by Sierra Rose
“You feel so good, Foster,” I said, moaning in pure pleasure.
He gazed at me lovingly, and our eyes locked.
I softly cupped his face. “Baby, I need you deeper.”
With each thrust, he buried himself into me.
I whimpered, needing more. “Please,” I begged. “More.”
Grinding against my clit, he pounded into me.
“You’re so tight,” he said.
“Keep going, keep going. I never want you to stop.”
My fingers stroked his strong arms and shoulders. He sucked on my breasts, and my fingers dug into his hips as he moved wildly in and out of me. Droplets of sweat trickled down my face and neck. I let out more groans of pleasure as my hands caressed his back. Our lips pressed together in a deep-tongued kiss, the intensity kiss driving me wild. We shared a fiery, insane chemistry that I couldn’t deny. I moaned against his mouth as his pounding cock pumped in and out of my body, both of us moving in perfect harmony. There were so many sensations to take in at once, from his steady rhythm, to his intoxicating kisses, to his hands caressing my breasts.
Our lovemaking then became slow and passionate. His lips brushed against mine, and he softly stroked my hair. I loved the feel of him against me, inside of me. The warmth and weight of his hard, muscular body against mine and the sound of his heartbeat was like no other experience. It took our lovemaking to the next level, deepening my connection with my lover.
Slow...hot...steamy...
He slowly thrust into me as he kissed me. He stared into my eyes as if he loved me with every sense of his being. It was so slow, rhythmic, and beautiful, something I had never experienced with my only other lover. His gentle, lingering kisses were so intimate. He put that emotion into every soft touch and kiss, and it felt meaningful, like one of the deepest experiences I ever had. We were two souls connecting as one. I savored every touch, every single sensation. I was being showered with his affections. He paid attention to every part of my body, whispering sweet nothings in my ear constantly. For a while, we just lay in bed, kissing and caressing, getting into the perfect rhythm, our breathing synchronized, physically melded. I was centered on the moment as moans escaped my lips, shuddering as his fingers grazed across my bare skin. I was soon lost in everything he was doing to me.
I finally knew what it felt like to really make love. In his eyes, I saw his vulnerability, his excitement, his fear, his love, and I was falling hard for him. I didn’t want to let my guard down, but in Foster’s arms, I couldn’t help it.
“You’re amazing,” he said, moaning through labored breaths.
I clung to his strong body, thrashing uncontrollably. He was a furnace of energy. With every thrust into my tight passage, his body consumed me. His hips moved in time with mine, and I couldn’t stop ooh-ing and aah-ing as his cock brushed against my clit with his all-out thrusting style. I screamed and shouted in pleasure; we sounded like an audiobook reading of Fifty Shades of Grey. He heated me up from the inside out, stroking the fire raging deep inside me.
“You make me feel so good,” he said, his breath labored.
My heart pounded, and my breathing deepened. I knew I was at the brink of something fantastic. We’re both glistening, dripping with sweat, and that only made everything hotter.
My stomach tightened. “I’m close.”
The desire, the buildup, our primal need made it utterly hot. I didn’t think I’d be able to wait another minute before I exploded. The man was quickly sending me over the edge. I dug my fingers into the top of his shoulders in that passionate, unbridled, animalistic moment. “I’m cumming,” I announced, riding my orgasm to its peak as my muscles contracted.
Suddenly, a warmth moved up and over me like a tidal wave, and a rush of breath escaped my lips. My body writhed and jerked beneath him as I let out multiple ear-shattering screams, the most wonderful sensation in the world ripping through my body. Shuddering ripples and spasms of pleasure shot through me from head to toe.
“Uhhhhhhhh... Oh my gossshhhh... Mmm... Yessssssssssssssssssssss...”
I felt it deep inside me. My whole body felt like it was vibrating, shuddering violently with absolute sexual delight. I didn’t dare tell him it was the first orgasm I’d had in years. Nothing could have felt better, and I didn’t want to come back down to Earth.
Just then, Foster trembled. His body arched, and he cried out. From the look in his eyes, I knew we’d both had a mind-blowing, out-of-body experience, a shared ecstasy that neither of us would ever forget.
He kissed my breasts, then moved up to my neck, then to my earlobe, and then our eyes met. He stared at me, his blue gaze intense. I’d never felt a connection so strong, even stronger than words. He didn’t say a word to me, but it was as if he spoke to my soul.
“That was hot,” he said.
