Lady Amelia

Content Advisory: Sex between m/f, graphic language and description

A deep voice growled in Lady Amelia’s ear. “Where is your husband?”

Shivers raced up her neck from the caress of Lord Elton’s warm breath. She flicked open her fan and covered her mouth. Turning her head slightly, she fluttered the delicate fabric. “Otherwise disposed in the gambling parlor.”

She stilled herself, trying to appear poised and relaxed as James' hand slid down the rounded curve of her ass and squeezed.

“Meet me in the alcove by the library.” He pinched her right cheek, sending waves of longing through her body. Amelia’s nipples tightened against her powder blue bodice. She lowered the fan and gave a single nod.

The ballroom suddenly felt oppressive. Her skin flushed from the short contact with her lover and the anticipation of what was to come—hopefully her. She watched the dancers, silently counting to one hundred before making her discrete departure. Pushing through the crush, she smiled and fluttered her fan, acting as if she needed fresh air.

She reached the terrace doors and gave a quick glance over her shoulder. Nobody watched—each guest thoroughly absorbed with their own activities and the sparkling grandeur of her May Day Spring Ball. Ignoring the wide French doors leading to the gardens, she slipped along the hallway and up the spiraling staircase.

Slowing her pace but not her racing heart, Lady Amelia Collis made idle conversation with the milling guests on the second floor. She chatted about the dancers swirling below them, the menu for the late dinner, and many other topics she didn't give a damn about. All she wanted was to race to the dark niche and into her lover’s arms.

Smiling and laughing , Amelia extricated herself from the conversation flowing around her and slipped down a dimly lit hallway toward the library. She gasped as a strong hand grabbed her when she neared the alcove, hauling her into the dark recess. James backed her against the wall to cover her body with his.

“I thought you’d never get here.” His erection rubbed against her stomach as his hands cupped her ass and lifted her against him.

“I’m here now.” Amelia’s panted as she struggled to spread her legs.

“Mmm, indeed you are.” Pressing his mouth to her neck, he blazed a trail of kisses over her shoulder and across the swells of her breasts. She arched toward him, needing more—wanting his lips.

With deft fingers, James unlaced the bodice of her dress and yanked the material apart. Amelia pushed the lacy shoulders of her gown down, desperate to feel skin against skin. She tugged at the buttons on his navy blue coat and shoved the jacket off his shoulders. Making quick work of his white shirt and vest, she sighed as her fingers skimmed across the hard smooth muscles of his chest. Lord Elton looked nothing like her pudgy husband, who could barely do more than roll on top of her, pump a few times, and fall asleep. But not James.His stunning handsomeness and rakish nature incited a riot of emotions and naughty thoughts within her. He always saw to her needs. Hands caressed and fondled, exploring every inch of glorious bare skin once they were naked from the waist up.

James cupped her breasts and kneaded her nipples. “Hello my lovelies.” Bending, he placed a kiss on each stiff tip. “I’ve missed you.”

“Are you talking to me or my bosom?” Amelia chided.

“Both.” He lifted his head and smiled at her. “You are one in the same.”

“Saints alive, I hope I am more than just a pair of breasts.”

“Oh—you are.” he drawled. James ran one hand over her knee, gathering the material of her confining skirt. His fingers glided along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “You are so much more.”

Amelia groaned as his hand crept higher and lightly traced the folds of her sex, sending shudders through her body. Leaning her head against the wall, she watched his expression darken with desire. He slid his knee between her legs and lifted his foot to prop his boot on a stone ledge near the floor. Her leg raised and spread, her skirt pooling around her bent thigh. Cool air rushed in and caressed the heat between her legs. She moaned and arched her hips, searching for his talented touch.

Amelia tugged at her skirt to move the material out of the way and give access to her lover’s cock and stroked his shaft through the light wool of his trousers. James pushed against her hand, gyrating as she struggled one-handed with the button at his waist. Releasing the clasp, she pulled his cock free of the confining breeches and caressed its swollen head. He captured her mouth and moaned as his fingers slid along her slit, spreading her lips to play. She whimpered and rocked against his hand as one digit grazed her sensitive clit.

“Oh James,” she moaned into his mouth. “Deeper.”

Two fingers plunged into her opening, pumping and swirling, taunting and teasing. She could barely breathe—barely stand as he fucked her with his hand. Not to be outdone, Amelia slid her hands under his cock and fondled his tight balls.

“I need to be inside you, Am. I need your hot velvet around my cock.” He covered her hand with his and guided her strokes.

His words inflamed her and moistured pooled between her thighs. “Yes, I can’t wait any longer.”

Lifting her leg higher, he guided the engorged head to her entrance. “Touch your breasts.” She did, cupping the full mounds and massaging. “Your nipples.” His voice came out in gruff pants. “Lick your fingers and rub your nipples for me.

