I have been asked more than a few times to give an idea of how the book is going so I thought I would put out a teaser... and I mean that literally. LOL! Reading this will not give you an idea what the book is about but it is an inkling what you will find in the book beside the base of the story.
As some of you know, I write erotica so I have incorporated a bit of it, though the story is more along the lines of a suspense.
No title yet as it is still being worked out how it will end, etc but this part is done, for now. I will have to warn that this is R-rated but in the book, maybe closer to an X-rating.
The room was dark even with the sheer curtains on the back windows. The moon was hidden tonight in the storm clouds. The pitter patter of rain hit the glass and slid to the ground.
She could barely see him enter but she knew it was him. Knew his essence; his scent; his taste. She knew him with her eyes closed yet looking at him gave her a thrill she has never known.
His breathing was slow and ragged as it was when he was aroused. She always loved hearing his voice as he whispered to her in that state. His voice got raspy, yet softer and huskier. She knew when he needed her.
"I can feel you, baby," he said softly as he moved to her, closing the gap between them. "I know when you are near. I always crave you." With a slight smile, she waited for him to get to her.
When their fingers finally touched, the sighs escaped their lips in unison, knowing what is to come. The heat, the sensuality of union, the culmination of the waiting.
She slid her fingers slowly up his arms at his side, kissing his neck gently. His breathing coming more ragged, waiting for her lips to meet his. Fingers slid across his broad shoulders and down his chest softly, undoing each button she reached, kissing where it opened.
She finally reached up on her tiptoes and softly kissed his lips. Their kiss deepened but they didn't touch yet.
He couldn't resist and his hand reached to her short jet black hair, feeling the silky softness between his fingers. He could barely make out her face in the dark but he knew it intimately as he loves to watch her sleep in his arms.
The darkness made it hotter because the bodies became the eyes; the touching and feeling were the sights that were exquisitely torturous with pleasure.
She had been waiting for tonight for a long time. She wanted to touch him, taste him, pleasure him as he had never been pleasured before. It was always different for them every time they came together.
Slowly, her pulled his shirt out of his jeans and got down to her knees sliding her hands down his thighs, finding the zipper to his jeans, softly teasing the hardness she felt behind the fabric.
The intake of his breath let her know he liked that and slid one hand up and down gently as she unzipped him.
She loved his manly scent, his sweet taste and craved it like never before, that it was driving her mad with hunger.
Her fingers slid in and felt the soft skin of that hard shaft and with utter excitement, she wrapped her fingers around it, wanting to pull it out, wrap her lips around it and have a taste.
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