So today is 09/09/09 and that looks like a pretty special date to me. So to celebrate I am gonig to share not just one excerpt with you but NINE of them. Yep, nine excerpts all consisting of nine sentences from nine different books. Enjoy!
I actually feel waves of arousal as he kisses me, pushing me back onto the soft cotton of the bed. It’s been a while since I’ve felt anything more than the rush of vengeful satisfaction in such situations. I’ve all but forgotten Jack and my quest to hurt him, to show him just how your heart breaks when you see someone you love fucking someone else. A part of me hopes he gets to hear about this, though.
“His hands busy themselves lifting up my top and dragging my breasts out from the confines of my bra. I can tell he is a breast man as he goes straight for my nipples, sucking and nibbling on both, swapping back and forth between the two as his hands knead the pliant flesh. I press my heated crotch up and rub myself against him. He groans and slips a hand away from my bouncing breasts and down my thigh until he finds the edge of my skirt. The anticipation is delicious as his fingers climb underneath the material and trail up to the source of my heat.”
“Yes, Sir,” I reply, once more playing the game, the nervous excitement screwing up inside my stomach, the anticipation making me light-headed.
His lips return to my neck, my cleavage and lower down onto my stomach. I’m so exposed as he rolls the duvet down behind him. With my arms stretched above my head, I am displaying every curve of my body to his sight.
“Gorgeous,” he growls as his nose nudges the curls at my crotch, then lower, trailing through the dew-covered down until he reaches the soft, ample folds of my eager pussy. He nudges my thighs wider with his shoulders, and I happily spread them for him. My arms above my head makes me feel as if I am surrendering to him, giving over everything I have for his pleasure.”
I felt a stab of unreasonable jealousy as Mark touched her arm or looked into her eyes. I’d never felt such an instant need before. I ached with the want of her, but I didn’t have the courage to approach. A sensual, curvy woman like that wouldn’t want to know a stringy bean-pole like me. No other woman had ever wanted me. I was too tall, too thin, and too shy for any of the girls in school or college, and no hard-bodied girl at the gym had ever aroused me before.
My heart nearly gave out when she settled herself on the bike next to me. Closer to her, I could see even more of her curves as the large, grey T-shirt clung to them and then fell away, rhythmically, as she rode. I couldn’t keep my eyes from her and the way her body flowed so sensuously.
“What was unusual was that when I looked up again the driver’s gaze was on me again, and it seemed as if he was looking into my abundant cleavage. The shirt I
had to wear for work had quite the plunging neckline. I had complained about it before, a girl with so much boob needed a higher-necked shirt, but the shop
owner just shrugged and told me, “No exceptions.”The bus driver was looking at me, I was sure of it. Every time I looked up, I saw his eyes. His dark, piercing, sexually sparkling eyes had me squirming in my
seat. I might have been a virgin, but I was not frigid. I’d been aware of my sexuality for a few years but unfortunately had not found anyone willing to
search it with me. I was late jumping on the bandwagon, hence my virgin status.But his gaze rested heavily on me, and it was arousing much more than just my curiosity.
I pulled Rob down a side street. He looked confused. I kissed the confusion from his lips. I adored the way he gave in to my advances, the way he would instantly forget everything else and throw his whole self into pleasing me. I submerged myself in his kiss. I lost myself in the undulation of his lips on mine and drank in the intimacy of such a moment in the middle of a public space. I heard someone tut as they walked by and it only made me smile. We were not doing anything lewd, I was just beginning to enjoy the intimacy between us. I find it best not to rush such things; a slow start leads to the best sex, in my opinion.
“I know.” He threw his jacket to the ground and sat on it, his back to the Minster wall. He unzipped his jeans and brashly pulled out his sticky, tempting cock. He scooched forward slightly and beckoned her into his lap.
“If you sit down here, facing me, your legs around me, people will think we’re just making out. Come on, Janet. You know you want to.”
She hesitated for only a moment. She knew in her mind she was too old for this, but her wayward pussy was not of the same opinion.
“No, no, no.” I tried to wriggle from his grasp, but as he leant down to the ground to scoop up the snow, he pulled me with him. I kept giggling, shrieking and struggling to escape, but he was holding me fast and he pulled the zip down on my mac until my chest was exposed.
He smooshed a massive handful of cold whiteness into the creamy flesh there, pressed it down and squashed it against my exposed skin. It took my breath away.
He held his hands there as it melted. The icy shock tickled and made me giggle and gasp. When the mass of moistness melted completely, he left his cold hand
pressed against my warming skin. The shock of his touch, so intimately pressed over my heart, took my breath away.“I surrender,” I gasped, my heart thumping.
“Okay,” I said, unfolding it and placing it in his hands. “If you’d both like to come behind the privacy screen, I’ll examine you and try to ascertain exactly what your problem is.” My heart was pounding like a drum my mouth dry with nerves and my pussy wet with need.
“Certainly.” Paul slid closer to me whilst Simon repeated the action with his paper to my other side.I took a deep breath and bit down the nerves that made my stomach flutter. I was positive they both wanted me to do this but until I made the first move there was a degree of doubt. I slipped a hand behind each paper and down to the crotches of these two near strangers. I felt the swelling through their clothes and commented so as I attempted to undo two flies simultaneously.
Moon Shy coming in November as part of the ‘Over the Moon’ Anthology.
“Whatever happens, you need to run—run, but lock this door before you do,” he whispered in her ear as he frantically fumbled with the bindings at her wrists. But as the moon rose, his fine motor skills were decreasing, and the wolf was rising.
“…join me.” Miss Conall finished her speech.
Suddenly, it all became clear. She was a werewolf, too.“Never!” he yelled.
But as the word burst from his throat, he felt his bones and his body cracking.