Sticking her index finger in her mouth, she swirled her tongue along the digit and slowly withdrew. James watched her movements, his gaze burning as he pushed slowly into her. Amelia circled the stiff nubs, pulingl and twisting. Shocks of pleasure raced to her pussy and she bucked against him.

“I need you James.” She rolled a nipple between her thumb and finger and gripped his shoulder with her other hand. “I need your cock.”

James groaned and buried himself against her slick folds. “God Amelia, you’re so bloody tight.”

He filled her and it felt like heaven. Amelia moved against him, her breath catching as the tingle of pleasure tickled her pussy. Gripping her ass, James spread her cheeks and lifted her higher. His fingers circled the tight puckered hole as he thrust deep and withdrew slowly into her sex. She wanted him everywhere at once.

Her muscles clenched. With each thrust her body spiraled toward the pleasure he’d always given her. She palmed her breasts, tugged at her nipples, but it wasn’t enough. “Harder, James. God, I need more.”

Dropping his foot, his cock slid free from her pussy. As she started to protest, Lord Elton spun her to face the wall. He placed her hands flat against the cool marble and leaned over her back. “Don’t let go.”

The soft silk of her dress whispered up and over her hips. She was bare, exposed, and she loved it. James pressed his cock into her pussy, filling her again. She gasped. He’d never taken like this—never in such a brazen position. Without warning he slapped her on the ass. Amelia flinched and whimpered.

“Do it again.”

The round globe received another stinging slap from his hand. She groaned and pushed against him. James drove deep, picking up speed with each delicious plunge. Reaching around and under, he massaged her swollen clit. She spread her legs to grant better access and pressed into his hand. Amelia clawed at the marble wall as the tension in her coiled. James growled, his thrusts becoming more frantic.

 “Oh, yes. Oh, Amelia. I can’t,” James grunted, “I can’t stop.”

Bracing herself against the wall with one hand, Amelia tugged at her nipple with her other. Lord Elton’s fingers worked her nub, spreading her lips and stroking her slick folds. She convulsed as he drove into her and carried her over the edge. Her body hovered, shuddering before exploding into a million wonderful pieces.

James thrust one final time and buried his entire length in her. Holding her ass tight against him, he came. Her body thrummed at the feel of his pleasure pouring into her. As his muscles relaxed, he draped his body over hers and kissed her naked shoulders.

“That was bloody amazing,” he said.

She laughed and rubbed against him. He sighed, slowly straightening and helping her stand. Turning in his arms, she smiled at him. “Damn bloody amazing, Lord Elton. I’m just glad nobody discovered us here.”

He captured her mouth and swept his tongue inside. She pressed against him as he fondled the sensitive buds of her breasts. Breaking the kiss, he nuzzled her neck. “I would have told them to get their own damn alcove.”

She laughed again. How wonderful it was to have her handsome secret lover—always ready to pleasure her and burn away the monotony of marriage. They dressed and shared one final passionate kiss.

As Amelia patted her hair and slipped from the dark niche, a coy smile tugged at her lips. This had been the best May Day Spring Ball yet.

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The Voluptuous Correspondence of Lady X - Installment Four

By Alice Gaines

My darling Richard,

You accused me of having taunted you with my description of touching my body in anticipation of our tryst. And now, I find this note under my bedroom door when I retire for bed. How shall I sleep with the memory of all we did this afternoon brought back so vividly in your depiction of the heaven you created when you kissed my pussy? My only revenge, I fear, is to continue the narrative and surprise you with the details of the havoc you wrought on my body and then to leave the letter for you to find when you awake. How I wish I could be there to enjoy your reaction when you read these words. I know your beautiful cock will come to attention as it did this afternoon. If I could but take you back to bed and impale myself on you, I'd be the happiest woman alive. We will find another opportunity for amorous explorations soon. We must, or my insatiable lust will show on my face every time we meet, and the others will surely notice.

Enough of the future for now. We haven't yet recounted our the full story of our recent and delicious past.

You know me to have a passionate nature, my dearest. And you know that I've been married to X for several years. Although I won't share the details of my marriage, I will say frankly (we promised honesty) that X and I have shared the sort of sexual relationship that most couples do. So that there's no doubt between us whether we can tell each other all, I'll also add that he has made me spend. In short, I thought I understood the sexual act.

After this afternoon, I realize my profound ignorance on the subject. I had no idea until we were together....joined as the Almighty created us...what lovemaking truly means.

I did tense when I realized that you intended to gamahuche me. It's such an intimate act and one I'd only dreamed of. The moment I felt your tongue seeking entrance between my folds, a new universe of sensation opened to me. My darling, if you hadn't held me upright, my knees would have quite failed me, and I would have fallen. The sensations overwhelmed me to the point of swooning.