“Smokin’,” I replied with a satisfied smile.
We collapsed into a sweaty heap, and he held me as I fought to catch my breath. The moonlight poured in, and I studied his perfect face, memorizing every detail, from his high cheek bones to his full lips. He’s so beautiful, so damn beautiful. I knew I might never have that moment again, and I wanted to cherish every second.
Touching my face, he smiled.
I smiled back as he pulled me into his warm embrace. He’s holding me in his arms!
“Holding you feels so right,” he said.
My whole world suddenly seemed brighter. Smiling, I stared out the window next to our king-sized bed. Hell, even the stars and moon were glowing more brightly, as if the whole universe was mirroring my happiness.
We talked, and he listened to everything I had to say, until we finally fell asleep in each other’s arms, dreaming only of each other.
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When I awoke, he was still sleeping. I slipped on a robe and stared down at his beautiful face. I couldn’t resist kissing his lips. He didn’t stir, so I grabbed a pen and my notebook and walked out onto the hotel patio. Tucked inside the front pocket of the notebook, I pulled out a piece of paper, the list my sister had helped me write, the criteria for my perfect man. I smiled as I realized Foster met them all. I turned to a fresh page and scribbled, in my messy handwriting, the words that seemed to tumble out of my soul as I thought about him...
DRINK
Wilted by time and tragedy,
my stem barely able to hold up my head,
thirsting from a thousand days
of roots clinging to nothingness;
hoping...
for a drink that never came.
There was only...poison water,
tasting good at first but seeping up into me,
through every fiber of me,
eating me, destroying me,
and teasing me with
temporary bliss
while it wrinkled my petals
and weakened my stem
and mocked my roots that were clinging so desperately.
Now, wilted, some of my petals,
still lie on the dry ground around me.
My roots stopped clinging long ago,
knowing full well that
they were clinging
to nothing;
my stem, so thirsty, has
forgotten how to drink;
my head hung over
in a defeated slump.
I want to look up at the sun again,
to open my face,
my petals,
and smile.
I am so thirsty.
Then you came,
and you are like a drink,
a beautiful oasis in a desert of hurt,
wetting my lips again with your kindness
and your affections;
telling me I am beautiful
in spite of my wilted petals
and slumped stem
and shallow roots.
You came.
You said, "Look at the sun again,"
and I drank of you,
and you woke me up,
/> and I can lift my head.
My roots start to cling to you,
to this drink I have so desperately needed
to stop the thirsting
and the wilting
and the dying.
I drink you,
and you refresh me
and wake me up,
and while I am still wilted
and thirsty,
I begin to peer up at the sun
and open my petals
and flourish,
because you are the drink
I so desperately needed,
my oasis in a lifelong desert of hurts...
As I wrote the last word with my terrible penmanship, a tear dripped down my cheek—a happy tear this time. A colorful butterfly landed on my hand. I watched its wings slowly flutter before it flew off. In that moment, I knew it was a symbol, a sign of my fresh start, my new beginning. I knew the best way to move on was to say goodbye to the past, to that awful desert, and because of Foster, I’d done just that.
I didn’t know if we would make it or not; I, better than most, was well aware that love comes with no guarantees. Tom had taught me that all too well. Still, I had hope for us, and I was ready to put myself out there, to move forward with my life. I was already a great mom, a wonderful receptionist, and I was ready to live my life in the sunshine of love and passion rather than hiding away in the darkness of routine and loneliness. I refused to live in regret, because I still had a life to live and plenty of love to give. Tom had starved me, but my body and heart had survived, and I was ready to share it with someone who would reciprocate that desire.
I smiled. Throughout my journey, I’d always been confident of one thing: My story would have a happy ending, one way or another. Sure, the rough draft said I was supposed to marry Tom and live happily ever after, to ride off into the sunset with my prince, but life doesn’t always turn out the way we think it will. I had never envisioned myself going through a divorce, especially in my twenties. The death of my marriage wasn’t easy to watch or to deal with, and I knew it would take time to piece my life back together. Losing my husband, facing his rejection and betrayal, and dealing with all our broken dreams still weighed heavily on me. Things just didn’t work out, and I would have to accept that. I still had to work through some resentment and anger, but I was on the path to healing. I knew, without a doubt, that even after divorce, there was a chance to be happy. I knew I could find joy again, and I wasn’t about to close the door on love just because Tom had closed the door on me.
Foster quietly walked up behind me and wrapped his strong arms around my waist.
