“Sure.” He smiled and I released the breath I didn’t realize I had been holding. “You know, once I saw an Asian guy coming out of a deli and I thought I had gone through a wormhole into another dimension,” he said and I giggled.
“You’re very pretty when you laugh,” he said, looking at me intently.
“Thanks,” I said, feeling almost shy. Oh Jesus, I could feel my face getting hot. What the f**k? I was blushing again?
“Have you noticed that since we started having sex we haven’t fought?” he asked.
“Well, first of all, we started twenty-four hours ago. And secondly, your mouth’s usually full.”
“Yeah well, it’s good to know there’s a better use for that sharp tongue of yours,” he said with a smile.
His question had sounded casual too, but I could hear a little note of something deeper beneath it. I sensed that both of us wanted to say more to each other than we had so far. It would probably take us a while to get there, though. You don’t battle somebody for twenty-three years and then trust them with your heart overnight.
Later, back at my place, I sat down at my desk to write and he sat at my table and went over some of his cases for the next day. When a couple of hours had passed, I sat back and stretched.
“Writing any good sex scenes over there?” he asked, looking up at me.
“Not at the moment,” I answered with a smile.
“Would you like some inspiration?’ he asked, giving me a seductive look.
“What are you going to do, get naked for me?’ I teased.
What I didn’t tell him, was that I was already getting inspired, because I knew what he had on his mind before he even offered. I had noticed the occasional furtive glances in my direction, and after only one night together, I could already identify the look he got in his eyes when he was planning all the ways he was going to have me.
“Anything I can do to get your creative juices flowing.” He stood up, and began slowly walking toward me. My tummy fluttered, probably warning my lady bits that they were about to take another pounding.
“My creative juices, huh?” I turned toward him to fully enjoy the view.
“It’s the least I can do. By the way, I’ve heard that sex can improve one’s writing.” He leaned against my desk and looked down at me in a way that let me know that my lady bits had gotten the message.
“I don’t recall ever hearing that,” I said with a laugh. The anticipation was already lighting up my nerve endings like a power grid and I felt myself getting goosebumps.
“Trust me, I have your best interest in mind.” His eyes raked over my body and my pulse rate shot up. I wanted him so much, but I wanted to really blow his mind.
“Tell you what, if you really want to help me with my writing, why don’t you let me do some research about sensuality with you?” I could see his breathing quicken.
“I’m yours to experiment on.” I stood up and took his hand, leading him off to the bedroom, looking back over my shoulder with what I hoped was a sexy smile.
“So, I’ve been doing all this reading about how to stimulate the senses to increase arousal,” I explained as he sat on the bed watching me move around the room. I found some candles, and as I lit them, I spoke in a soft seductive tone. “These candles are scented. I read that scent affects the oldest part of the brain, the limbic system. That controls emotion, memory … desire.” I looked up and saw him watching me with a heat I’d never seen in his eyes before. “The scent of these candles is jasmine,” I went on. “Jasmine is said to have the effect of making men sexually aroused.”
“I think it’s working,” he said thickly.
“I’m not going to rely just on candlelight,” I said dimming the lights just a little, “because I’ve read that men are highly aroused by visual stimuli.”
“Oh, yeah. An entire industry exists for that very reason.”
“Women watch p**n too,” I shared with a smirk.
“I think this relationship is going very well,” he said, expelling a rather ragged-sounding breath. I knew I was driving him insane, and I have to admit that I loved every second of it. In fact, it was making me incredibly aroused. I walked over to my music player and searched for what I wanted.
“Sexy music can really help to put you in the mood.” I hit a button and Rihanna’s Skin started to play.
“For the record, I’m already in the mood, but this song is very hot.” I went to my bedside table, found some massage oil and walked over to stand in front of him.
“I’m going to give you a massage with rose-scented oil. Rose …”
“Lily,” he said huskily, reaching out and pulling me toward him. I looked down at him and ran my fingers through his soft, thick hair as he looked up at me hungrily. “I have a secret for you. There’s one scent that turns me on more than anything.”
“What’s that?” I asked in a shaky voice as he pushed my shirt up and began gently nuzzling my belly. My breath caught as I felt the scratch of his beard against my sensitive skin and a bolt of tingling heat shot southward.
“The way that you smell when you’re aroused makes me so hard it’s almost painful,” he mumbled against me, moving lower. “Your pu**y smells absolutely divine.” He pushed my yoga pants down on the side and licked my hip, making me whimper with pleasure.
“And you find that even more arousing than my perfume?” I asked, breathing hard.
“You have no idea,” he answered, pushing my pants lower. “And as for the smell of me on you, that’s more than arousing. That’s primal.” He turned me slightly and gently bit the top of my ass. It was so f**king sexy that my knees almost buckled.
“You don’t like all these sensual things?” I asked throatily.
“Of course I do.” He paused and looked up at me. “I told you that I liked the sensuality in your book and I meant it. But you stimulate my senses more than anything else, and if I don’t get inside you soon, I’m going to go out of my mind.”
“Well, I don’t want that to happen,” I said, swallowing hard and starting to feel lightheaded and shaky as he shifted me back toward him, pulled my pants down even further, and began making delightful little swirls with his tongue along that sensitive place where my leg met my divinely fragrant pu**y. Speaking of which, he paused, leaned in and inhaled deeply. With anyone else that would have embarrassed the hell out of me, but with him it drove me wild.