Your tongue rasped so pleasantly, lapping at me as I dampened shamelessly. When you found my pearl and teased that, I cried out. I know you heard me. But you didn't stop. Rolling, pressing, working that tiny scrap of flesh. My heart beats fast at the recollection, and I'm tempted to put his aside to give myself the same pitiful relief I managed with my hand last night. I won't, though. That pale imitation of the passion we shared will never satisfy me again. Instead, I'll continue with my recounting of today‘s marvelous events.

In just a few moments, you had me hovering near the precipice. I hung there, in a state of such arousal I could scarcely draw breath into my lungs. You seemed to know how much I could endure without snapping, and you used the knowledge to keep me from a climax that would end the torture. In that manner, you had me at your mercy for long moments, now caressing me and now retreating until I would have begged you for release if I could have formed the words.

In the end, my body made the decision for us. I could wait no longer. I managed one gasping cry, and you took the cue, circling your tongue over my pearl with the firm strokes I craved. I spent with every fiber of my being, my pussy exploding into spasms that rocked me from the inside out. You never tired but continued pushing me until I'd given all I could and collapsed into your arms, moaning.

Truly, until that moment, I'd never realized that such an orgasm was possible or that it could be survived. A part of me did die then -- the part that had lived in ignorance of true passion. As you cradled me against your chest and we sat together on the rough-hewn floor, I changed from a respectable woman to one who would risk all and give all to have carnal knowledge of you over and over. And we'd hardly begun our amorous explorations together.

I'll close now in hopes that you'll take up the story where I've left off and I may read in your own words how we passed the next lascivious moments. I know I'll dream about our touches and caresses tonight. I may spend in my sleep and awake to the flutterings of my chamber all over again. I do hope so.

If I should awake for any reason in the middle of the night, I'll pass the time in planning our next meeting. You've made me into an insatiable beast, and I must have you again before fate parts us.

All my love,
Your devoted X

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My dearest of hearts,

That's what you are to me now. No man and woman can share such a perfect union of their bodies without also uniting their souls. You own me utterly. Do find another opportunity for us. I'll die if I can't embed my eager cock into your cunny at least a dozen or more times. I crave you every moment.

I'll take up the tale of our loving where you left off. In truth, you make me quite impressed with myself that I could give you an orgasm like that first one. My tongue is always in service of your pearl. How I long to taste your honey again as you spend against my face. Promise me that I may have a repeat performance of your song, and soon.

You did melt into my arms, and it was my great pleasure to capture you before you fell. I held you, your heart beating against my own, until poor Priapus could stand no more, and I had to make you mine in the truest sense of the word. I lifted you up and carried you to the narrow bed. Some day, my dearest, we must have a harem to ourselves where we may roll about on pillows, not constricted by the size of a mattress. No matter. The fact that I could have you in that humble place made it as grand as the Taj Mahal and twice as beautiful.

Once I had you on your back, waiting for me, I rid myself of my clothing. You tried to hide the fact that you watched me by lowering your eyelashes, but I noticed. It caused me some alarm that you might find me less than perfect. But when you saw the dimensions of my cock and gasped with surprise and pleasure, I almost preened and strutted for you. What great pride I still take in impressing you in that regard.

Now naked, I joined you on the bed. When you shyly reached out and grasped the head of my member, I nearly spent in your hand. I'd waited so long for the moment and had endured such a state of heated distraction, I almost rushed to the finish. I think you understood that from the livid state of my flesh, and you forbore any more stimulation to my throbbing rod.

This, too, we shall improve upon in the near future. I'll have better control of myself when next we couple and will allow you the freedom to explore me in any way you wish.

Instead, I proceeded to lavish your body with all the adoration it deserves. I kissed your lips again before proceeding on to more adventurous journeys. Along your throat to your collarbone, I laid a path of ardent caresses. I palmed the firmness of your breasts, savoring their weight and the stiffness of the peaks as I teased them. I kissed those, too, and sucked each into my mouth to feel them harden even further.

By now, you were making your pleasure sounds again. Proof that I'd driven your passions to such a level that you'd accept the bulk of my manhood into your pussy. Still, some devil pushed me to drive you higher, so I used my fingers to part the lips of your sex and urge the sensitive bud toward another climax. I realized that once I'd entered you, I'd have to plunder you fast and hard, and my joy wouldn’t have been complete if I didn't feel your sex gripping mine in mutual orgasm.

Of course, when I slipped a finger inside you, you spilled your nectar out onto my hand. Your muscles clamped down around it, signaling that you'd not only welcome something larger inside you but would demand it. How could I fail to comply with such a request as that? So, when my cock could take no more delay and your rising cries told me you'd reached the end of your tether, I settled into my place between your thigh and drove myself home.

