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July 2, 2012
Naughty Thought for Monday is a fashion find for someone, not sure who though
June 15, 2012
NEW RELEASE! Come Back is now available in ebook and print!
Come Back by Tilly GreeneShape Shifter Erotic Romance
Tease Publishing
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Cassie Johnston needs to move on from a bad break-up. To start, she gets a new hairstyle and leaves the hospital scrubs behind for a research lab coat. Exhausted and yet excited about the new challenges, she’s unprepared to handle it when her heartbreaker walks back in to her life.
Mikhail Ivanovich tried to do the right thing for the woman he loves, but he’s haunted by her absence. Buying himself in work hasn't helped and eventually he accepts life is too short not to spend it with the woman he loves.
A heat wave blankets New York City and the two finally sit down to talk about what happened between them. Will they reunite or are there too many insurmountable problems standing in their way?
WARNING! There's a sexy shape shifter living in NYC wearing a 3 piece suit that will do anything to get his woman back in his arms where he can keep her safe and happy!
Excerpt
“You okay, Cassie?”
“Oh yes, yes, sorry everyone.” With a smile pasted on her face, she looked around the table at the faces of her worried and anxious workmates. They’d all been enjoying lunch together until she’d screamed in terror at something no one else could see. “I guess my mind traveled into uncharted territory.” The small group of men and women tittered and returned to talking while she put her hands on her heated cheeks. It was a useless move to stop the blush staining them from spreading further, but she did it all the same.
Groaning silently with embarrassment, she reminded herself how, until then, the altered reality only happened at home, while she slept. Realistically, she could no longer blame her weird tiger dreams on her problems with change. Maybe she should talk to a mental health professional.
Why couldn’t she be like everyone else?
Why did she have to embarrass herself by daydreaming about her white tiger while sitting in the company’s air-conditioned and packed lunchroom?
Flustered, she fussed with her salad before eventually excusing herself early, telling her lunch mates she needed to make a couple of calls before heading back into the lab. Actually, what she needed was a few minutes alone to pull herself back together. She made her way to her office, all the while focused on controlling her breathing and heartbeat, which were still unsettled from the recent trip her imagination had taken.
Sitting at her desk, she opened a file, and pretended to read while her mind raced through what had happened. There was something going on that wasn’t right. If she had any doubts in leaving the hectic pace of the hospital floor for the quiet one of research, they were long gone. She couldn’t be more thrilled with her decision to accept Dr. Winton’s offer. While change was not her thing, the new job had actually been a good decision.
On her first day at work, she’d been placed on a team looking into diabetes, specifically childhood type 1. They were trying to pinpoint the problem gene or genes in a bid to eradicate or, at the very least, find a means to treat the disease. It was exciting and rewarding, as well as slow and methodical work, with hours spent alone in a clean room. The people in her group were great, focused on the job at hand, and yet were still real. Not for one minute did she feel like the new kid on the block. It had been an easy transition, she couldn’t have asked for better.
Unfortunately, it meant the only problem she’d had all week was between her and the tiger. For almost a year, he’d offered her comfort through her imaginings, and she was thankful. Suddenly, he’d moved out of her dreams to take up residence in her brain, ensuring he was with her whether awake or asleep. She was scared on many different levels and, because she wasn’t sure how to handle it, she’d tried to ignore his presence.
Apparently that tactic was no longer an option.
All week the white beast haunted her. It was the visits while she was up and aware that upset her the most. Everything would be moving along normally, her eyes and brain focused on something, maybe a printout full of data, and the white tiger would be there waiting for something. Or, like what happened in the lunchroom, her mind would travel and there he’d be, coming for her. Sometimes an aura of impatience surrounded him and eventually he’d make his presence known while growling and pacing. Other times he’d be there, quiet, curious but not intrusive. Then there were a few times when he’d lie down and purr. Those were the more curious incidents. Whenever they happened, she was drawn to him, and wanted to hold him close. Then she’d remember he was a ruthless beast and a figment of her imagination.
