Let Romantic ‘Passions’ Embrace Your Senses Within this Stirring Excerpt from Romantic Fiction Author Rusty Blackwood

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His oil-drenched fingers encompassed my breasts, enrapturing them in his hands, gently caressing them with each squeeze. Oh his hands felt good – insanely hot – or maybe it’s me? I rationalized when he briefly let go of them, his groping fingers pushing the gown’s thin straps down my arms, allowing my breasts complete freedom.  The drenched fabric slid over my hips as he pulled it back toward him and down my legs, lightly dusting them, teasing them as the gown fell free, hitting the floor like a wet towel and I thought it was now or never, as he gently pulled me toward him.

Strong arms entwined me, while his slick leg caressed my hips, gently pushing me upon the mattress into submission. I lay back, hardly believing we were finally together. The satin felt wonderful beneath my feet as my legs slid up and down in perfect harmony with his. Raising my hand to his lips, he gently kissed each oil-laden finger, running his tongue to their tip while I whispered his name, and as he laid my hand across my heaving stomach, his searing tongue ran the entire length of my throat, burning my flesh with wonted desire.

The swiftness of my pulse brought a purr to his lips as his tongue stopped just shy of my chin. Leaning further over me, caressing my cheek with his hand, his burning digits slid upon the oiled sweat on my skin. Slowly, ever so slowly, he moved up my hip, spreading his legs wide apart as they pushed down against me. I could feel his generous erection firmly upon me, begging, throbbing against me, parting my lips, letting his sticky lubrication drip upon them, cover them, as it gently teased my clit. His silken hair brushed my face as he softly pressed his full lips to mine. I could sense the wanting in his touch, feel his hot breath as his lips quivered ever-so-slightly. He kissed me, and as his kiss continued my slick arms wrapped fully around his shoulders, squeezing him, pulling him tightly against me. I wanted him so badly my body could barely stand it, but I knew he was trying to be gentle, almost hesitant. Our lips parted, but continued to tease each other’s as they touched softly, nuzzling, nibbling each other like two young colts completely lost in love. Gently pulling on his bottom lip as if I were a babe at my mother’s breast, I sucked harder, each time wondering if it was hurting the healing wound, but he did not pull back. At that point it would not have mattered, for even if the cut had opened I would have gladly sucked his blood, for I wanted as much of him as I could possibly get regardless of what that might be. He returned the same offering until our mouths opened fully, allowing warm tongues to slide ever deeper into each other’s mouth. Oh God how I wanted him!

Quivering hands once again took control while my fingers ran through his hair, feeling its silken spendour, caressing it, pulling it, pulling him closer, tighter, my mouth pressed against his, my tongue meeting his, sucking its wetness while his hand slowly moved down my side. I shuddered with ecstasy when it found my breast, gently squeezing, feeling the nipple’s eruption burst and fully expand between his massaging fingers. A sigh escaped his throat as he felt its fullness, breathing deeply of its lustful fragrance.

“Aw you smell so damn good … so fine,” he softly whispered, tickling my ear with his tongue. “I want you so much. I’m falling in love with you. Fuck … you’re making me crazy, Joy. Say you want me.” Did he just say he loved me? I thought in stunned amazement. Oh how I’ve longed to hear Cullen Malone say those words to me! This has got to be just a beautiful dream that will soon end for they always do, but it can’t. Not yet, oh please, not yet, my thoughts begged as his lips once again consumed mine.

I lay beneath him, feeling his heart pound against my chest, his warm breath on my neck as he kissed it, sucked it, coaxing me to take him. I never felt such passion in my life, or is this, as Dean said ‘really just lust’? But I didn’t care. His legs were suddenly between mine and I felt all that Cullen had as I spread them wide, feeling it touch me, the wetness drip from him upon my waiting, opened lips.

* Taken from the fictional romance drama, “Passions in Paris: Revelations of a Lost Diary” available in all reading formats at the fine online bookstores of http://www.amazon.com, http://www.barnes&noble.com, http://www.createspace.com, http://www.smashwords.com, and Welland’s Seaway Mall COLES at:  https://www.facebook.com/pages/Coles-Seaway-Mall/131913826860148  In the Niagara area paperback copies may be obtained directly from Ms. Blackwood by e-mailing her at writerrusty@hotmail.ca

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