Oh, the feeling. The heat, the wetness, the pressure of your muscles squeezing me. I quite lost all sense of the outside world. Nothing existed but your sweet puss and the exquisite pleasure of being inside you. I set a furious pace for us, not able to stop myself or even slow. You kept up with me, my darling, although I grew violent in my frenzy. Deeper and deeper. Faster and faster. And you held me, stroking my face as I neared the boundary and flew past. You convulsed around me as you spent again, and I answered with a release of semen that went on and on. You sucked me dry, my darling, until I rested limp against you, unable to move. Perfect fulfillment. Perfect peace.

And yet, I know that I'll be ready to perform it all again at a moment's notice. Name the place and the time. You cannot give me this glimpse of heaven and then deny me more.

Even more now than before, I remain,
Your adoring Richard.

Copyright Alice Gaines

Alice's website http://www.alicegaines.blogspot.com/
E-mail Alice at authoralicegaines@yahoo.com

Luck of the Irish

Content Advisory: Erotic

“You wanna dance?” The obviously drunk man never took his eyes off her chest.

Adrianne shook her head. “No, thanks.”

“Why not?”

“I just don’t want to.”

“You think you’re too good for me?” He moved closer, invading her space.

“I don’t owe you an explanation. I already said, ‘no.’”

A bimbo blonde passing by caught his attention and he sauntered after her.

Adrianne rolled her eyes and sipped her drink. Men were so easily distracted. She scanned the unruly crowd for her sister, Ava, who had mysteriously vanished in the last ten minutes.

St. Patrick’s Day had drawn a large crowd at McCallahan’s Pub. Adrianne had rebuffed advances from drunken assholes most of the night and she was almost ready to call it quits.

She stood on tiptoes, peering over the crowd. Ava had to be in here somewhere but Adrianne didn’t see her in the sea of people on the dance floor.

Pulling out her Blackberry, she quickly sent a text message to Ava asking where she was. In less than a minute, her phone vibrated in her hand. She read the message.

Great.

Ava hooked up with an old boyfriend and asked if Adrianne could wrangle her own ride home.

Adrianne searched the crowd for a familiar face, any familiar face. She didn’t want to call her brother to pick her up. She scrolled through her contacts and didn’t see one person she could call this late.

Fuck.

She made her way to the bathroom and checked her face in the mirror. Her brown hair framed her face, accentuating her blue eyes.

She never considered herself a beauty queen, but, tonight, she needed a baseball bat to beat back the steady stream of losers hitting on her.

Pushing through the maze of people, she decided to call a cab. She walked up to the counter to ask the bartender for the phone number when a hand grabbed her arm and pulled her off balance. Her phone fell from her hand and skidded across the floor.

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph. What the fuck is wrong with you?” she yelled.

“I wanna talk to you.” The man leaned into her face. “It’s too loud in here. Let’s go out back.” His breath smelled like beer and his words tumbled out in a slurred mess.

“No. I don’t want to talk to you and I’m not going outside.” She yanked her arm away.

Another man stepped in front of her. “Time for you to leave, buddy,” he said, giving the drunk man a shove.

“Fuck you. I’m not going anywhere,” he muttered as he stumbled, falling flat on his ass.

A bouncer she’d seen at the front door earlier grabbed the man by his arm and pulled him toward the exit.

The big guy in the black t-shirt bent down and picked up her phone. He turned around. “Is this yours?”

“Yes. Thank you.” She looked up at him and her tummy tightened.

Delicious.

Now, why hadn’t this guy hit on her earlier?

“My pleasure, sweetheart. Are you okay?” His mouth curved into a smile, digging dimples into both cheeks. His shirt bore the name of the bar along with the phrase Feeling Lucky Tonight?

“Yes, I’m fine.” She took a deep breath.

“Come sit down. Let me get you a drink, on the house.”

She smiled at him and took a seat at the end of the bar.

He hopped over the counter. “What’s your poison?”

“An Italian Margarita would be great.”

He nodded. “Coming right up.”

She watched him mix her drink. His biceps bulged against the sleeves of his t-shirt and she couldn’t help but check out what appeared to be an impressive package hiding behind the fly of his Levi’s.

He placed her drink on a napkin in front of her. “Are you here by yourself?”

Adrianne shook her head. “Apparently, I am now. My sister abandoned me for an old flame.”

“Well, that wasn’t very nice.”

“She’s a slut.”

His eyebrows shot up. “That’s harsh.”

“They broke up a year ago and she still fucks him every other weekend. It’s stupid. They should just get back together.”

“Maybe they like the friends with benefits thing.”

“I guess so. I’m just irritated with her tonight. She left me with no ride home and a cab will cost me a fortune.”

“I’ll be shutting down in an hour. I can give you a ride home if you want to hang out.”