The worst time was when she believed he spoke to her. She didn’t know why her subconscious expected and accepted a tiger could speak, but it did. The words were always the same and clearly enunciated as they kept an ongoing, unrelenting cadence beating through her body. Come back? That implied she knew the tiger, personally, and that wasn’t possible. People and animals did not communicate.
Was she losing her mind? Schizophrenic? Obviously something wasn’t right in her head and it was getting worse since the tiger never truly left her alone. Even right then, as she was internally freaking out at her desk, he was there waiting for something from her, and she didn’t have any idea what it was. However, she was absolutely certain about one thing. It was becoming increasingly clear, the cat’s tolerance for her to do what it wanted her to do was running desperately low.
It was odd how she’d never seriously questioned his presence in her dreams before today. He was always there, giving her comfort, but something had changed because he wouldn’t leave.
Mentally, Cassie pushed away from the tiger sitting in her mind, and turned her focus back to work.
I’ll question the state of my mental health later. The minute she spoke those words to herself, she swore a growl reverberate through her soul, bringing a chill to her flesh along with it. Her first response was to snarl back at the tiger and doing so earned her a purr, which put her right back where she’d been.
She was questioning where her sanity had gone because it clearly wasn’t present.
* * * * *
The next morning she was lying in bed, panting for a breath, while her heart pounded wildly after another visit from the white tiger. She couldn’t simply accept his presence any longer. To make matters even more difficult to handle was the continuation of a record breaking heat wave. The weather had escalated to dangerous levels, with massive power outages, which seemed to have put all the city’s residents on edge. She wasn’t sure if it was the heat or dreams, but it was too much for Cassie to take. It was time she found a doctor who would listen to her concerns about having an imagined tiger camping out in her head.
Trying to relax, she fluffed up her pillows, and mentally approached the issue that left her questioning her connection with reality. When she found no answers to any of the questions she had, Cassie got up, and made her way to the shower, bypassing the warm and going straight to cold.
With her new job came a different schedule. It was her first day off and she needed to do some errands. Thinking about the freedoms she’d gained by taking a Monday through Friday job made her smile. It had been a long time since she’d had an entire weekend off. She wasn’t sure what to do.
Actually, maybe she’d get the errands over with, and do something different like catch a movie. Theaters usually had great air conditioning and the weather reports she’d heard last night had called for another hundred degrees plus day.
However, before she made any decisions of what to do, she wanted to read the newspaper. All she’d done during the past week was stay on top of the headlines and she was eager to read in depth about what was happening around the world. A small pleasure of hers was to have the weekend paper delivered to her front door. She didn’t have to get dressed and walk down the block to the corner shop for one, all she had to do was open her door, and there it would be.
After drying off, she made her way back into her room to get dressed.
Since it was already hot, she decided to forgo both bra and panties until she had to go out. Given the choice, she didn’t want anything binding her in the hot weather if it wasn’t necessary. She put on a short spaghetti-strap cotton dress and was ready to start the day by settling on the couch to relax with the paper.
Making her way to the front door, she unlocked and unbolted it, pulled it open, only to be stunned speechless.
“Morning, Cassie.”
“Mi-Mikhail.”
Leaning against the stair rail outside her apartment was Mikhail Ivanovich, in the flesh, and he was holding her paper. Even in the sweltering temperatures, he looked cool, calm, and utterly handsome. The man looked sexy in a simple white t-shirt, shorts, and sneakers without socks. It wasn’t fair. Dressed to the nines or casual like he was with his white hair tamed and framing his sexy eyes, he always had the ability to ignite her passion and need to be fulfilled.
©Tilly Greene, 2012
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Future Come series releases: Come to Me [book 2] - F/W 2012 and Come and Stay [book 3] - Sp/S 2013
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June 4, 2012
Today I'm over w/Jen @RedHotBooks and a #AADNOLA Author Spotlight & Giveaway
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The questions were interesting and revealing, another snippet of the soon to be released Come Back is there, a line up of what I'm working on now and, oh yes, a contest for a copy of either Highland Heat or Call Me Lucifer!
