The song came to an end, and Cameron dipped Lilah low, the ends of her curls almost brushing the floor. When he pulled her back to his chest, she couldn’t be sure if her head was swimming from the swooping motion or from the raw sexuality searing through her. Cameron ducked his head and dropped a series of kisses and licks to her collarbone. She inhaled sharply, her lips parting slightly and her eyes fluttering closed. When she opened them, she saw the mysterious man in the corner still looking at her, his right hand coming to rest of the crotch of his pants. His shameless self-indulgence precipitated by her moment of pleasure only perpetuated her arousal.
© NatalieAlexanderBooks 1/10/2020
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.
© 12/25/19 NatalieAlexander
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.
“Please,” was all Lana could manage to reply.