She pondered his offer while sizing him up. Tall, muscular, dark hair shaved into a buzz cut and those eyes. He had the most gorgeous green eyes she’d ever seen. She made a concerted effort to keep her tongue from lolling out of her mouth.

He smirked. “Are you checking me out?”

The heat between her legs quickly boiled up to her face, burning her cheeks. She shook her head. “No.”

He laughed. “You’re cute when you lie. What’s your name, darlin’?”

She took a sip of her drink. “Adrianne Thompson.”

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He stuck his hand out. “I’m Derek McCallahan.”

“McCallahan? Is this your bar?”

He winked at her. “Yes, it is.”

He’s too good to be true.

I should just walk away now.

I’m never this lucky, not even on St. Patrick’s Day.

They talked off and on as Derek tended to guests and filled drink orders. Every snippet of conversation added to the sexual tension hanging in the air. He issued last call and within an hour, the place was deserted.

“I can help you clean up,” she offered.

“Not necessary. I have a crew that comes in around six in the morning to clean. I just make sure no one’s passed out in the bathroom before I lock up.”

She laughed and followed him around the bar. He paused in the pool hall.

“Now that my work night has ended, do you want to play a game of pool before I take you home?”

“Sure.”

He handed her a cue stick and chalked his own. “You can break.”

She leaned over the table and balanced the stick on her hand. Her shot barely scattered the balls.

Derek grinned at her. “Let me show you a trick.”

He rounded the table and put his hand over hers on top of the cue.

That first skin to skin contact sent a rush of adrenaline coursing through her body. Her heart pounded wildly in response.

They locked eyes and her breathing accelerated. She instantly pictured him fucking her on top of the bar or maybe right here, on the pool table.

Derek didn’t move but his lips parted as he stared at her.

“Are you gonna kiss me or what?”

He raised one eyebrow. “Sounds like you’re a girl who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it.”

“When I like something, I go for it. Do you want to give it to me?”

He smiled. Angling his head down, he touched his lips to hers.

Adrianne opened her mouth and licked his lips. Her nipples hardened and dampness seeped into her panties.

His tongue pushed into her mouth and his erection pressed against her belly.

She dropped the cue and wrapped her arms around his neck.

His hand cupped her breast, pinching her already hard nipple through her shirt.

Instinctively, she parted her legs. Her clit throbbed with pent up anxiety and she wanted his hand inside her panties.

Derek hiked up her skirt and grabbed her ass with both hands, lifting her off her feet. He planted her bottom on the edge of the table. Kissing her harder, his fingers traced a line up her thigh.

Heat coursed through her veins and she knew it wouldn’t take much to make her come.

He rubbed her on the outside of her panties.

Moving his lips to her neck, he said, “I’m going to eat your pussy before I fuck you.”

“Mmm, yes,” she muttered.

He dropped to his knees between her legs and kissed the inside of her thigh. His thumb tugged at the elastic of her panties, pulling them aside. He looked up at her and smiled before he sunk his tongue into her pussy.

Adrianne draped her legs over his shoulders and held on to his head. His tongue darted in and out of her while he rubbed her clit with his finger.

“You taste so sweet,” he said. “And, these are in the way.” He pulled her panties off her legs and spread her lips with his fingers, exposing her sex fully. He licked her pussy from bottom to top, flicking her swollen nub with his tongue. Slipping a finger inside her, he sucked her clit into his mouth. Each thrust of his finger brought her closer to the release she craved.

Her toes curled and her legs trembled. Clenching her thighs around his head, she cried out. Bright bursts of light erupted behind her closed eyelids and her mind went blank. At that moment, her reality consisted solely of Derek sucking her clit and finger fucking her fast and hard.

The orgasm lasted longer than she’d ever experienced and when he pulled his mouth away, she shivered.

He trailed kisses up her belly and tugged her shirt over her head. With one hand he removed her bra. His mouth went straight for her nipple while his hands squeezed and kneaded her flesh. He sucked her other nipple before moving up and kissing her mouth.

She tasted herself on his tongue and reached for his waistband. “I can’t wait, Derek.”

He pulled off his t-shirt and helped her unfasten his jeans, freeing his cock.

Her mouth watered at the sight of his erection. Adrianne hopped off the table and pushed him back against it. “Lay down.”

She climbed up between his legs and wrapped her hand around the base, stroking him once before deep throating his cock.

He groaned and pulled her hair.

She slid her lips up his length and swirled her tongue around the thick head.

“Holy shit,” he hissed. Derek pushed her head down and pulled it back up with her hair, setting the rhythm while he fucked her mouth.

His cock swelled and throbbed in her mouth and the salty taste on her tongue told her he was close.

Pulling her head away, he said, “I want to fuck you.”

She smiled and straddled him. Grabbing a hold of his dick, she guided it to her opening and impaled herself. She gasped, relishing the sensation of him buried so deep.

