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This is my twenty-second week on this blog hop. Just a little heads up. I might not be around much until July. I have a number of events, graduations, baby showers, etc. taking up a lot of me time, on top of getting my latest edit of Resistant ready to go back to my editor, we changed a large chunk of the last hundred pages, so I am definitely going to have to send it back to editing. This ending is much better than the last. I’m told that I should have a cover for this novel next month, so I guess I should get to writing a blurb.
I’m continuing this week with an excerpt from my current romance WIP, Resistant. Resistant is a romance set in the middle of the zombie apocalypse. I am roughly 100 pages into what I hope is my last read-through of the novel. After this, I’ll send it back to my content editor. If she okays everything, then I’ll send it to my copyeditor and then to betas. If everything movies as quickly as I hope over the next few months, I’m looking for the novel to go on sale in August or September.
Anyway, on to the excerpt. This scene is a continuation from my last post. I hope you enjoy it. J
Daniel was sleeping deeply when I entered our area. I made sure I pulled the makeshift door closed as tightly as I could. I didn’t want anyone interrupting me. Turning around, I stared down at his sleeping form for a long moment. He looked so much younger than his thirty-four years when he slept. Rarely did his face appear softened and relaxed. I wished with everything in me to be able to take him away from it all. He worried about so much and took care of so many people. He needed a break, needed time to relax and enjoy his life.
Knowing that I wouldn’t be able to give him that life, I vowed to give him as much pleasure as I could as often as I could. Quietly, I slipped off my shoes and my clothes, and slid into the bed behind him. He didn’t move. As easily as I could, I cuddled up next to him, shaping my body around his, feeling his naked ass against the tops of my thighs. His body was warm and hard and the feel of him made me ache and want him buried deep inside me, warming all of me. Smoothly, I slid my hand over his hip and down to his crotch. His penis wasn’t hard when I reached it, but I planned on fixing that problem. I wrapped my hand around the thick, scorching length of him and slowly moved it up and down, rubbing my thumb over his head.
A grin spread across my face as he cock grew and grew and grew in my hand until I could no longer wrap my fingers around him fully. Beads of precum seeped from the tip, helping to lubricate my thumb as I moved over very sensitive areas. He was fully hard and breathing heavily before his eyes opened. He didn’t say anything just turned to look at me, grinning like a fool at me as I played.
“You’re a lusty little wench,” he said, eventually rolling onto his back.
I shrugged and leaned over to kiss him hard and long. “Only for you,” I said, pulling away to catch my breath.
He wrapped one arm around me and began to run it up and down my back. His fingers lightly grazing my spine. The sensation making me needy. I immediately went back to kissing him while slowly, teasingly, pumping him. I didn’t stay on his lips for long, though, I had a different job for my mouth. Pulling from him a bit, I shifted to nibble his chin, run my tongue down his neck, and kiss his chest. His nipples were hard and begging me to lick and nip them, so I obliged them. He groaned as I flicked the tip of my tongue over first one then the other. I kissed and nipped his chest and stomach as I made my way lower.
I looked up at him when I kissed the area just below his navel. His eyes begged me to keep going. His breathing grew ragged, as I trailed light bites and kisses down his stomach to his cock, where I continued to brush my lips lightly down his length and back up again. When I got to his head, I licked him, taking some of his precum into my mouth, then licking him again. Even though I would have loved to torture him, I was too needy, and as he whispered my name, I took him into my mouth.
I sucked and licked and kissed, until he was panting my name. My breathing had become ragged and though I wasn’t touching myself, I was on the verge of coming. Sensing this, he sat up quickly, pushed me onto my back, and slammed into me. The swift, hard movement was both painful and oh, so pleasurable. He muffled my screams by covering my mouth with his. His tongue worked inside me as he fucked me as hard as he could.
Over and over again he pounded into me. The sensations were too much, especially as he stopped kissing me and bent to take one of my nipples into his mouth. My left hand dug into his arm while my right slid between us and found my clit. This action surprised him and he sat back, slowing his movements, and stared down at my hand. Worried that he might take this the wrong way and feel as if he is unable to please me, I started to take my hand away.
“Don’t stop,” he said, grabbing my hand and moving it back. Heat flushed me at the intense look on his face. Wanting to give us both the most pleasure I could, I circled my clit then reached further to circle his penis then his sack, spreading my wetness all over him then bringing it back to my swollen clit. I circled it, pinched it between two of my fingers, then slid my hand back down and wrapped it around his penis.
Feeling him and the place where he entered my body was almost too much. For a fleeting moment, I wished that my body, my breasts were small enough that I could lean up, look down, and see what he was seeing. I would give anything to watch his cock slide in and out of me. See it dripping with my essence. These thoughts and the images they conjured brought me closer and closer to my climax.
“I don’t think I’m going to last much longer baby,” he whispered, gripping my hips harder and picking up the pounding rhythm again. He forced himself to look back at my face and into my eyes. I was too close myself, so I moved back toward my clit and began to finger myself with gusto. In seconds, I was coming and my inner muscles were milking him of his.
The feel of him spilling himself inside me was beyond intimate. I never in my life thought I would be this close to another person. I’ve had other lovers and had sex more times than I can count, but I’ve always insisted the other person use a condom. Daniel was the only person I’ve ever let inside me without one, making him the first man to ever spend himself in me. The lack of duel protection worried me, and I didn’t want to get pregnant, but I didn’t want to have a barrier between us when we did this. I wanted to feel every inch of him every time we made love, and I had the feeling we would be doing this a lot.
I moaned in disappointment when he pulled from me, instantly feeling empty without him in me. He smiled in satisfaction at my reaction. I wanted to pull him back to me, back in me, but I didn’t have the strength to move. He grabbed a nearby towel and softly began to clean me. As the rough towel moved over my sensitive flesh, I whimpered and squirmed. My reaction must have turned him on, because he replaced the towel with his hand.
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