“How’d you sleep?” I asked, turning to face him.
“Beautifully.” He kissed my lips sweetly.
My heartbeat spiked, climbing to a height it hadn’t reached in yeas. As I looked into his eyes, those baby blues erased all my doubts, all my regret, and I knew, without a doubt, that I’d have done it all over again, just to be there, in that moment, held in his strong arms. There was no promise that we would work out, that we’d last forever, but no matter what, I was going to be all right.
The End
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Short blurb: A woman must travel around the globe with her despicable ex in order to get her hands on her inheritance.
Longer blurb: Ashly Roberts and Jake Connors are barely twenty when they decide to take the proverbial plunge and walk down the aisle to exchange vows in front of the dearly beloved. Basking in bridal bliss, Ashly feels she is living the perfect fairytale, until she’s faced with a runaway groom, dumped at the altar by bad-boy fiancé, Jake Connors.
Five years later, Jake steps back into her life...
He realizes that being a no-show for their nuptials was the worst mistake of his life. A little older and more mature, he is ready to fight for Ashly’s love once again. When Ashly sees him, she can’t deny the attraction she feels, but her hormones are overruled by the horror of what he did to her in the past. Nevertheless, Jake’s most potent weapon, those dazzling baby blues, ignites a spark in Ashly, no matter how angry she wants to be. She cannot deny the spark, and she only hopes the inferno it ignites will not consume her heart again.
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My Despicable Ex
(Part 1)
By
Sierra Rose
Copyright 2013 by Sierra Rose
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Chapter 1
I was born and raised in New York City. Every day, I’m amazed by the breathtaking landscape and awe-inspiring skyline. The Big Apple is, truly, a city that never sleeps. Bright lights, honking taxicabs, and noise are present twenty-four/seven, but somehow, in the midst of all that hustle and bustle and crowded chaos, I found my soulmate. Gazing down at my glittering diamond engagement ring, I couldn’t stop smiling.
Jake Connors lived in the Bronx, the son of a housekeeper who worked for a multimillionaire business tycoon. His mother’s boss used his personal connections and whipped out his checkbook to help Jake enroll at the same elite private school where I was a student. Jake was smart, but he still had T-R-O-U-B-L-E written all over him. In school, he was reprimanded numerous times and even suspended twice. If it wasn’t for his benefactor’s connections, he would have been thrown out right on his naughty butt.
Bad boys are irresistible (as any private school girl, teacher’s pet, or preacher’s daughter will tell you), so of course it wasn’t long before Jake and I fell madly in love against my parents’ wishes, and the rest is history.
At the
ripe old age of twenty, I was about to begin my life as Mrs. Jake Connors. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, and excitement and nerves washed through me like a tidal wave. Matchbox Twenty’s “Overjoyed” played softly in the background, one of the songs on the playlist I’d put together just for that morning. I loved the way the beading from my wedding gown sparkled under the bright lights of the church.
I pulled the lace material down over my shoulders and turned to gaze at Nadia, my best friend since childhood. Her long blonde hair was twisted and woven into an elegant and elaborate up-do, and her sapphire-blue silk dress and matching heels was a stunning ensemble.
A tear rolled down her face as she adjusted my veil and diamond tiara. “There. You look perfect, just like Cinderella,” she said, wiping her eyes. “I know I promised I wouldn’t cry, but I’m so happy that your fairytale is finally coming true.”
I gushed with emotion. “I’ve dreamt about this moment my entire life.”
Her brown eyes gleamed. “I know. You’re gonna be Mrs. Ashly Connors!” she squealed, clapping her perfectly manicured hands together.
I couldn’t stop grinning. “I’ve never loved anyone the way I love Jake.”
“And you’re putting all those doubters to rest.”
“I know. Everyone swore we’d never make it, yet here we are, about to walk down the aisle!” Tears welled up, and I started fanning my face. “This is the happiest day of my life.”
She reached for a tissue. “Don’t cry. You’ll ruin your makeup that I spent so long trying to get just right.”
“I-I can’t help it,” I said, sniffling and in a trembling voice. “I’ve never ever been this happy and excited.”
“This is just the beginning,” Nadia said. “You two are going to have a fabulous life together.”
I smiled. “We are, aren’t we?”
“Definitely!” she said, squeezing my hands in reassurance.
Grinning, my cousin walked in with a dozen red roses. “Looks like somebody sent the bride flowers.”