He pulled her against his chest and kissed her, his tongue delving into her mouth while she bounced on his cock. His fingers dug into her hips and he bucked into her hard. Rolling her onto her back, he held her legs open and forcefully thrust into her again and again.

“Derek,” she whispered, watching him move between her thighs, his balls slapping against her ass.

He didn’t answer and lowered his head to her breast. He bit down on her nipple and she cried out.

His demeanor turned aggressive. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them beside her head. Slamming into her harder and deeper than before, he said, “I’m going to come, Adrianne. Right now.”

“Okay,” she panted, biting her lip.

He thrust into her one last time and bit down on her neck. His cocked throbbed and pulsed his hot seed inside her.

Out of breath, he looked into her eyes. “This is officially the best night of my life.”

“I’m going to have to agree. We got lucky this St. Patrick’s Day.” She winked at him.

He kissed her on the lips. “Good old luck of the Irish.”

Look for Melissa’s next short story on April 28, 2011!

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Guest Blogger ~ Virna DePaul!

I’m thrilled to be here at Everything Erotic.  Today I’d like you to introduce you to an incredibly erotic hero—not only is Jake Rios an alpha cop (love those!) but he’s also a vampire who has finally met his one true mate.  As I’m sure you can guess, he’s not about to let anyone or anything—and that includes extremist vampires or even her own fears—keep them apart.  

I hope you enjoy the blurb and excerpt from A Vampire’s Salavation below.  If you’d like to comment, I’ll be giving away a basket of goodies, including chocolate, my e-book, This Magic Moment, and a mug from my first Para-Ops novel, Chosen By Blood, which releases on May 3, 2011, by Berkley Books.  (The hero in that story is another sexy vampire!)

Blurb:

Jacob La Costa Rios is the head of the California governor’s security team; he’s also a vampire who wants the governor, a presidential hopeful, to support the peaceful integration of vampires into human society. Unfortunately, there are others who oppose Jake’s plan. Plus, Jake’s a little distracted by discovering his one true mate, the human female who can give him everything he’s always wanted: love, children, and continuing immortality.

Francesca Marie Stewart is the governor’s “go-green” political consultant. Although she’s been attracted to Jake from day one, her priority is her career and protecting her heart. But then Jake blatantly propositions her and Frankie, who hasn’t experienced sexual intimacy since she was seventeen-years-old, decides it’s time to take what she wants—within reason.

No matter—once Jake makes love to Frankie, he knows reason will be the farthest thing from her mind. Then he just has to eliminate the person threatening her, reveal the fact he’s a vampire, and convince her that trusting him will bring both of them eternal happiness.

Excerpt:

There’s a new vamp in town…

Tucking Frankie closer with one arm, Jake shifted and pushed her front door shut. He engaged the lock with an audible click, never once looking away from her.

She jerked in surprise. She hadn’t even noticed it was still open. Hadn’t given a thought to the fact that once again, anyone could have seen them… Heard them… Her breath hitched and her heartbeat accelerated as she pictured what they musthave looked like, him eating at her mouth and her practically begging him for more. If they’d started stripping each other’s clothes off like she’d wanted to, someone would have gotten quite an eyeful.

For a moment, she closed her eyes and pictured it—the two of them kneeling onthe couch, their bodies gliding against one another as their hands rubbed and squeezed and probed. She’d be pinned helplessly beneath him as he fed her his cock, forcing her to accept every inch, urging her to come despite the fact another person looked on, seeing every flicker of pleasure crossing her face…

The wetness of her arousal intensified. Gasping, she opened her eyes, forcing the fantasy away. She was with Jake. Here. Now. That was the biggest fantasy come true, and it wasn’t going to last long. She needed to relish him while she could.

Jake looked at her with a considering eye. “Go somewhere?” he asked mildly.

She shook her had. “Just bracing myself.”

He quirked a brow. “Dread?” he teased.

She marveled that the serious, all-about-business man she’d worked with for six

months suddenly had no qualms about showing his lighter side.

She snorted. “Relief. I’ve been wanting you for so long, I was beginning to wonder if this would ever happen.”

Expression darkening, he hiked her higher in his arms. “Oh, it’s happening, all right.”

“You know what they say. All talk…”

He swooped in, once more covering her mouth with his and effectively stifling her taunt as he walked toward her bedroom with unerring accuracy. Three seconds later, he’d lowered her onto her full-size mattress and pulled back, hands on his hips. “Small,” he commented, eyeing the neatly made bed.

Shifting toward him, she cupped his dick through his pants. “Big,” she said, her tone almost reverent.

He clenched his teeth and ripped off his suit jacket. Then his tie. Then his shirt.