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June 2, 2012
Sex Scene Saturday is the first peek at my soon to be released shifter erotic romance with Mikhail and Cassie
Come Back by Tilly GreeneShapeShifter Erotic Romance
Releases June 15 2012
Sex Scene Saturday
Although the sun was at its zenith and his blood was close to a boiling point, he knew it was more with lust than the actual temperature. Not wanting to talk any longer, Mikhail moved them down to the grass and made a place for himself between her legs. Throwing his head back, he closed his eyes as she wrapped her silken limbs around his thighs. When he didn’t think things could get any better, they did when she hooked her feet right beneath his ass, soft arms encircled his neck, and she told him what he needed to hear.
“I’ve missed you every day, every minute you were gone. Take me, lover. Please, fill me up, and love me.”
Shifting his arm around, he wedged a hand between them, and held her pussy lips open. He wasted no time in nudging the crown of his cock inside her and, with their gazes connected, welcomed the feeling of loving unity as he entered her.
“Paradise.” He claimed against her mouth and slowly slid his rod through her hot tight clench. He was thrilled to once again be able to hear her moan his name on a note of pleasure. Reality was much better than dreams.
Their bodies were slick with water and sweat, gluing them to each other. Mikhail didn’t move, he wanted to take a minute to feel her surrounding him, and give her some time to adjust to him being back inside her body. Bracing himself on his forearms, he lifted his chest up and scraped the hard excited points on the tips of her breasts along the way.
“You are so very beautiful.” He tried to hold back a moan as she used her feminine muscles to grip him hard, only he couldn’t. Like a pulse, she released the delicious pressure only to tighten around him again.
“Yes, and you’re handsome, but you’d better love me now. I-I’ve, please, I’ve missed having you here, inside me. Please!”
“Okay, sweetheart, okay.” He pulled his cock out until only the knob remained, then pushed back in. Cassie’s breasts shook a little when he bottomed out. The tight red tips held his attention. His mouth watered to have them at his mercy, but he wanted to see her climax. The answer to the quandary was to continue using his body to make them even stiffer. Mikhail started to move faster, harder, making the two mounds move wildly, and knock against his chest.
Sweat slipped down his spine, pooling in the small of his back. His hair grew damp and yet, all he could think about or feel was the woman beneath him. She moaned as her hips bounced up to meet each of his thrusts. In his arms was the woman who meant the world to him and made him feel like a better person. Finally, finally, she was back where she belonged.
©Tilly Greene, 2011
eBook of Come Back, a shapeshifter erotic romance and first book in the Come series, to be released June 15 and paperback at Authors After Dark Convention in New Orleans.
I love to travel and learn about and experience other cultures and countries, and this passion often shows up in my writing. The Ivanoviches of my Come series are Russian emigres who have settled in New York City, but haven't forgotten about what they left behind. Actually America is full of immigrants. I'm a third generation on both sides, one from Ireland and the other from Grenada, and married to an Englishman. So that's a snippet of where I come from, now it's your turn...has your family been in the US for ages or are its so new some are still working through the paperwork? Share and you're entered to win an ebook from my backlist...your choice. You have through Sunday :-)Here five other authors Sex Scene Saturday to check out and steam up your weekend:
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May 26, 2012
Sex Scene Saturday gone Mythology Erotic Romance: Marsyas and Filla
Tied Up for Love by Tilly GreeneParanormal/Mythology Erotic Romance + Bondage
All Romance│Amazon
Filla is a nymph used to the raucous ways of a Dionysian festival and allows a handsome newcomer, Marsyas, to strip her down for a passionate interlude while tied to a tree. After time spent alone, together, she knows little about him beyond the physical. However, her feelings for him are growing until he brings her back for the next festival, and suddenly she's not sure of anything.
Love is found in the most unlikely places, but will it last?
Sex Scene Saturday
“You’re remembering when I first took your delicate sweet ass, aren’t you honey.”
