***WARNING: This excerpt contains a sex scene and is therefore not suitable for younger readers***
This is just a very short part of a story that is in its very early stages. I’ve written several pages worth of material for it so far but it is all very bedroom oriented (I don’t know why, but I always start writing a new story with a sex scene. I think it might be my way of knowing how the characters will behave during the rest of the story).
“You’re playing with fire, Amelie.”
“Then I will gladly burn,” she murmured softly.
Fisting his right hand in her blond locks, he held her steady as he lowered his lips to hers in a demanding kiss and she surrendered any resistance she may have thought of using. Her own hands moved up his chest to wrap around his neck as she leaned into him, almost on tip-toes because of his height.
“Make love to me,” she whispered.
Julian groaned against her lips, “You shouldn’t ask that of me. You have a boyfriend.”
“Gareth and I are not an item. He just likes to think we will be one day.”
She watched as his brows lowered, “That’s not what he said.”
Pulling back a little she asked, “Who do you believe?”
With a feral growl, he cupped her ass and lifted her up so she was level with him and devoured her mouth once more. She felt him moving through the house but had no real care of where he was taking her, only that he never broke the kiss.
The elasticated bodice of her dress was pushed down to reveal her breasts and Julian made a rough sound of pleasure as he palmed them before tugging on the nipples to elicit a moan from her lips. He caught the sound with his mouth and ran one of his hands down her side to her butt which he squeezed before taking the hem of the dress in his hands and tugging it upwards causing her skin to break out in goose bumps as the cooler air hit her heated flesh.
“I want you naked,” he growled against her ear.
Rising to her knees she pulled the dress over her head and dropped it to the floor. “Your turn.” With a grin he pulled his dress shirt over his head in one swift movement and tossed it beside her dress on the floor.
Amelie barely took any notice of it, too transfixed by his chest. It was so well defined she felt honoured to be witness to its beauty. His wicked chuckle brought her attention back to his face, “Trousers too.”
With a deftness she would have been unable to copy, he undid his belt and released the button and zipper on his trousers before pushing them and his underwear down his muscled legs. Her eyes widened at the sight of his erection, it was impressive to say the least; long and thick. She swallowed hard and met his gaze.
“You’ll take every inch, Amelie, and you’ll enjoy every second.”
A shudder racked her body at his words. “You should be illegal; looking like you do and saying things like that. God, you could make a woman come just by looking at her.”
Julian chuckled again and moved closer, his arm curving around her waist and drawing her close to his hard body, “We’ll try that later, but right now I want to be buried deep inside you.” He placed a knee on the bed and urged her onto her back as he followed her down and started kissing her again.
Oh my God, I’m going to have sex with this gorgeous man!
Wrapping their arms and legs around each other, they rolled around on the bed fighting for dominance and eventually she felt the fight go out of Julian and she pushed herself up on his chest to stare down at him through lowered lashes, her blonde hair hanging around her shoulders. “Don’t like having a girl on top?” She asked, brushing her hair out of the way.
“Not normally,” he admitted. “I don’t like giving up control to my bed partners but you’re…different, so we’ll do things your way.”
Amelie smiled and then took his lips in an open mouthed kiss that had her getting all hot and bothered again. His fingers tightened on her waist and she broke the kiss, “Thank you.” Reaching behind her, she wrapped her fingers around his length and lifted up on her knees and scooted backwards a little so she was hovering above his erection and then slowly lowered herself onto him.
Leanne Crabtree Copyright 2013
It could change at any time so this is not a definite.