Not once did she break contact with the treasure she touched. Bare-chested, he once again put his hands on his hips, braced his feet apart, threw back his head, and closed his eyes. Scrambling to her knees, she took his cue and tugged his belt loose, then fumbled with the button and zipper of his trousers. The material parted to reveal black briefs tented with an imposing length of eager male flesh.

“Huge,” she amended, unable to keep a hint of trepidation from her voice. Nonetheless, she gamely dipped her hand into his briefs and found him, bare skin to bare skin. He was blazing hot, the tip of him slightly damp, velvet covering steel. With a firm grip, she began a slow milking motion.

He hissed. Groaned. Opened his eyes to look at her with heavy-lidded eyes. “Just the right size,” he gritted out. “Exactly what you need.”

She nearly whimpered at the assurance in his voice. Although she didn’t want to look away from his face, her gaze was drawn inexorably to the treat she held. Wanting a better look, she used her free had to tug his pants and briefs down, pulling until they caught on his upper thighs. His cock was thick and long, spearing out from a soft-looking thatch of dark hair like a commanding warrior, eager to ride to battle.

“I don’t know…” she whispered, unsure for a moment what she meant. Would he truly be able to fit inside her without hurting her? It had been so long, and the last time she’d had sex it hadn’t been pleasant. What if her first taste of real sexual intimacy made her long for more? Who would give it to her once Jake had moved on? Perhaps she was rushing things. Maybe they should go out after all…

She moaned when she felt him nip at her ear then lave the small sting. “I’m going to make you feel so good, Frankie. I promise. Trust me. Give yourself to me.” Trembling, she tilted her head to the side, giving him better access so that he kissed his way down the column of her throat. To her shock, he captured the curve of her neck between his teeth and held her, much like a stallion would when mounting a mare.

Her hand drifted away from him, but he quickly grasped her wrist and led her back. Wrapping his fingers around hers, he squeezed with almost brutal pressure, guiding her into a rhythm he liked. And still he bit her, the dominant act ridding her of her momentary hesitation.

She moved slightly, restlessly, wanting him to suck or bite her harder. Instead, he pinched both her nipples and tugged. Tingles of heat arrowed into her pussy then spread outward to concentrate in her clitoris. She mewled and shifted her hips closer to his, seeking ease.

Lowering his hand, he cupped her. A surge of pleasure blasted through her, making her buck. Together, they groaned and she realized ease wasn’t something she’d find with him.

His every touch cranked her arousal higher and higher, making her want more.

“Please,” she gasped.

Finally, he released her neck and lifted his head. With one hand, he pulled at her nipple again. With the other, he rubbed at the pearl hidden underneath her dress, teasing it with firm, then barely-there strokes.

“Say it, Francesca. Tell me you want me. Inside you.”

“I want you inside me,” she said dutifully.

“Say ‘fuck me.’”

Automatically, she shook her head. She didn’t use words like that, not out loud. She had to remember who she was. Who he was. A co-worker. A strong, dominant male. One she’d allow herself to enjoy for a time but never rely on. She needed to keep some measure of control.

“Say it,” he commanded, his voice hardening even as his fingers slowed, implicitly threatening to stop altogether.

“F—fuck me,” she cried in panic.

“Say ‘Come inside my body. Pleasure me. Love me.’”

This time, she was the one who tried to pull away. Anger threatened to overshadow her desire. What kind of game was he playing?

He gripped her chin and forced her to look into his eye. “Say it, Francesca. Please. I want to hear you say the words—I need to hear you say them—and then I promise, I’ll give you everything you want. Everything you need.”

“I told you,” she forced out. “This isn’t about love. It’s about sex. If you want more—”

“I heard what you said. And this isn’t just about sex. This is about amazing sex. About me making you come so hard, so many times, you’re going to think you’re dying from the pleasure. Now just say the words, Frankie. Give them to me. Now.”

His voice was like a warm slide of honey. An erotic temptation soaking into her skin. Into her very soul. Her pussy throbbed and so did the area at her throat where he’d gripped her with his teeth. She wanted to feel him in both places again. At the same time. To experience the intrusion of his cock inside her while his teeth locked on her throat, maybe even pierced her skin…

For a brief moment, the thought seemed odd to her, but she pushed it away.

Say the words, Frankie, she urged herself. They’re just words. Say them and take

what he’s offering.

Rising on her tiptoes, she cupped the back of his neck and pulled him down so she could whisper into her ear. “Come inside my body,” she said, then flicked his lobe with her tongue.

He groaned.

“Pleasure me.” She nipped at his lobe, gasping when he yanked her tighter against his body and ground his erection into her stomach. “L—Love me.”

Love me forever, she thought.

