions. They were both in sync and running at full
throttle.
Drew
yanked his shirt over his head and guided her hands to him, placing
them on his chest, wanting to experience her touch. Her fingers strummed
over his nipples. A welcoming chill spread over his flesh. Clothing
rustled in the dark. He wanted to see her. As his eyes adjusted in the
dark shadows, that wish was granted. Thin bars of light from a partial
moon spilled into the room, adorning her skin with a frosty finish.
Silky strands of gold spread over her shoulders.
Need
had his body revving. Shapely lines of sleek flesh filled his eyes as
more of her was revealed to him as they both disrobed.
Mia
removed her blouse. Her lacy bra glinted in the pearly light. Her eyes
smoldered into his, matching his desire. She unbuttoned her jeans and
lowered them on her hips. The black trim of her panties had him biting
his lip until it bled. Her slender fingers traced over her own flesh as
they moved up and over her breasts. She taunted him with the front clasp
of her bra. Drew was naked now, stroking his own cock as it reached for
her, begging for her graceful fingers. Her heated gaze dripped over
him, taking him in. Her fingers worked the clasp, spreading the delicate
material, and all for his viewing pleasure. Drew sucked in a rush of
air. His palms burned, itching to touch the perfect mounds. Her nipples
beaded like dark berries that he couldn’t wait to eat.
“Mia.”
Drew felt his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard. “You’re so
beautiful.” She smiled, her expression warm, welcoming him. Her sleepy
voice reached for him through the darkened haze of his room.
“Just
take me. I won’t break.” Her voice was barely audible. “I’ve wanted you
for so long now.” Drew took her into his arms. Her warm skin slid
against his. Her fingers combed over his cock, making his entire body
short-circuit. Her touch was light and gentle. His concentration was now
hindered. His hands moved over her shoulders, learning her body,
exploring. He traced the firm swell of her breast, lowering his head.
Drew nuzzled his face into her pillowed flesh. Her pulse pounded under
his mouth as he sampled her, his hunger mounting.
He
pulled her nipple into his mouth, tonguing the hard peak. Her hands
held his head, pressing him into her. She was so soft. His fingers
wandered, dipping below the loose waistband of her jeans. He threaded
through soft curls, parting her petite folds. The tips of his fingers
glazed over with her liquid heat. Drew whimpered, releasing her from his
mouth. He fell to his knees, praising her.
“Oh,
God.” Mia’s anguished whisper filled the heated silence. Her breaths
resounded in his ears. Drew’s cheek slipped down the expanse of her
body. He licked her belly button, feeling the delicate piercing. He
opened his eyes, taking in the glinting belly ring that accentuated her
lovely navel. He slowly eased her jeans and panties down her legs,
removing her shoes and socks with care. Drew petted her calves,
smoothing his hands up and down her curved legs. Downy, dark hair
lightly dusted her folds. He glided a finger through the slick creases
of her pussy. She was so hot and wet, and all for him.
Drew
breathed her in, her scent musky and spiced. His finger found the tiny
jewel inside. He circled her clitoris slowly, looking up at her. Her
head fell back, her eyes now closed. Her beautiful breasts lifted as her
lungs dragged in additional air.
“Drew,
please,” she hissed. He couldn’t speak, not yet. His eyes burned, his
stare locked on her glorious nakedness. He leaned into her and kissed
her pussy. Her hips rocked, arching for his mouth. He gently opened her
and licked her wet walls. Her intimate flavor burst in his mouth. His
tongue burrowed deeper, wanting to taste her richness. How he thirsted
for her. He feasted on her, licking her lovingly.
“Oh,
Drew, God.” Her words died on a gasping breath. The sound of his name
on her lips made him crazy. “That’s wonderful.” Her hips began to rock
against his mouth. Mia widened her stance, giving him more access. He
licked down into her depths, gorging on her. Her pussy rained in
response. He held her hips, steering her to the edge of the bed, and sat
her down. When Mia leaned back and lifted her legs, Drew was catapulted
into heaven. She anchored her heels on the edge of the bed, spreading
herself for him.
Her
taste grew thick and honeyed. He played with her clit, flicking his
tongue against the hub of her pleasure. Her legs trembled. He stilled
her with his hands as he held her thighs open. Her pussy flowered,
opening more for him. Drew angled his mouth, dragging his tongue up and
down her silken tissues. Her huffing words had him leaning back on his
heels, his head spinning with a pent-up desire that was rushing fast.
“I want you, please. I’ve wanted you from the beginning.”
Her
admission had his eyes pooling with emotion. Drew stood, waiting for
his head to right itself. Mia yanked him out of his haze of ecstasy when
she tugged on his arm, pulling him onto the bed.
“Lie down,” she whispered, brushing loose strands of hair out of her eyes.
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