“You’re very pretty when you laugh,” he said, looking at me intently.
“Thanks,” I said, feeling almost shy. Oh Jesus, I could feel my face getting hot. What the f**k? I was blushing again?
“Have you noticed that since we started having sex we haven’t fought?” he asked.
“Well, first of all, we started twenty-four hours ago. And secondly, your mouth’s usually full.”
“Yeah well, it’s good to know there’s a better use for that sharp tongue of yours,” he said with a smile.
His question had sounded casual too, but I could hear a little note of something deeper beneath it. I sensed that both of us wanted to say more to each other than we had so far. It would probably take us a while to get there, though. You don’t battle somebody for twenty-three years and then trust them with your heart overnight.
Later, back at my place, I sat down at my desk to write and he sat at my table and went over some of his cases for the next day. When a couple of hours had passed, I sat back and stretched.
“Writing any good sex scenes over there?” he asked, looking up at me.
“Not at the moment,” I answered with a smile.
“Would you like some inspiration?’ he asked, giving me a seductive look.
“What are you going to do, get naked for me?’ I teased.
What I didn’t tell him, was that I was already getting inspired, because I knew what he had on his mind before he even offered. I had noticed the occasional furtive glances in my direction, and after only one night together, I could already identify the look he got in his eyes when he was planning all the ways he was going to have me.
“Anything I can do to get your creative juices flowing.” He stood up, and began slowly walking toward me. My tummy fluttered, probably warning my lady bits that they were about to take another pounding.
“My creative juices, huh?” I turned toward him to fully enjoy the view.
“It’s the least I can do. By the way, I’ve heard that sex can improve one’s writing.” He leaned against my desk and looked down at me in a way that let me know that my lady bits had gotten the message.
“I don’t recall ever hearing that,” I said with a laugh. The anticipation was already lighting up my nerve endings like a power grid and I felt myself getting goosebumps.
“Trust me, I have your best interest in mind.” His eyes raked over my body and my pulse rate shot up. I wanted him so much, but I wanted to really blow his mind.
“Tell you what, if you really want to help me with my writing, why don’t you let me do some research about sensuality with you?” I could see his breathing quicken.
“I’m yours to experiment on.” I stood up and took his hand, leading him off to the bedroom, looking back over my shoulder with what I hoped was a sexy smile.
“So, I’ve been doing all this reading about how to stimulate the senses to increase arousal,” I explained as he sat on the bed watching me move around the room. I found some candles, and as I lit them, I spoke in a soft seductive tone. “These candles are scented. I read that scent affects the oldest part of the brain, the limbic system. That controls emotion, memory … desire.” I looked up and saw him watching me with a heat I’d never seen in his eyes before. “The scent of these candles is jasmine,” I went on. “Jasmine is said to have the effect of making men sexually aroused.”
“I think it’s working,” he said thickly.
“I’m not going to rely just on candlelight,” I said dimming the lights just a little, “because I’ve read that men are highly aroused by visual stimuli.”
“Oh, yeah. An entire industry exists for that very reason.”
“Women watch p**n too,” I shared with a smirk.
“I think this relationship is going very well,” he said, expelling a rather ragged-sounding breath. I knew I was driving him insane, and I have to admit that I loved every second of it. In fact, it was making me incredibly aroused. I walked over to my music player and searched for what I wanted.
“Sexy music can really help to put you in the mood.” I hit a button and Rihanna’s Skin started to play.
“For the record, I’m already in the mood, but this song is very hot.” I went to my bedside table, found some massage oil and walked over to stand in front of him.
“I’m going to give you a massage with rose-scented oil. Rose …”
“Lily,” he said huskily, reaching out and pulling me toward him. I looked down at him and ran my fingers through his soft, thick hair as he looked up at me hungrily. “I have a secret for you. There’s one scent that turns me on more than anything.”
“What’s that?” I asked in a shaky voice as he pushed my shirt up and began gently nuzzling my belly. My breath caught as I felt the scratch of his beard against my sensitive skin and a bolt of tingling heat shot southward.
“The way that you smell when you’re aroused makes me so hard it’s almost painful,” he mumbled against me, moving lower. “Your pu**y smells absolutely divine.” He pushed my yoga pants down on the side and licked my hip, making me whimper with pleasure.
“And you find that even more arousing than my perfume?” I asked, breathing hard.
“You have no idea,” he answered, pushing my pants lower. “And as for the smell of me on you, that’s more than arousing. That’s primal.” He turned me slightly and gently bit the top of my ass. It was so f**king sexy that my knees almost buckled.
“You don’t like all these sensual things?” I asked throatily.
“Of course I do.” He paused and looked up at me. “I told you that I liked the sensuality in your book and I meant it. But you stimulate my senses more than anything else, and if I don’t get inside you soon, I’m going to go out of my mind.”
“Well, I don’t want that to happen,” I said, swallowing hard and starting to feel lightheaded and shaky as he shifted me back toward him, pulled my pants down even further, and began making delightful little swirls with his tongue along that sensitive place where my leg met my divinely fragrant pu**y. Speaking of which, he paused, leaned in and inhaled deeply. With anyone else that would have embarrassed the hell out of me, but with him it drove me wild.