Morning Light

Sorry Peeps, I'm just not that great at maintaining this little blog but when I do find the time between all the craziness, I get on here to tap away.  My novel is coming along and I am thrilled even though I don't get to work on it as much as I would like. 

I always seem to come up with fantastic ideas, jot 500 words down then get back to other commitments without plotting an ending or middle.  For my novel I had this ending semi-planned, but it wasn't that great, jut kind of fulfilled the duties of ending a story and I wanted more of a punch.  One day I found myself jotting down another idea when the light-bulb went off in my head; this is the ending to my novel!  It fit perfectly and now I have the punch, the thrill and the sexiness I was looking for.  I guess good things do come to those who wait!

So without any more jaw flapping, here is a sexy little TEASE for you:

She was lying on the bed, long auburn hair draped over her bare shoulder and shiny copper locks soft against her face.  The light of the morning sun shone through the open window casting a bright glow against her pale skin.  She was naked, pink nipples erect from the whisper of air that kissed them and belly moving with each slumbering breath.

A soft white sheet was entwined between her long silky legs and the tiny tuft of manicured curls below her navel was just visible.  The room was simply decorated yet lavishly designed with white plaster walls, Spanish tiled floors and arched doorways.  Long drapery sheers billowed in the breeze and the sound of birds filled the morning air.

She twisted in her sleep, stretched her arms out then rubbed the sleep from her face.  She opened her eyes and turned to look at the empty space beside her side.  She turned her head toward the window and found who she was looking for; seated in an antique arm chair he was the male equivalent to her good looks.  He was strong and sturdy, tall and lean with a chiseled jaw and mop of golden hair.  His eyes were just as blue as hers were green and his body was a delicious sight.

He had sat patiently watching her sleep, waiting for her to wake.  His cock was stiff and the sight of her stir freshened his arousal and sped the thumping in his chest.  He couldn't wait to touch her, to taste her and to fill her with is seed.  He wanted again to claim her, feel her and hear her scream his name.  He wasn't normally patient, but for her he would wait, he already had waited to see her bare flesh for so long that a few more minutes was nothing.

The sexiness of silence overwhelmed and she beckoned him to the bed with her finger.  He rose up, long legs crossing the room in three steps and cock swaying with each one.  He climbed up onto the bed, pulled the sheet from between her legs and admired the shape of her body.  Elegant limbs, curvy white hips and small perky breasts. 

She grabbed his hands and pulled him forward, spread her legs and let the air brush against her wet folds.  His cock brushed up against her throbbing clit and she took her hand, pressed his cock down to her sweet crevice and pulled him forward.  She was dripping wet, when he slowly thrust his hips forward his cock sank into the dark sweet pinkness of her pussy.

She moaned with pleasure and he rocked in and out of her.  He quickened his pace and she screamed his name, her back arched and her muscles constricted around his shaft.  Her juices dripped down, body seized by orgasm and mind flush with hot need.  He lost it moments later; his head flew back and he began to moan as bullets of liquid fire shot inside of her and filled her loins.

He crumpled down on top of her, kissed the softness of her cheek and let the sticky liquids spill from inside of her.  In minutes they were asleep, cuddled together, his softening member still inside her sweetness and their hearts beating as one.  Nothing had been said, there was no need to say with words what their bodies said with passion and love.

~THE END