Lana ran her fingers up the inside of her leg, her skin slippery and smooth with soap beneath her own fingers. Her perfectly polished nails dragged slowly, along her inner thigh, and she permitted herself to brush against her labia, slightly but enough that her muscles clenched, and she let out a soft gasp. She ran her palms over the curve of her hips and up her sides. She trailed her fingertips along the swell of her breast, tracing the round edges, and watching her nipples harden. It had been a long time since she’d appreciated her body this way.
She glances up, Her eyes peering from beneath square glass, An invitation of sorts. Something stirs within, Coming to life. A primal fire, A visceral rapture fraught with longing. The softness of her lips Like the petals of a morning glory Blossoming beneath the sun. She unfurls beneath me, Languid limbs weaving around me And my neurons sing, An electrochemical frenzy of hunger. I inhale her whispers, Swallow her gasping breath, My own lungs filling With the exhalations of her euphoria. I travel the lines of her, Tracing a map so I can find my way back. She shudders And pierces still stillness of the night With her rhapsody. On my tongue lies the taste of her, Exotic and sweet. She gazes from behind heavy lids, The rhythmic rise and fall of her breathing Lulling me near slumber, And I think, Maybe I could stay here for a while.
Her skin is flower petals, Her mouth a tropical destination, Humid and exotic. Her gasps are mine to swallow, To savor, To weave into my own nerve endings. Her neck is the curve of a mountain, The hollow of her throat the valley, Carved from the most exquisite marble. In my dreams, I can taste her skin, Saline and sweet. Dip lower, To the curves and swells, Like the hills in Elysium. Hips the rising of tides, The arch of her spine A road map to travel with my tongue. And at the heart of her is an ocean For me to delve into, Deep, yearning, Until the dam breaks And she bursts forth, Shattering into countless, infinitesimal pieces For me to kiss back together, Collapsing in on herself. And she laughs, While the wattage of the sun turns up, And I melt away.
A steamy excerpt from my soon to be released novelette “The Scent of Jasmine”, a story of blossoming romance between a married couple and the woman they invite into their bedroom…
Lana felt Jasmine’s hand come to rest on the inside of her knee, fingers splaying on her thigh. She felt a rush of heat flush her face, and without thinking about it, she opened her legs, just a little. Jasmine took notice and slid her hand farther up her thighs, stroking her pale flesh with her thumb. Lana audibly exhaled a long sigh and closed her eyes, and Darren traveled her other thigh with his own hand. She felt both of their fingertips tracing her labia on the outside of her panties, and Darren dared a gentle nibble to her neck, just below her ear. She gasped, quietly, although she was losing her ability to control her volume. She was easily within reach of forgetting where she was entirely.
The slenderer of the fingers slid beneath the lace and gently circled her most sensitive spot, now swollen and aching for attention. A raspy moan escaped her, and her eyes flew open to meet Jasmine’s while she covered her mouth and pretended to cough.
“You’re wet,” Jasmine purred, and Darren nipped her ear lobe.
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