One reason I love reading and writing romance novels is because you get a glimpse behind the curtain. At least, in the books I like you do. The author will let you know what the man and woman are thinking — even if the hero and heroine remain oblivious to each others thoughts, which is often part of the plot.
But I love when you hear how much a man or a woman loves his partner. How they notice every little thing, and appreciate every snuggle and sigh. It warms my heart. In this week’s blog, Tan picks Sinna up from a day out with Tommy and Lani, and we get a peek into his head. He reflects on his relationship with Sinna, why it works, and she introduces him to a new sexual concept that he finds very appealing… Let me know what you think! Next week, “Saints and Sinnas” will be for sale in the Kindle store!
Oh, the picture is of South Korean actor Ha Seok Jin who is coming out in a new drama, “When I Was the Most Beautiful,” that I hope is as good as it — he — looks. That deep voice of his…yum.
XOXO,
SS
Sometimes Tan couldn’t quite believe that she was his, that she wanted him, shy, awkward and frequently ridiculous if his members teasing held any water. She was so gorgeous and funny and smart. He felt she could have anyone, and he was vigilant about protecting her. There were a lot of vultures about. He’d intercepted too many looks and comments to ever think people were put off by her prim style.
He was grateful that she was modest in dress. She needed a foil for the sexiness she couldn’t hide. It was part of who she was. It was her confidence, her American-ness. If he was fair — which he absolutely was not — he couldn’t really blame other men for looking or being interested. God knew these days he’d rather spend more of his time in her bed than anywhere else.
He’d taken to lovemaking like a duck to water, she told him, smirking in that teasing way she’d perfected to make him go after her. He couldn’t deny it. He adored touching her, shaping those slender brown curves, rubbing his face all over every inch of soft skin, filling his mouth with everything his hands couldn’t hold. He’d never imagined the pleasure he found in her arms.
He adored her touch, her compliments on his “masculine beauty.” He’d never admit it of course but he loved when he caught her talking about him on the phone to her fashion contacts:
“Don’t be ridiculous. Of course it’ll work! He’s fucking gorgeous. The mouth, the nose, the eyes, those cheekbones, and trust me. You’ll never have to worry about that body. Those mukbang videos are bullshit, girl. They eat like that for the video. The rest of the time it’s sweet potatoes and apples.”
Not anymore. Yet, though he ate more now, she never once even hinted that his size was bothersome. On the contrary. One of her favorite things to do out of bed was to stand behind him and “pop out,” laughing as she scared someone because his broad shoulders blocked her completely.
Her praise, her enjoyment and acceptance of him, she’d transformed him. He’d begun to speak up for himself more in meetings — a fact his manager was not pleased about — and Tan became someone else entirely in her bed. Someone confident, demanding, and according to her, oh so sweetly manipulative.
But Sinna never shied away from anything he wanted. She liked his dominance. When he whispered in her ear that she was a bad girl and that he ought to spank her, she just sighed and stuck out her little butt for his hand.
He thought his heart would burst from his chest when her body juiced around his cock after that first, fateful strike, and when she came all over him shuddering with pleasure, he lost it. He fucked her harder than he ever had before, selfishly using her body for his pleasure. Later he was almost tearful he was so apologetic.
Sinna just laughed. “Stow the guilt, honey. Couldn’t you tell I liked it?”
Still, as much as he relished any opportunity to bury himself in her warm, soft body, it was her heart he wanted. He wanted more than the instinctive and generous care she gave to him and all those around her. He wanted everything.
He wanted things he knew he was likely never to get. Like her, needy and clingy, demanding more of his time and attention. Yeah, right. He was more apt to behave that way than she was.
Her team loved her. Her cousin adored her, and having met her friends, he could see that they cherished her too. He wanted her to want him with the same intensity he wanted her, but he worried he’d never get that.
“You alright love?” he asked as they walked through the underground parking garage in his building. “Shall I carry you?”
“On your back like in a drama?” She laughed.
“Sure,” he teased. “You could pull it off.”
She shook her head. “No, baby, but thank you. Lani started pouring water about an hour ago, and she insisted we eat fruit so we won’t look bloated tomorrow.”
He pulled her close and kissed her cheek. “You’re sleepy.”
“You don’t sound happy about that,” she said, voice dry. “I suppose you think you ain’t gettin’ none tonight?”
“The thought crossed my mind,” he admitted. “But I won’t die. Probably.”
She laughed softly. “Ahhh. I get it. You’ve never had sleepy pussy before.”
He burst out laughing. “Sleepy pussy? What’s that?”
“It’s when your female partner is half asleep, but the pussy is still wet and warm and engaged,” she explained. “There’s no hardcore fucking with sleepy pussy, but sweet, sensuous lovemaking is wholeheartedly encouraged.”
“It sounds wonderful, darling. I love learning something new,” he grinned.
She offered him an elegant walking bow. “I’m here all day.”
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