by Selena Kitt
She had to fight the sudden urge to cry, but she couldn’t stop the tears. She quickly moved down his body to settle between his legs, hoping he wouldn’t notice the wetness on her cheeks. She freed his cock and licked the length of his shaft. He jumped in surprise, then gasped and groaned out loud as she took him into her mouth. She wanted to consume him, devour him, swallow him whole if she could.
“Oh yes, Ginny,” he whispered, his fingers lost in her hair.
Her tongue ran over the soft head, teasing the little ridge around it that came to a point at the back, like an arrow shooting straight into her mouth. Kneeling between his legs and gripping his thighs with her hands, she worked her way up and down his shaft. She sucked and licked his cock until he was panting and gripping her hair in both hands, a low, growling noise erupting from the back of his throat.
“Easy,” he moaned, pulling himself out of her mouth. She allowed his shaft to throb against her wet cheek, as she panted heavily from her effort. “Damn, girl!”
He reached and pulled her up toward him. She wiped her cheeks with her hands, settled beside him and let him kiss her again.
There was nothing between them now but her panties, and he was working on those. His fingers found the elastic band, edging them first down one side, then the other. They caught in the sticky wetness between her legs and he abandoned them for the moment, rolling her to her back, all the while feathering kisses over her neck.
She gasped when his mouth covered her nipple and sucked gently while his fingers found its twin and tweaked it between his thumb and forefinger. The sensation was sweet and bright, and it made her body come alive like the sparking warmth of a fire on a winter night. She couldn’t help the little mews and cries that escaped her lips.
“Nick!” She protested when his mouth left her breast. He left a wet trail down her belly before his head settled between her legs. “Oh god...”
Her panties were down around her ankles and his head tucked under them. His tongue parted her lips with a gentle back and forth motion, pushing past the soft, blonde curls toward her center. When he found that secret place—a sweet, tender bud of flesh—she grabbed his hair in her fists.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she whispered over and over.
His tongue dancing between her legs was the most glorious, exquisite thing she had ever felt. She never wanted it to end. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry to go anywhere, so she slipped her panties off put her feet up on his shoulders and opened herself up to him completely. He explored through the soft folds of flesh, his tongue never leaving that sweetly-sensitive spot as he eased two fingers into her, making her squirm and gasp.
Her belly was pulled taut. Something curled there, waiting for release as he licked her toward a slippery edge. His fingers worked in and out, twisting and plunging into her. The the sound of it—the rhythmic, wet squelch—made her flush with pleasure. She felt as if he’d exposed an appetite in her for something wild and urgent, a hunger she couldn’t control.
“Oh Nick, please,” she moaned, and the plea just made him lick her faster. His tongue flashed over her clit so quickly she thought she’d die or explode, and that’s just what she finally did. She shuddered all over, like she couldn’t stop it, her body rippling with waves of pleasure, sparks of sensation raining down like fire and spreading through her limbs.
She didn’t make a sound, biting her lip so hard she thought she tasted blood. Realizing too late that she was gripping Nick’s hair in her tightly-clenched fists, she let go in silent apology. He didn’t seem to mind, moving on top of her still-quivering body, and nuzzling his wet face against her neck. She felt his hardness against her thigh and knew what he wanted.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, she kissed his shoulder and grabbed his arms as he held himself above her. There was a delicious rub and slippery exploration as he slid the head of his cock up and down, seeking the pink cleft where her flesh gave and angling his hips slightly when he found it. He waited, poised above her. She tried to show him, with her body, what she wanted, wiggling and lifting her pelvis, needing the weight of him. But Nick held himself aloft, his eyes searching her face in the firelight.
“I love you, Ginny.” He leaned in to kiss her as he pressed forward slowly with his hips. She didn’t know what took her breath more, his words or the feel of him, like thick, steel heat, parting her, easing her open with a sweet fullness that made her gasp and dig her nails into his arms.
“Nick!” She squeezed his hips with her thighs so tightly it them both tremble with the force of it. He kissed her, tender, easy kisses feathered over her lips, which he punctuated with soft whispers she couldn’t quite understand. Her body recognized them, though, as they both adjusted and relaxed against one another.
When he started to pull out, she grabbed at him, panicking and not wanting him to leave her. His slow press forward into her again was a relief. She squeezed herself around him, everything about her tight and quivering beneath him. He was gentle, rocking her on a soft cloud in the glow of the fire, whispering her name and filling her with more than his flesh. He told her how much he wanted her, how beautiful she was, how good she felt, and she lost herself in his words and the aching sensation between her legs.
“Touch yourself,” he whispered, taking her hand and guiding it between them.
The soft wetness where their bodies were joined was a fleshy pulse that seemed to deepen and expand with every movement they made together. Her fingers found that little swollen bud, rubbing it as he moved on her, in her, still careful not to put his full weight onto her. The sensation in her belly grew, stretching even tighter, and she moaned softly, squirming under him.
