For my third and final post, I’m sharing an adult excerpt from my M/F erotic romance novella, City Nights: One Night in Paris. Enjoy!
“Now shut up and kiss me.”
“With pleasure, ma’am.” Shifting so their bodies were millimetres apart, he placed his hand on her hip, tugged her closer and looked into her eyes. What he saw there galvanised him; lust, desire, affection. He may have pretty much forgotten how this stuff worked, but the woman in front of him genuinely wanted him. The throbbing from his crotch area reminded him the sentiment was more than mutual.
Hoping his expression displayed the same feelings, he smiled, then leaned over and pressed his lips to hers. Reminding himself they’d done this part before, albeit in the middle of the street, he let his worries go. Concentrating purely on her lips against his, her soft curves, the increased pace of her breathing and heartbeat, the cute little sounds she was making, he allowed himself to be absorbed in the moment.
After a few seconds, their kiss inevitably deepened, grew more passionate. Mouths pressed harder against each other, teeth occasionally clashing, tongues battling. She tasted of peppermint mouthwash, as, of course, did he. As he explored her mouth further, Jacob let the hand that wasn’t trapped beneath him wander. Up to her face; cupping it, stroking his thumb against her soft skin. Then he gently trailed it down her neck, her shoulder, her arm and finally onto her hip, where it rested for a few seconds before sneaking round and grabbing her nearest buttock. Pulling her closer still, so their bodies were pressed together from head to toe, he resisted the temptation to grind his now-fully-erect cock against her.
Turned out he didn’t need to, anyway. Their new position meant it was impossible for her not to notice and she let out a noise somewhere between a growl and a purr, and slipped her free hand between their bodies. Pressing it to his length, she stroked the bulge through his clothes, causing him to make a growling sound of his own.
Their kissing ramped up yet another notch as passion overwhelmed them, their jaws working faster, tongues duelling frantically and hasty breaths being sucked in. He squeezed and groped her backside as she almost-masturbated him. Soon, Jacob felt he was in danger of coming in his boxers so he snatched his hand away from her luscious arse and grabbed her wrist.
Breaking their kiss, he moved away enough so her face came back into focus, and said, “Shall we continue this with less clothes on?”
“Sounds like a good plan.”
They rolled away from each other and began removing their own clothing, in some unspoken yet mutually understood agreement that it’d be quicker. With less garments to contend with, Jacob finished first and turned back to watch as Annabelle’s bra, then a tiny thong were flung to the thick carpet. She looked up and caught his gaze, grinned wolfishly.
“Wanna get the protection?” she asked.
Shaking his head, Jacob replied, “Not just yet. Any objection to me going down on you?” He suspected his hormones were driving his sudden confidence, but he didn’t mind. Whatever worked.
Annabelle looked at him incredulously. “What kind of question is that?”
Now it was Jacob’s turn to be confused. “Uh, a genuine one I asked because I wanted to know the answer.”
“Um, okay. I have no objection whatsoever, and have never met a woman that would ever have an objection to that particular sex act.” Letting out a sound something like phrrt, she shuffled to the middle of the bed and lay down, her head on the pillows. “Christ knows what kind of women you’ve been hanging around with, lover boy, but they’re not in the majority, I can tell you that.”
Shrugging, he moved on the mattress so he was at Annabelle’s feet. Before pushing her legs open and feasting on what was between them, he paused for a moment to look at her naked form. She definitely had curves in all the right places; breasts that were just the right size for a handful, hips he could barely wait to grab as he pounded into her and a gently rounded tummy in proportion with the rest of her figure. She truly was beautiful, and although he didn’t say the words out loud, the way his cock strained up towards his belly button certainly proved the adage actions speak louder than words.
“What?” Annabelle said, a little shyly, as he continued to stare.
Flicking his gaze up to hers, he replied. “Just admiring you, that’s all. I’m not just saying this because I’m about to get some, but you’re absolutely gorgeous. Both clothed and naked.”
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Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9