“I am,” she whispered, and felt her heart beat race as the memory played across her mind. “It was here, at the last festival, beneath that tree,” she pointed in the direction of the tree she thought of as theirs while keeping her eyes on the duo.
“Do you think he’s enjoying himself as much as you did?” Marsyas moved around behind and held her breasts in his hands while he continued talking quietly in her ear. “You looked so beautiful hugging the tree trunk as hard as you could. The old twisted trunk offered places for your hands to hold and, if I remember correctly, a notch to put one of your feet in when you lifted it up for, well, better angles. And then there were your soft breasts, scratched by the rough bark, but the hard tipped nipples shouted their excitement of the coarse treatment. I now know it was the first time your back rose was breached, but you never said whether you were scared of the unfamiliar or not. Were you?”
While he talked, his hands gently cradled her breasts and the thumbs reached up to stroke over their tips. The soft touch lulled her desire to a simmering state, but when he added a pinch and tug, the need between her legs started to quiver for attention. Her hands reached back to hold his hips, to use the grasp to bring him closer to her body. She’d wanted him before they saw the man and centaur in action, but now she needed him even more, and everything else left her mind except how to break his iron grip on his passionate nature.
The pinches became firmer and then his erect rod teased her rear crack. She felt her breath stop in the back of her throat and her eyes started to close. No longer was the man being taken moaning, he grunted when the centaur grabbed some of his hair, and started to scream his pleasure as he was taken quicker. Filla understood the desire for harder and faster, but the slow with power possession were also delightful.
“Were you afraid, Filla?”
She’d forgotten the question and found her voice raspy when she finally answered.
“Not of you, but the unknown had given me a moment’s pause.” She tried to sound like she was paying attention to their conversion, when she wasn’t really. Conversational awareness wasn’t possible while his hands played her body.
“Why not of me? We didn’t know each other and we’d found each other at a Dionysian festival, which are not known to be the safest places. Then there’s the obvious fact that I’m physically much bigger and stronger than you. I constantly worry about hurting you and that’s the last thing I want to do. You shouldn’t be so open, Filla. Please, you need to remember not everyone is good. Learn to put your guard up.”
“You’re good,” she told him at the same time as she noticed there was a real level of concern on his face. Something had happened for him to go off on such an odd tract and yet they hadn’t been apart since they’d met. Shaking her head to clear it of the need his fingers built, she looked over her shoulder, and found worry marks creasing his forehead. She’d never been hurt or even threatened with violence, by anyone, but there was real concern in his voice and on his face. “What’s going on, Marsyas? What’s happened that you need to say all this?”
©Tilly Greene, 2011
Buy a copy of Tied Up For Love, a paranormal/mythology erotic romance + bondage from the Mythological Messes Redux series, by Tilly Greene from All Romance│Amazon.
Marsyas is a unique character from Greek Mythology that was, like the others in the series, given a raw deal and I wrote him a new one. Are there any myths out there that you thought, while a lesson had to be learnt, the punishment was still far too harsh? Share and you're entered to win an ebook from my backlist...your choice. This one is open until Tuesday because of the holiday weekend...enjoy!Here five other authors Sex Scene Saturday to check out and steam up your weekend:
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May 19, 2012
Sex Scene Saturday for the 18+ crowd: Matt and Sakura get frisky in Japan
Konnichiwa Cowboy by Tilly Greene
Contemporary/Light Western MC Erotica + D/s
All Romance│Amazon│BN│iBooks│Smashwords│Sony
A business trip to Japan opens the door to Matt Wilson satisfying a long held fantasy, only there's a slight hiccup called Sakura Nakamura. Sakura is smart, funny and gorgeous, everything he wants in a woman, but can't have, not if he wants to do business with her father. Unfortunately, he forgot to tell her that and everything changes after one night.
Is it a geish or infatuated workmate who fulfills the visiting cowboy's fantasy?
Sex Scene for the 18+ crowd
“Come over here, my little geisha girl, and show me how you entertain men with that sexy painted mouth.”
