My Sunday Snog today comes from my erotic suspense novel Exposure. I’ve been thinking about my heroine, Stella—in fact, I have a post about her over at Oh Get a Grip tomorrow—so I thought I’d let her come out and play.
After
you’re finished here, I hope you’ll head back to Victoria’splace, for more sexy Sunday kisses.
Sex,
blood and betrayal... It’s all in a day’s work.
Finally,
he puts down his drink. “Shall we get started? Let me get a bit
more comfortable.” He shrugs off his suit jacket and places it over
the desk chair. I gasp as I see that he is wearing a revolver in a
shoulder holster. He smiles, just a little, as he removes this and
hangs it over the chair on top of the jacket. “I’m a dangerous
man, Stella, and I have many enemies. I have to take care of myself.”
I nod vaguely. I’m not exactly reassured.
He
seats himself back on the sofa. “The stereo is over there,” he
says, pointing to a complicated pile of audio equipment next to the
bar. Somehow, I figure out how where insert my thumb drive and how
to start it playing. I turn to face my audience.
The
first bars of the music free me from any anxiety. I fix my eyes on
him and begin to move. Graceful. Sensual. I’m extremely turned on,
but I want this performance to be classy, not raunchy the way I
sometimes am.
The
shoes go first. Now I unfasten my jacket, lingering over each button.
Building the suspense. I’m wearing regular lingerie, flimsy and
feminine, instead of one of my costumes. My breasts are like melons,
encased in black lace. No padding or wires on this bra; my nipples
are clearly visible, pushing the fabric into sweet little peaks.
I
do the classic strip, turning my back and inching the skirt zipper
down. Shimmying the garment over my hips to my ankles. I feel his
eyes on my rump. When I turn back to face him, I try out the stare on
him. The results are mixed.
He’s
not closed off like his friend. I can see deep into his soul. I see
passion, hunger, clean and healthy. Not twisted and painful like some
of the guys at the lounge.
At
the same time, though, I feel like he sees into me. It’s like he’s
touching me inside, probing, trying to discover what I want. It’s
strange and very intimate. His eyes make my clit harden and my juices
flow.
But
my eyes are doing the same to him. I can see the bulge in his
tailored trousers. His breath is coming a bit more quickly, too.
I
unfasten the bra in front. Instead of tossing it at him, which is my
first idea, I let it drift to the floor. I caress my breasts, as much
for my own pleasure as for his. I love their heaviness in my hands. I
love the way the skin shades to rich darkness at their tips. And the
nipples themselves, round and firm like the best Kalamata olives. I
roll them between my fingers, my breath starting to become ragged.
Finally,
there are just my bikini panties between me and nakedness. I hold off
as long as I can, letting the music build to its climax. At the
crescendo, I undo the ribbons at each hip, so the thing just falls
away from my body. For a moment I stand there proudly, my curly black
pubic hair glistening with my own moisture. Tony’s eyes devour me.
Then the music dies away. I sink to the carpet in a curtsy, strangely
exhausted.
I
came here to dance. Just a job. But now I want more. And so does
Tony.
]He
lifts me up. He embraces me. Neither of us speaks. We communicate
only through the kiss. His mouth feels gentler than it looks. He
tastes like his expensive scotch. I let myself relax, feel the
stiffness of his starched shirt against my bare skin. There’s more
stiffness below. He rubs his erection against my damp bush, making me
damper still, while his tongue plays with mine. His fingers lock on
to my nipples, pinching them until I squirm with pleasure.
This
is certainly a nice bonus. He strips off his shirt, pants, and
briefs. He leaves his socks on, and for once, I don’t mind. I
usually think naked guys in socks look ridiculous, but nothing so
simple could spoil Tony Pinelli. Reaching into his jacket pocket, he
pulls out a condom. Of course he’s prepared.
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Excessica
