Meanwhile, back to the third segment about 'Bringing the Heat'. A friend who read the passage that follows said it definitely got her attention. I don't know if that means she wanted a cigarette afterwards or maybe a cold drink. Either way, I'll take that as a compliment. So here's a quick shot out of "Fleeing Beauty" for your consideration.
With one arm around my waist, he held me close. I felt
his other hand cup the back of my head as he held me still, driving me crazy
with a long, slow, wet kiss. I was squirming on his lap with excitement now.
And he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
He
released me head, drawing his hand slowly down to my breast. I tipped my head
back. He was licking and kissing my throat. Electricity was running wild
through my core. And then just as suddenly, Malone was standing, holding me in
his arms. This was no easy trick, getting out of the clutches of the aunt.
Without a word, he eased me down until my feet touched the hard wood floor.
“Malone?”
“Hush,
Jamie. I want you to do exactly what I say.”
He stepped
over and switched off the light. For an instant I was nervous, until I saw the
mischievous sparkle in his eyes. Now he turned me around so that I was facing
one arm of the sofa. Malone guided me back to the cushions, only now I was
kneeling with my back to him. I could
feel the stubble of his beard lightly scratching my shoulders. He turned his
head enough to inhale the perfume I’d splashed on when changing. It wasn’t
strong, but it lingered. I felt a tingling sensation race down my arms as
Malone’s hot breath warmed my shoulder blades. He tugged the tank top. Now his
lips were slowly moving down the ladder of my spine. I couldn’t move. Even if I wanted to.
A solitary
fingertip lightly slid down the back of my arm. He was barely touching me, but
oh, baby, where he was touching and how he was touching was setting me on fire.
He shifted lower. I felt the bottom of the tank top move up, exposing my
stomach, the small of my back and my ribs. I cried out in surprise when Malone
nipped me with his teeth, lightly grazing the spot on my back where my kidneys
were. The fingertip continued to graze my arm.
I felt his
lips move back to my spine. Now his tongue flicked out and danced the rest of
the way down, pausing at the waistband of my shorts. His fingertip was gone
now, darting quickly in front to undo my shorts. Somehow he shoved my shorts
down until they were bunched up by my knees. Then his fingernails were lightly
scratching my legs from the hips to the thighs while he continued to kiss the
bottom of my spine. I was shaking. Again I felt a fingertip glide across the
back of my knee.
“Take me,
Malone. I can’t stand it.”
“Soon,
Jamie. Soon.”
“Now,
Malone, please!”
I felt his
palm squeeze my left calf. My orgasm was building so intensely, I was afraid I
was going to implode. His lips danced across the cheeks of my ass. He nipped me
again.
“Malone!
You’re killing me!”
He pulled
back for a heartbeat. Somehow he managed to free himself from his jeans. I felt
him press against me. I was so wet, so aroused, I screamed when he entered me.
My body was quivering, delightful spasms causing my whole being to quake. Never
before had I experienced something so intense, so overpowering. And still he
held me, driving me forward, urging me on for more. I screamed again as he
exploded inside me.
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