July
31
Carnivorous~ Teaser and Pre-Order Info
Below is a teaser from my VERY adult story Carnivorous. While the excerpt below is relatively safe it deals with explicit subject matters. Do not continue reading if you are offended by same sex sexual activity or are under the age of majority.
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Carnivorous
By Michele Lee
- I want her so bad I can taste her. Soapy-sweet skin, still hot from her shower. Still wet. But then, she’s always wet.
- She’s sexiest when she’s… breathing really. Playful brown eyes, looking around for her brush, though her hair, wet, curly and tumbling down her back, looks perfect to me. And those arms she claims are too fat, full and healthy under freckled skin, move purposefully over her body with the towel. She brushes a trickle of water from one little breast and my breath catches as the nipple hardens in the air conditioning. I almost pounce on her there, but I don’t want to move, to breathe, for fear she’ll realize I’m watching her.
- Watching her hands unconsciously caress down her sides, over her spread of hips, that taunting flare pointing down to the sweetest part of all. Watching her navel ring wink and twinkle at me, bidding me closer to that smiling hint of what she is.
- She turns and I want to trace her tattoo with my tongue. Not the most intimate of places, nuzzled between her shoulders, but it draws my attention. For a moment at least, until my hot gaze moves down the curve of her spine to the bite-able softness of her ass.
- “Are you paying attention?” she asks, turning to look at me over her shoulder.
- “Attention, yes,” I say softly, meeting her slightly annoyed look. I give her a sheepish smile. I move towards her, slowly, casually, though I can’t think of anything but the feel of her on my face, the smell of her on my skin.
- “Okay, weirdo,” she says, moving further into the room to grab her cigarettes. I slip between her and the door. “I’m going to go smoke. Want to come keep my company?”
- “Not really,” I say smiling. One foot.
- “Please?” She asks again, looking a little dejected. Six inches.
- “No, I don’t feel like going outside. It’s hot out.” I brush against her and keep moving forward, forcing her back.
- “Okay, I guess I’ll be back in a minute then.” She tries to move past me but I don’t let her. I move forward, quicker, until I force us into the bed. The mattress bumps against the back of her knees and she sits automatically. “Come on, let me go.”
- “No. You don’t get to go.”
- My face moves over her, hovering over that heat between her legs and moving on, up, until I crouch over her, my prize.
- “Jesus, you’re scaring me. You look like you’re going to eat me or something.”
- I grin. “That would be the idea.”