There was no elegant way to stand up on her own, even crawling would be difficult unless she shifted the kimono out of the way. Letting her purse and fan fall from her wrists, she lifted one knee up a bit, pulled the silk robe from underneath, then repeated the process with the other before making her way to Matt. Sakura knew her breasts weren’t large, although she knew pushing her arms closer to her body created a dark crevice which, hopefully, would entice him to investigate them further. From the fire blazing in his eyes, she believed it worked.
Once she found herself kneeling between his legs, Sakura finally was able to do what she wanted most: truly touch him, all of him. She ran her hands from his knees, along the seam on his inner thighs until her thumbs rubbed over his denim covered balls. Savoring the feel of him, she smiled inside when she heard him suck in his breath and hold it as she turned her hands to cup his long cock. She inhaled more air, thrilled with how alive he felt beneath her touch. Throbbing from his rod picked up speed and encouraged her to imagine how it would feel when it was inside her body. She wasted no further time in getting to know him personally. Sliding her hands up and down the hard length, she ignored the fact he remained covered by his pants, and sought to feel as much of him as possible.
Soon it wasn’t enough. Separating the jeans’ placket, she leaned over and pressed a soft kiss on the cotton-covered steel pole beneath. The flesh beneath her lips felt hot and bounced at her soft touch, obviously eager for some up close and personal attention. Mentally submerged in lust and excitement, she forgot about her extensive makeup and how it might mark his tight white underwear, but when she pulled back and saw the evidence of her lips, she loved it.
The subtle, reddish-pink dot from her lips resembled the center of a target on his underwear and she went right back to the same spot for more. Opening her mouth, she rested her teeth around his hard rod as if ready to take a bite, except she wouldn’t. Instead, she lightly ran her mouth along his length, leaving a thin colored stripe on each side.
Sakura was so intent on leaving her mark on him, she hadn’t realized how close to the edge he’d become until he slipped his hands into her hair, causing the bells on her comb to tinkle gently. He held her head still, poised within a breath of touching his hard-on where it emerged from the waistband.
“Fucking nice, now pull my cock all the way out.”
She wasn’t sure how to do what he wanted. The underwear looked like shorts that were painted on him. There was an opening, except she wanted access to all of him, not just a small portion. Knowing what she truly wanted, Sakura wasted little time in stripping him down, only with her own twist.
Using both hands, she tugged both his jeans and underwear by their waistbands. Apparently he was in the same hurried frame of mind. Matt moved his hands to the chair’s armrests and lifted up enough for her to pull it all down until they rested around his ankles. Once there, she tugged on his boots until they came off. Sakura took off his clothes and then put his boots back on.
Folding her hands back in her lap and hiding them beneath the long sleeves, she sat back on her heels and looked at his erection and taut balls with a long, passionate gaze. She found her cowboy, the one who appeared in her mind whenever she thought of or spoke to Matt. Wearing nothing more than his hat and boots with a spectacular erection for her pleasure, he was positively sexy as sin. Sitting there, taking all of him in, she knew she’d made the right decision in coming to his room.
“Okay, then it’ll be with my boots on.” Matt put his arms on his knees and ran a finger over a silk covered breast, pebbling the tip even further. “Shall I keep my hat on as well?”
“Hai,” she whispered with a nod to ensure he understood. Matt laughed and sat back in his chair, totally relaxed with being nude before her.
“The cowboy and the geisha. My brother would love to be in on the night’s activities.”
“Brother?” Sakura muttered under her breath as the curiosity of what he meant grew. She knew there was another Wilson back home, one who worked more hands on with the cattle than Matt. They’d spoken a few times, usually polite nonsensical conversations, but she was interested in hearing why he thought of Ted at a sexual time. She reached out and held his cock in her hands. It took both to cover most of his length, leaving a couple of inches poking above the clasp. Gently, she pulled his cock more into a straight up and down position before shifting to her knees and swirling her tongue around the shining red cap.
