Jake gripped her wrists, stretching her arms out like a cross and her back arched upward as his fists held her down. He licked into her mouth, a slow and thorough tasting then whispered, "I will never leave you."
She shivered. A promise without hesitation, without doubt.
"Beyond death."
He snaked his body in and out of her, his chest grazed against her nipples, the hair of his thighs scratched deliciously along the soft smoothness of her own. She could feel the entire length of him almost leave her then he shoved back in, deeper and higher. Her muscles gripped and pulled, slick and hungry as need built and built and coiled and coiled, his fingers digging into the flesh of her wrists.
Faster.
Wetter.
Tighter.
"Please," Liz begged.
He freed her wrists. Her arms flung around his neck. Jake gathered her against his body as he sat up, his hands on her hips then he lifted her up and impaled her over and over and over again. Sweat covered their skin, glistened as candlelight danced with them, moved and paced and teased and tormented, their breathing jagged and desperate and gasping. She buried her face into the thick muscles of his neck, inhaling the scent of sweat and raw sex, that primal scent that was uniquely him.
Jake gripped the hair at the base of her neck and pulled her head back. "Look at me, baby." His breath jerked as his voice broke. He held her there, their faces inches apart, nothing hidden, open, vulnerable, everything exposed, every truth, every lie, every secret she'd kept, every forgiveness of every mistake in the future, every fantasy that ever fluttered through the darkest depths of her mind reflected there in his eyes.
"Come for me now," he growled and she did.
--Brenda Bradshaw
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Oh, Brenda! This is hotter than your list scene for Valentine's Day. I thought you said you'd never written a "romantic" scene before. Well, you're certainly getting the hang of it.
Thank you - but no, I only write romance (but not erotica - totally different). Glad you liked it!
I think you're thinking of what I said when I stated I didn't have anything for this exercise, but that's because I hadn't gotten that deep into the stories of my WIPs until I remembered this old one, and then I had to revamp it to fit the 300 words.
Yes. Well. Ahem.
I now have a new appreciation for what it must have been like to be the judge in that courtroom, listening to your arguments about truancy. "Ms. Bradshaw, if I could see you in my chambers..."
I don't have any Dave cherubs... (le pout)
Brenda, I don't think Dave has recovered from his swoon yet.
It's six in the morning and I've just got up, blearier than a drunk's window on the world.
Compared to coffee, this is dynamite, and I'm sufficiently revved up to wrestle Superman to the ground - even if he doesn't want it.
You have raunch to drain the yee-haar from a posse of cowboys.
This is pretty hot. "He snaked his body in and out of her" actually kind of creeped me out though--perhaps it was too vivid.
I also like that I can tell you normally write romance, because if you were an erotica writer you wouldn't have included some of the emotional suspense--it would have been more four letter words and juice. ;)
Coming after Robin, um, Dave's probably just late to the party.
This is really hot.
I had problems with visualizing the 'snaked' scene. Or maybe the visual I got didn't agree with the rest of this.
Still really hot!
Very hot! Oh, I'm late to this party, but glad I made it anyway!
I think it's the "his body" that makes the snaking seem off. And that he's performing that action on himself on her. I think just "he snaked in and out of her" will do the trick (in more ways than one!).
Umm umm hot!
How did my little cherubs miss this scene?
Gee, golly whizzies. . . BLUSH.
Five very embarrassed little cherubs bring champagne and chocolate apologies to a lovely, sexy romance.
I really am sorry that I missed your entry.
Thank you, Dave!!!
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