“Do you like that?” His breath was hot against her ear, closer now, his hips making small circles.
“Oh, yes!” Her hand worked faster between her legs. “You feel so good...”
He made a small sound in his throat, slowing, pressed deep and staying there for a moment. She squeezed the thick pulse of him in her, feeling stretched wider than she imagined she could possibly stand. Wanting more, she rocked her hips up to meet his and he groaned.
“Ahhhh, god!” He shook his head and his fingers dug hard into her shoulders. “I can’t do this much longer...”
She misunderstood him, murmuring, “I can.” She nudged him over with her hip, so she was once again sitting upon him. He gasped when she started rocking and made those same circles with her hips, her fingers against her clit. She threw back her head, lost in the rising sensation.
“Oh hell,” he whispered. His hands cupped her breasts, squeezing her nipples and sending waves of pleasure through her body. “Ginny, stop ... oh god...”
“I can’t stop!” That tension in her belly was reaching some sort of impossible height, a shocking summit, and she longed to see what was on the other side. Her fingers worked hard as she panted on him, against him. She leaned forward as she crested that peak and pushed herself over, her whole body shuddering with the effort.
He grabbed her hips and shoved into her hard, growling and gasping, and she knew he had reached that pinnacle too, his body taut and arching as he thrust it against hers. He was swelling inside of her, surging with the hot fluid erupting deep inside her as she collapsed onto him, kissing his cheek, his neck, holding him tight. She didn’t want to lose hold of him. Ever.
She whimpered when his cock softened and slipped out of her. He only tucked her next to him and rested his chin on top of her head. The fire was warm against their damp skins and they both held on tight, as if they were afraid the other might let go.
But they didn’t. They found each other again and again that night, while the snow fell heavily and the wind wailed outside, and Ginny finally discovered what home really felt like in his arms.
About Selena Kitt
Selena Kitt completed her first (unpublished) novel at the age of fourteen and has been writing ever since, winning various awards throughout her high school and college writing career. Over the past sever
al years, Selena has written both erotic and non-erotic fiction and poetry and has won online awards for her erotic stories under the name of Selena Kittyn. She has been published in The Shadow Sacrament: A Journal of Sex and Spirituality.
As a psychologist and a writer, she has an interest in and passion for human sexuality. Using her stories as a vehicle, Selena explores sexuality and human relationships, and is not afraid to examine controversial issues. She writes for both her own and the readers’ enjoyment, often taking a deeper look into serious topics, uncovering hidden secrets and working to create complex stories, whether they are sensual, carnal, or thought-provoking.
Selena lives in the Midwestern United States with her family, two dogs and two cats. In addition to writing, she enjoys photography, bellydancing, singing, and drum circles.
Visit Selena’s website at www.selenakittyn.com/index.htm, and she can be reached at [email protected].
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Christmas Proposal
© December 2006 by Loraine Mer
Josephine Lewis runs a home for homeless children called Children’s Heaven. After almost five years of peaceful tenancy, the owner of the building suddenly decides to take back the tenanted units just before Christmas. Furious that the orphans would be turned out of the only home they have before the joyous holiday, she goes in search of the owner, Armand Schmitt, and makes him a proposition he can’t refuse.
Armand Schmitt, a successful businessman, likes his organized life, even if it’s boring and routinary in other people’s eyes. He also dislikes things that disrupted it, especially one Josephine Lewis who just won’t stay put when he ignored all her calls and appointments.
Will Josephine succeed to melt his ice-cold heart, and get him to accept her proposal?
Enjoy the following excerpt:
Briefcase in hand, Armand Schmitt prepared to leave the company for the day. He’d received a call just moments before from security, notifying him about a persistent woman in the lobby. Such calls aggravated him. He didn’t know who she was, or what she wanted with him. She even dared to threaten him, that he would either listen to her or be trapped in the building until he was prepared to do so.
Yeah, sure, as if she could.
After picking up his coat, he couldn’t help but glanced around his office to check if anything was out of place. He liked to be organized, and he made sure not to leave the office without verifying everything rested in its proper place. His laptop lay closed on the center of his desk, with a notepad and pen beside it and an in-out tray in the upper right corner. The black, comfortable swivel chair waited to be occupied again the next day. No plant or picture adorned the empty walls or furniture tops. Through the window at the back of the room, he noticed the dark sky and wondered about the last time he’d left the building when it was still light enough to see outside. He couldn’t remember when it was. He closed the door behind him, intending to head out of the complex.
Lately, his days had been full of mundane routine. His nights would be spent at meetings or finishing work in the office or at home. The ping of the elevator as it arrived on his level broke into his musings. When the doors opened, he went in, still absorbed in his thoughts.
“Hello!” A feminine voice to his left called softly.
