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Today I'm serving up another excerpt from my erotic thriller Exposure, due out next Friday from Excessica. Enjoy!
We
leave the car at the edge of the park and stroll along the paths to
the crest of the hill. We seem to have the place to ourselves. New
leaves whisper on the oak branches that arch over our heads. The
spring air is like wine. It seems totally natural that we should be
holding hands. I feel my heart quicken as we emerge from the trees
and see the lights of the city spread out before us.
This
place is breathtaking. The broad lawn slopes downward nearly half a
mile. When I was a child, I rode my sled down this incline, screaming
with excitement as we gathered speed. Past the grove at the foot, we
see the lights of Oakland, violet and orange, and further to the
west, nestled between the rivers, the glittering towers of downtown.
The
night is moonless, so clear that even with the urban brilliance
below, the stars are visible. There is some kind of perfection here.
I breathe deeply and feel the knot of tension in my chest soften.
Peace, for the first time in two days.
We
don’t speak. Jimmy leads me to a bench where we can fully
appreciate the view. His arm is around my shoulder, his fingers warm
on my bare arm. I welcome his touch. For a moment, I just let go,
close my eyes and lean my head against his chest. His aftershave
mingles with his natural odor, a luscious masculine scent that I find
amazingly comforting. Yes. This is what I need.
I
am not surprised to find his lips on mine, firm but undemanding.
Again, this feels natural and right. I sink into his kiss, opening
myself to his tentative tongue, tasting the beer he had with dinner.
“Stella,” he murmurs, his hands wandering over my body.
My
nipples spring to attention as he brushes them with his fingers. My
sex swells and dampens when he lays his palm across the curve of my
belly. He has not stopped kissing me. Our tongues dance like familiar
partners. With each twirl, I grow more aroused.
I
realize that he is unfastening my dress, one slow button at a time.
Part of me wants him to rip it off, to take me without any warm-up,
but I also appreciate his measured, gradual approach. He’s afraid
I’ll stop him, I realize. Suddenly I feel that I must reassure him.
“Just
a moment, Jimmy,” I say, my voice barely more than a whisper. I
stand and face him, continuing the work he began on my buttons. One
hand unfastens them from neckline to waist, the other from waist to
hem. He’s transfixed, watching me. I see the fabric between his
legs stir as he grows more excited.
My
timing, as always, is perfect. The delay at each button is painful
and yet he savors the wait, the building suspense. I don’t try to
get into Jimmy’s head. I merely watch him as he watches me. His
excitement feeds mine, and mine his, in a hot loop spiraling tighter
with each breath.
I
shrug my dress onto the grass. “Take out your cock, Jimmy,” I
murmur. “I want to see you. Touch yourself for me.”
Jimmy
needs no second invitation. In a flash his fly is open and his
erection is swaying in the night air. The taut skin on the shaft
shines pale in the dim light. The knob is much darker. Without taking
his eyes from mine, he cups the bulb in one hand, rubbing the swollen
flesh against his palm. With the other hand, he grips himself near
the root and begins a slow stroking.
“That’s
lovely, Jimmy.” Exposed by the half-bra, my nipples throb each time
he squeezes himself. I roll them between thumb and forefinger,
wishing I could take them in my mouth.
There’s
no point in removing the brassiere; he can see all my charms, and the
black lace contrasts nicely with my dusky skin. But the thong is
definitely in the way. I can feel myself blooming, unfolding in
anticipation of having that hardness inside me. I suddenly lose
patience with my gradual progress. Without ceremony, I push the
panties down to my ankles and step out of them.
In
twinkling city light, I think I must look like a goddess: breasts
like globes, thighs like columns of marble flanking the dark entrance
to the mystic grotto. Jimmy is hugely erect now, but he almost looks
frightened, confronted as he is by the awesome mystery of
womanliness. I feel a surge of affection that nicely seasons my lust.
“It’s
okay, Jimmy,” I whisper in his ear as I roll a condom over his
hardness and sink my pussy down onto his cock. That is the last thing
that either of us says for some time.
9 comments:
Love the excerpt....your scene building mirrors the pace of the seduction perfectly.
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Oh boy... great snippet!
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Nicely paced and intense!
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Mmmm, mmmm good! Thanks for the giveaway!
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Fantastic excerpt! I cant wait to check this book out! Thank you for sharing! Congrats on your success! Have an amazing day!
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Woah, that was quite a excerpt.
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I've drawn a winner - congratulations, Jana!
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