Hey y’all. Sorry I’ve been MIA. Every time I think, I need to blog, I get distracted. But I have been writing, so things are popping. In this unedited snippet, Lou and Lucky are getting it on for the first time… Lemme know what you think. – SS
He tasted sweet. Drugging and sweet.
Her neck and shoulders liquefied under his hands, and the loose, hot feeling spread to nestle in the damp flesh between her legs. She hadn’t felt it in a long time, maybe never like this. Need. Hard, grinding, a hairs breadth from desperation kind of need. It wobbled in the backs of her thighs and knees. Made the tips of her breasts hurt and an incessant beat throb where thigh met body.
She felt shaky, strangely disconnected, as though the feelings in body and the turmoil in mind were being stretched farther and farther apart on a rope that grew frayed and threatened to snap at any moment. Good Christ, she thought, holding onto her mind doggedly. The sensations he inspired even sensitized the bottoms of her feet.
“I want to lay in your bed with you.”
She nodded, busy nipping at his full lips. He was a strikingly beautiful man, and oddly restful with it, it soothed the need a little. That aura of peace that hung around him like another layer of skin. Not much, but a little. Until she stopped kissing and actually looked at his mouth, so full lipped and blush red, already swollen from her. That mouth spoke of passion not peace. Add in that deep voice, it was almost overkill. But she’d bite. Literally.
She felt them move, but before she took another breath they were in her bedroom. Her back hit the bed with a soft whump, and then she felt him tugging away her yoga pants. Her underwear next. Then she couldn’t see, he was tugging her shirt over her head. The bra went next. Then he just wrapped her up, her naked body against his fully clothed one. She shivered uncontrollably. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced.
Different textures of fabric twisting against her skin, rasping and pinching her flesh. And his touch, she shuddered. It was hard, hot, certain. He touched her like he wanted to crawl inside her, to nest, burrow beneath her skin and be that close, that intimate. She couldn’t stay quiet, and her gasps and moans seemed to speak to him because neither could he. He managed to be a bit more articulate, however, and she loved what he whispered.
How happy he was. How he’d waited for this moment, how much he loved touching her, how wonderful her body felt. How he couldn’t wait to get inside her.
“I can’t really know how good it will feel, how good it must feel, but I can guess,” he whispered, already moving her legs apart, nestling where he wanted to be. “Soft and warm, wet and then hot. I can even guess how you will taste.”
“Why guess, love?” Lou sucked those soft, bitable lips, intent on realizing the promise they offered.
He grinned and flipped them over until he lay on his back with her draped over him. “Really? You’re letting me have you? This isn’t another of your tricks, a bit of the old mind fuckery, as you like to call it? You’re letting me have exactly what I want?”
She laughed softly as he spat her words back to her. “There is no trick, Lucky. And since you’re feeling me up as we speak, and I’m as naked as the day I was born, I think you know perfectly well what I’m letting you have. What? You don’t want me anymore? That was fast.”
He laughed, laughed so hard, his shaking shook her.
“Oh, I want you, alright.” He moved her this way and that, investigating every inch of her body. “I want you rather more than I want to do just about anything. I’ve wanted you since the first moment I laid eyes on you.”
As a line she could have written better. In fact, she had written better. But somehow he made the old school compliment sound fresh, sincere. So she offered her own well worn, much beloved cliché. “Silver tongued devil,” she panted, her breathing shallow. She began to sweat. She could feel drops forming along her hairline, between her breasts. He was so warm. She shivered as every scrap of her seemed to melt. If she didn’t know better she’d have sworn her muscles were actually stretching from the heat, the tension floating from her limbs like vapor.
“You were so funny and pretty.”
“When?” She didn’t really care. God, his ass was amazing, she squeezed, hard, and smiled when he shuddered.
“When we first met. You charmed me with that wonderful rhythmic way of speaking you have.”
He nodded. “Oh, yes.” Suddenly he pushed her off him. He stood quickly and quickly stripped. “I can’t wait,” he told her, eyes worshipful as they ran over her naked body lying in a boneless heap where he’d left her.
He was back in a flash, wrapping her up again like gift paper. “I’m sorry if I’m rushing. I’ll make it up to you next time,” he whispered, making his way in even as he spoke. Her body made it easy. But it was tight. Her last lover was a long time ago, and very far away.
He shuddered as he sank. “Oh, I needed that,” he said, when his hips met hers, sounding a hair stronger. “I just needed inside you,” he squeezed her everywhere, like literally everywhere. It was the best feeling in the world. Like being hugged from every angle. “This makes me so happy.”
Now she was charmed. And full. She’d never been so full. It should have hurt, but all she felt was good. The build was already starting, the throb and swell as each millimeter of skin reacted to him stretching and rubbing and filling her up. She laughed. “Yeah?”
He nodded. “Does it feel good to you too?”
“Oh, yes,” she said, voice deep and raspy. “I think it feels divine.” She shifted her hips, and he slid out, then all the way back in. He groaned and began to move a little. “It feels even better when you move.”
“No, no, no. Not yet,” he grabbed her hips, controlling her movements. “Not this time. I need this time, please. I beg a free pass.”
She laughed softly. “Why?”
“I’ve waited too long to have you. I’m too anxious to take the care and patience I should. I must be a little selfish, which I regret, but if you move I won’t be able to control myself at all. I’ll be too rough, and then you might not want to do it again. Please, my girl, keep still for me.”
“Well, if you insist,” she teased, and felt her heart melt a little when he groaned and shoved his face into the crook of her neck. He sucked fretfully at her skin, and she couldn’t help but rub her breasts against his chest. His touch was like electricity, but each tiny, reverberating shock only made her want more.
“Don’t laugh! This is very important.”
She felt him smile against her neck. “I can feel you smiling against my neck.”
He nipped her. “Stop laughing.” Then he chuckled, and she joined in and soon she was practically howling with laughter. It was the most extraordinary feeling, brewing an orgasm while laughing. She must write about it.