Saturday, April 21, 2012

Snippet Saturday - Love Scene

When you write Erotic romance there's always a love scene...or two...or three... Taps finger to her chin... Which one to choose from is always difficult. Ah yes, here's one from FIVE-SECOND SEDUCTION the fifth in the DIRTY TRICKS series visiting the UGLY STICK SALOON. You want hot? Get out your ice drinks and fans!

by Myla Jackson


Welcome back to the Ugly Stick Saloon with this short story about Charli's fifth foray into sexual fantasies with the cowboys of Temptation, Texas.
Horny is putting it mildly...
Charli sets her sights on seducing the gorgeous war veteran and local cowboy, Connor Mason, to see what sexual delights he's been holding out on.
Will he measure up?
Waiting by the phone has never been something Charli does well. If she can't figure out who her mystery cowboy is, the least she can do is discover whether or not Connor Mason could be the cowboy for her. If he has what it takes, she might just be willing to tell Original Sin to take a hike the next time he calls.
Warning: Sexy, sweet cowboy, cornered by one hot and horny woman, seeking sexual satisfaction...


Connor spun her into his arms, lifted up her legs, wrapping them around his waist and pressed her up against the wall. "All through dinner, were you wearing any underwear?" he asked, his blue-eyed gaze boring into hers.

She shook her head, her glance dropping to his lips only inches from hers. Her tongue darted out dampening suddenly dry lips, her pussy resting on the ridge pressing against his denim fly, the coarse fabric setting off electrical shocks that couldn't be ignored. "Does that bother you?"

He groaned, his mouth crushing hers in a soul-stealing kiss, his fingers digging into her naked ass. "It bothers me a lot," he said, into her mouth as his tongue lashed out, twisting around hers.

When Connor came up for air, Charli rested her arms on his shoulders, ready to launch the final step in Jackson's hunting scenario—the kill. "So what are you doing about the situation?"

"This." He lifted her, carried her into her bedroom and laid her out on her bed, spreading her legs wide. "We'll start here." Dropping to his knees, he draped her knees over his shoulders and pulled her bottom to the edge, his tongue diving into her pussy, swirling around and around in her juices. His fingers parted her folds, laying open the little nubbin of swollen nerve-endings, pulsing with every heartbeat. Licking his way up to her clit, he sucked it into his mouth, tugging at the skin, nipping gently before flicking it again and again.

Charli's fingers dug into the comforter, her back arching off the mattress, as the tingling sensations spread from the tips of her fingers and toes, working their way inward to implode in a cataclysmic burst of sensations. Within seconds, she rocketed to the moon in the most earth-shattering orgasm she'd ever experienced."Oh, dear God, I'm dying," she cried as her body stiffened and she rode the intense wave, cresting and sliding into shore on a sigh. After what felt like hours, but had only been moments, she sank back to earth, her body quivering, her insides a mass of fractured nerves.

A chuckle warmed her skin. Connor slid her up on the bed and lay down between her legs, still fully clothed.

Stretching, she reached for the buttons on his jeans, flipping open the top one with a desperation she'd only begun to realize. "I want you inside me."

He smoothed a hand across her cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears. "Soon."

"Now." The tigress in her refused to be put off another moment. Too much time had been wasted waiting. She pushed him to his back and tore through the buttons on his shirt, none too gently, popping one free of the thread. The round disk pinged against the headboard and bounced off the nightstand.

Charli didn't care. She could sew it back on later. Once she had his shirt open, she laid her cheek against his chest, his warmth stirring her desire back to life, keeping it from fading into delicious afterglow. She grabbed the waistband of his jeans and tugged the remaining buttons free, wanting to see what he had to offer, knowing she wouldn't be disappointed, based on the size of the ridge.

His dick sprang free, popping to attention, hard, thick and long.

Charli's pussy pulsed, aching for him to fill her, to thrust deep inside.

But first, she wanted to give him what he'd given her.

She tugged the jeans down his legs, admiring trim hips and well-muscled thighs, covered in curly, manly hairs. Her hands skimmed across him, reveling in the hard planes and defined ridges of muscles and sinew.

Leaning up on his elbows, he shrugged the shirt down his arms, tossed it to the corner and reached for his jeans before she could throw them to the floor. "Wait." He pulled his wallet from his back pocket and slipped a foil packet from inside.

Charli laughed. "I'd completely forgotten." She plucked the packet from his fingers and laid it on the pillow beside his head. "Later." She gave him what she hoped was a sexy smile and went down on him, sliding her pussy over one of his thighs, leaving a slippery trail of come. Then she wrapped her hands around his length, enjoying the steely velvet of warm skin and desire. With a sigh, she dragged her cheek across his head, touching her tongue to his tip, tapping into the hole, already primed with lust.

Her mouth closed around the bulbous head, sliding down over him, taking his length as far as she could, until he bumped against the back of her throat. As she slid back to the top, she glanced up at his face, gauging his reaction.

A self-satisfied warmth spread through Charli's chest as Connor's fingers clutched at the comforter, the tightness of his jaw and the fire gleaming in his eyes, spurred her on. She settled into a rhythm, sinking down over him and back up, slowly at first, teasing, testing his reaction.

He reached for her hips, spinning her around, sliding one of her knees over his head to position her pussy over his mouth.

Then the fun began anew.

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