“That’s good,” he muttered and held her head slightly tilted to the side, probably so he could see her mouth on his rod. In all his dealings with her, even during their harmless flirtations, he’d always been a gentleman. Knowing he had such an erotically wicked side to him, she admitted to herself, was something she’d like to see more of and also be the one to reap the benefits of setting that side of him free. So many ideas popped into her head and she lost herself in the pleasure of possessing and playing with his rod.
“Oh, yeah, that’s real good.”
She heard a groan escape from him and settle in his deep rasping voice as he continued to talk about what he saw. To her, the roughness said he’d moved closer to coming, except she wasn’t ready for that to happen yet. She wanted him to be as wild with need for her as she was for him. Sakura lowered her lips and engulfed the entire crown of his rod. Whether she moved slow or fast, the bells on her comb tinkled joyously.
“That’s it, suck my cock.”
Lust and a strong desire to please him had her sucking as if to pull the seed out of his length, although not so hard that she’d hurt him. She used enough pressure to make sure all of his attention stayed focused on what happened between his legs. When she felt his hands clenching and unclenching in her hair, she alternated between swirling her tongue around the tip and sucking on his rod like a sugared treat. She worked harder to send him tumbling over passion’s ledge.
She hadn’t counted on him having much more control over his passion than she had over her own. Sakura could feel in her mind and body how ready she was for him to take her. To have him possess her was all she could think about. She wasn’t a virgin and had always enjoyed sex, although she was more excited about being with Matt than she had been with any of her other partners. It was odd she felt that way, knowing it wouldn’t be a complete consummation. Spending time with her cowboy made her want to stretch her sexual boundaries further than ever before.
Spanking? Why not! Pinching and twisting her nipples, maybe her nub? Yes, please, she wanted to shout. Make me scream and beg for your pleasure, just take me.
Suddenly, inspiration and her inner saucy nature came to play. After a few shifting movements, she laid her bare chest against his groin. Their physical connection was delicious. The differences between them were obvious and inviting. He was hard and covered in hair, she was soft and smooth, and together they were combustible.
“Whoa, what’s going on here?” Gently, he pushed her back and looked at her chest.
©Tilly Greene, 2011
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Matt and Sakura's relationship starts in a Japanese hotel, but they are far from satisfied with a single night... Now it's you turn to tell: ever had or wished you'd had a naughty night of sex in a foreign country? One lucky commenter will get a $10.00 gc to ARe - make sure and leave your email addy for me to contact or check back on Monday to see if your name was drawn!Here five other authors Sex Scene Saturday to check out and steam up your weekend:
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May 12, 2012
Sex Scene Saturday: Mike and Mary
Missing in Paradise
by Tilly GreeneContemporary Erotic Romance + Bondage
Ellora's Cave│All Romance│Amazon│BN│Sony Reader Store
When the love of Mike’s life breaks up with him abruptly, he doesn’t know where to turn. Mary is an emotional mess who reacts without thinking, and immediately regrets her decision. Making things right with Mike isn’t easy. It requires privacy to rebuild their love and share their lust. Neither expects their getaway to become a major news story.
The tattooed retired surfer and daytime TV star are opposites, yet perfect for each other. But paradise isn’t easy on them. Their bond will need to stand up to the strain of a public-relations nightmare if they have any hope of making it work.
Mistakes are made and they need privacy to fix things, but what about the media?
Sex Scene for the 18+ crowd
“Hey,” the casual one-word greeting startled her, but it was a large board and paddle dropping to the sand that made her jump. She looked up to see the man she’d been thinking about sit at her side. Encased in a full wetsuit, he rested his arms on bent knees as he checked out the waves.
Mary hadn’t a clue what to say or do to ease the tension between them. They’d been friends as kids, sweethearts in high school and finally lovers as adults. She didn’t want to lose him, but needed to think about what was best for her mental state.