Startled, he turned and for the first time, noticed the woman in the elevator with him. The first thing he noted was her light auburn hair. It cascaded loosely down her back. His gaze roved over her face. Delightful honeyed eyes bore into him, her fierce stare causing his body to tense in response. His gaze rested upon her lips, which were accentuated with a pinkish gloss, making them look soft and full. His breath quickened at the idea of his lips brushing hers softly until the passion burned them both. Her white skin, touched by a natural blush on the cheeks, gave her an angelic appearance, while her long and delicate neck gave her a regal standing.
“Good afternoon,” he replied casually, trying to avoid staring at her. The soft jiggle of her chest caused a shiver to run through his body as he imagined what her rounded breasts look like, confined as they were in the too conservative blouse. Through the white, almost transparent cloth, he could see her sheer bra and the suggestion of pinkish nipples. I must have been too long without a woman when I’m thinking I’m seeing such things. He forced his mind to focus on the lighted numbers of the elevator panel. Suddenly, the elevator stopped between the ninth and tenth floors.
“Shit.” The woman tensed at his expletive. “I’m sorry, I’m not usually this volatile, but I’m in a hurry.”
“Why?”
Her melodious voice somehow seemed to soothe his bad temper. He smiled, her voice matching her angelic appearance. “There’s someone I don’t want to see in the building.” He loosened his tie so that he can breathe easier, after which, he pushed the emergency call button. He waited for some time and pushed the button again. Still, no alarm sounded. “How weird.” He aimed a perplexed frown at his companion.
He stilled.
Without his noticing, she’d slipped the buttons free from the top of her blouse, and she was massaging the bit of skin that was exposed. Maybe he wasn’t the only one feeling the heavy air around him, he tried to rationalize, as he found it hard to breathe. She didn’t touch herself in a sexual way, but the smooth movement of her hands drew his gaze and stirred his desire. Her scent intoxicated him, a mix of talc and flowers.
She wore a white blouse, tight jeans, and boots. Nothing sexy, nothing fancy, yet she heated his blood. Her five feet six inches tall body possessed the right curves and enticing proportions. Her rounded backside and breasts provided balance for her thin body. The generous curve of her hips and thighs promised heaven should he lose himself in them the whole night. He wondered how her skin would feel under his palm and how firm her buttocks would be. He reined in his male urgencies and stared at her, noticing her smile for the first time.
Her full lips were parted, showing her dimples and her white teeth. Her expression prodded his mind. Something was wrong. She showed a pleased smile after his answer? What kind of response was that? Understanding came to him like a bucket of iced water being poured over him.
“You’re that woman.”
Who better to fulfill her dreams than the Dream Master?
Dreamscape 1: Perchance to Dream
© December 2006 by Kai Andersen
There is no denying the chemistry in the air when Heath Sullivan and Erica Langdon first meet at a masquerade ball. But before their identities could be revealed, Erica has to leave for an emergency and Heath is left wondering who the captivating lady was.
Two days later, they meet again and discover that they belonged to two feuding families who have an intense rivalry going on for generations. Heath, a well-known black sheep of the Sullivans, is willing to give up his family for a chance at love and passion. But Erica is hesitant to follow her heart, unwilling to risk her father’s health.
The plot thickens when Erica’s family uncovers confidential information being leaked out and starts suspecting Heath. Divided by family loyalties, there seems no way for them to be together, until the night he bridged the chasm and came to her ... in her dreams.
Enjoy the following excerpt:
Erica studied the file in front of her and sighed. She’d been staring at that same page for the past 30 minutes and she still had no idea what it was about. Her concentration was shot to hell and she had a very good idea what the reason was. Perhaps she should get up, walk a bit...
She
sighed again. She went to stand at the window overlooking the metropolis area. The view from the twenty-fifth level was grand and beautiful, but she didn’t see them. She saw him, his beautifully sculptured lips, hot and full of passion; his long and nimble fingers, sure and skillful against her breasts, teasing her nipples into prominence. She closed her eyes and moaned, reliving that one magical night. His mouth scorched and burned her, and his erection flared against her stomach. A liquid pooling started in her pussy.
Her hunger was exacerbated by the raw lust in his clear, gray eyes, naked with need. His eyes changed, became dark and full of contempt, and his lips, stern and unyielding, despising her.
She gave a sob of frustration as her eyes opened. Oh what was she doing even thinking about it? After yesterday, he wouldn’t want anything to do with her anymore. All that passion had morphed into hatred, she was sure. Both families were noted for being religious in keeping the feud alive.
Her internal line rang. She heaved a big sigh, crossed the room and picked up the phone. “Yes?”
“Ms. Langdon, the representative from Canaan Associates Consulting is here.”
“Send him in.”
A few seconds later, there was a perfunctory knock. The door opened.
Erica started to look up. “Good mor—” The rest of the words stuck in her throat at her profound shock. The smile died on her lips. The door closed, but she barely noticed it. Her knees went weak as a wave of intense longing washed over her. She gripped the mahogany desk for support. “What—what—”
“Erica, we meet again.”