Knowing an apology was necessary and actually giving one were two different things. She had no idea where to start, but knew simply saying sorry wouldn’t be nearly enough. Turning to look at him, she was struck by how handsome he was and her body responded to his sensual appeal. Didn’t her brain know it should be taking the lead right then, not her physical need for him? Apparently the two parts of her weren’t talking either and the pulse of desire beating in her pussy managed to rev up her hunger to be held by Mike again.
Had she said hello? She couldn’t remember saying anything and was shocked. Then again, it wasn’t a total surprise. Obviously Mike Kane robbed her of common sense. Looking at him closely, she soaked in every bit of flesh hidden away and left highlighted by the black rubber suit. Only his head, hands and feet were visible, and she felt compelled to wrap her arms and legs around him and never let go.
An onshore breeze helped the waves rise higher and delightfully rumpled his brown hair. She loved when it was in need of a cut. A little long so the strands curled a bit around the ears and neck. He’d probably rolled out of bed, put on the wetsuit and come out to paddle over the cold water. The man emoted sex and her need for his touch grew in strength. Her breath caught in the back of her throat when he turned and met her gaze. There was something there deep in the beautiful brown orbs that made her flinch, but they were connected. With the bond made, she was reminded of the last time they were intimate and wished they were making love instead of not talking to each other on the beach.
As if he read her mind, Mike suddenly held her as if he’d never let go and she was exactly where she wanted to be—held by him.
Momentum took them down to the sand where he held her hands on the sand by her head. Unable to manage a single word to either tell him yes or no, and it was definitely a yes, she gasped with pleasure when he threw a rubber-covered leg over hers. The move hadn’t been necessary because there was no chance she’d leave.
In a heartbeat, his lips pressed firmly against hers and all she knew was how much she wanted whatever he offered. What they shared was not soft or tender, but what passed between them was filled with turmoil of raw passion and emotions.
He opened his mouth, ran his tongue across the seam as if demanding entrance and hers opened, ready to be ravished. They circled and danced around each other, hungry for the link they’d shared before. Thankfully Mike couldn’t ignore her need for his possession. He teased her passion to the surface and promised fulfillment. At first the kiss they shared was packed with what she believed was desire and love, then denied lust rushed forward and wouldn’t be ignored.
It was pure coincidence that he’d come down to the beach to paddle and collect his thoughts before seeing Mary, only to find her calmly watching the dawn’s surfers. Everything he’d planned to say to her fled as blood pumped through his body. Mike inhaled deeply to try to gain stability, only he caught a whiff of her flowery scent and was lost. He reached out and took what he wanted. The woman he loved was in his arms, beneath him, and he showed her what they had together.
Mary arched her back, offering her body to him, and he took it with love and anger warring inside him. He was already on the verge of losing complete control when he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. Pulling his lips from hers, he looked down at his hand on her breast, and tightened his hold. He watched the nipple pop out between his thumb and first finger. The hard tip was a delightfully wicked sight and reality slipped farther away. He wouldn’t ignore what was offered.
Leaning over, he placed his mouth over the tip poking against her shirt. She thrust her chest up further, pushing her breast against his face, and he knew he could take her right then. He pushed her desire closer to a breaking point by trapping an excited point between his teeth and tugging. Her screams of need echoed through his head and for a second wondered if they’d actually escaped their cocoon of pleasure. Mike didn’t know and didn’t care if she was past the point of restraining her desire for him. He had Mary where he wanted her, eager for him to take, and he was beyond ready.
The tenuous grip he had on his needs was lost when she shifted her leg to wrap around his waist. Lust exploded in him when his hard-on pushed against her responsive clit. Even though rubber separated them, she let out a gasp of pure pleasure that joined the gentle breeze washing over them and then he pulled her shirt up, revealing her bare breasts to the early morning light. Mike knew how sensitive they were, how much pleasure they both gained from his playing with them, and wasted no time in using the familiarity to release her pent-up passion.
“How could you walk away?” he whispered, and lavished the pleasure she begged for on her body. He rolled, sucked, teased and soothed her pierced nipple. Kissing his way across her chest, Mike feasted on the other. Opening his mouth over the entire soft-pink flesh, he closed it enough for her to feel the bite of his teeth.
“Please, Mike, I need to…”
She wanted to tell him it had been a mistake, that she hadn’t wanted to leave him, but had no words. There was too much passion ruling her body to let anything else enter the fray. She managed to show him how much he meant to her, how she never wanted to lose him, by sliding the fingers on her free hand through his hair and holding him close to her heart.
Lost in their need for each other, she focused entirely on him and them. He delightfully fed her desire for his touch and left her eager to taste the ultimate end. The orgasm he promised teased her lust and he fed it further by gnawing and sucking on her tender breast, preparing her for gratification. With his mouth and hands pushing her toward the brink of longing, her soul and heart remerged with her body and she was once again whole. There hadn’t been any doubt they were supposed to be together, but there had been in the longevity, which had scared her enough to leave. Mike was the only person in the world for her.
From the first time they’d made love, every caress from his fingertips, plunge of his cock, kiss they shared had been more vibrant and exciting than it had ever been before. He stroked her body and lavished attention on what gave her the most pleasure. There was more between them than the physical. He encouraged her to think positively about herself. On an average day, she felt good about her physical appearance and entrepreneurial skills, but they were magnified when she was with Mike. She could be naked, with her hands tied together and hanging from a hook in the ceiling for hours, and knew she was the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen by how he looked at her. She needed to let him know how much she loved him and wanted to be with him.
Another seductive nudge from his wetsuit-covered cock, followed by another, brought more moisture to soak her panties. Lifting her hips a bit more to meet his next knock against her tender flesh fed the hunger to feel him inside her body. Frustration and denial were painful responses. Eager to fix things between them, she tried again to pull herself together enough to speak. There was an apology she had to give before they went any further. She didn’t want to climax with her phone call hovering unresolved between them. While the release would feel good, in reality coming before she’d made things right would make things worse. Then again, orgasms were wonderful and fulfilling experiences. The passionate explosions were a way to share their needs for each other.
No, Mary thought, and tried to hold back the hunger long enough to clear things between them. After she apologized, they would go to her place or his and get back to where they’d been before her stupid phone call.
Gathering her words to tell him she was sorry was difficult with her body under glorious assault. She was prepared to tell him how much she loved and needed him in her life, when he wrenched himself away from her quivering body.
“I don’t fucking care what other people think,” he rasped on a rough voice.
©Tilly Greene, 2011
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And there you have it, Mike and Mary's first sex scene and it takes place at the beach. Hmmm, then again, these two don't actually have sex in bed...everywhere else, just not a bed. So it's you turn to tell: ever had or wished you'd had sex in a unique location? One lucky commenter will get a $5.00 gc to ARe!Now here are five other authors Sex Scene Saturday to check out:
Tina Folsom
Leigh Ellwood
Stacey Kennedy
Sandy Sullivan
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May 6, 2012
Start preparing for the Zombie Apocalypse w/ #ZART members NOW!
Get over to TJ Michael's website right now and answer the question, Zombie Joe's video will give some practical hints so watch it as well.I answered, but I'm not entered in the contest - prize is one of my books!
Quickly! Don't pass go, don't collect $100, go answer and be entered, contest ends at midnight on Monday!
You'll gain loads of information to keep the Zombie Apocalypse at bay :-)
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May 2, 2012
Hump Day Hottie is Wet and Formal!
I may not be a fan of the white tux, kind of reminds me of a prom date who wore light blue - yes, seriously, he wore LIGHT BLUE!, but I guess it matches his tighty whities.
Thank you Homotography for sharing Albert Reed as photographed by Matthias Vriens-McGrath for the Numero Homme S/S 2009 edition.
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April 30, 2012
Naughty Thought for Monday goes rubber!
Condoms actually.I saw this psa type ad a few weeks ago and with all The Avengers movie superhero chatter going on, I'm finding it hard to not project this image onto those characters.
Can you see the Incredible Hulk seeking a suitable condom?
Tricky, but everyone needs protection...even superheroes!
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