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Bio:

Virna DePaul is a former criminal prosecutor whose debut mass market paranormal romantic suspense novel, Chosen By Blood (Book 1 in the Para-Ops series), comes out May 3, 2011 by Berkley Books but is available for pre-order now!  In addition, Virna writes contemporary romantic suspense for Silhouette Romantic Suspense and HQN.

Virna also writes erotic romance, including her popular “Red-Hot Cops” series, under the name Ava Meyers. You can find Virna's books in bookstores and on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and other ebook retailers. Visit her at http://www.virndepaul.com.

Guest Kay Dee Royal with Big Girls Don't Cry Wolf

Content Advisory: Sensual sex scene.

The Everything Erotic team welcomes guest author, Kay Dee Royal and a steamy excerpt from her book, Big Girls Don’t Cry Wolf.

Book Description:

After the tragic loss of her twin sister, Brea works hard to prove herself worthy of her adoptive parent’s extra attention. She focuses on the success of the rustic resort her parents deeded to her.

Priorities change when sexy twin wolves in human form walk into Brea’s life. A dangerous rogue abducts her, but whom, if anyone comes to her rescue?

Excerpt:

Brea jumped in the passenger side. Grey got behind the wheel. He reached across the seat and slid Brea closer to him. She sniffed the air. It held Grey’s scent, musky fresh forest soil, minty pine, with a bit of spicy clove tossed in. Her breath caught as she detected the hot moisture gathering between her thighs.

“I scent your arousal, woman.”

“And what does arousal smell like?”

Grey flung his arm over Brea’s shoulder.

“Heady, like cherry blossoms on a spring day, with the sweetest apple musk, and it compels me to want to eat you, like the big bad wolf that I am.”

Brea shivered in response.

“I felt that, which tells me you look forward to it.” Grey’s hand slid down to Brea’s breast. He cupped it, the pad of his thumb tweaking her already hardened nipple. A burst of heat erupted at the point of pressure from Grey’s thumb and streamed down to settle at her center, leaving her panting. Her back arched and her legs parted.

“And may I add that I have a deep abiding love of apples. I peel off their outer layer. Then I lick, suck, and nibble their succulent flesh, but most especially I love devouring their core.”

A moan lifted from Brea’s parted lips. Grey pinched her nipple, and then he grazed his forefinger across her lower lip. She sucked it into her mouth, laving it with her tongue, imagining Grey’s cock in its place. Grey groaned. Brea slowly pulled Grey’s finger out from between her lips.

“Pay attention to the road, we need to get to my cottage. Don’t you think?”

Grey picked up speed. They were parked at Brea’s cottage within minutes. Grey carried her inside.

“Where’s your bed?”

“I wish to shower first.”

“Okay, where’s that?”

Brea pointed the direction. She nuzzled up to Grey’s neck, licking and nipping.

“You’re not going to get a shower if you don’t stop doing things that make me want to ravage you.”

Grey stumbled, regained his balance, and then stopped short of the bathroom. Brea looked up at him staring at her books. Shelves of books took up a fair amount of wall space. He carried her closer, so her body squished between his and the books.

“My God, woman, look at all these books about wolves. You got a thing for wolves alright.”

“I told you about my deep appreciation of wolves. Some of these books go back to my childhood.”

Brea licked Grey’s nipple to refocus his attention. His body trembled and his heart raced against her palm. Funny how her body responded so sensually to his, like she was out of control, and yet when he responded to her in an out of control way, it empowered her. She could get used to playing passionate wanton or sexy vamp with Grey. Both of which she’d never thought of acting out with anyone else.

He set her down on the tile floor of her bathroom. Brea turned the shower on and pulled a couple towels from a small vanity beneath the sink. Grey tugged the T-shirt he’d loaned Brea over her head. He stopped when it encompassed her head with her arms extended above her. No bra, it still lay inside the tent, in shreds. She felt his hot breath on her right nipple, until her nipple tightened. Her back naturally arched. Grey’s breath scorched her left nipple into a knot. She swore her body absorbed his moist breath and discarded it inside her little black thong.

“Stop teasing,” Brea spoke through the T-shirt. She gasped. Grey sucked her right nipple into his mouth, only it felt like her entire breast because he’d cupped both hands around it, gently squeezing and massaging. She leaned back against the vanity, her legs refusing to hold her upright. Grey moved to the left breast giving it the same stimulating treatment. Brea wanted to scream, her sensitive nipples wanted to scream.

One of Grey’s hands moved down to cup between her thighs. Her breath stopped for a heartbeat and then slid out on a breathy moan.

“I need to shower,” she croaked. Her T-shirt flew off freeing her arms. Grey dropped it to the floor. He moved to her snap and zipper, pulling her jeans down her legs. His breath sucked in. She saw him staring at her black lacy thong. He yanked his shirt off, while Brea released his imprisoned erection. Grey kicked off his jeans and she slid off her thong.

“You don’t wear underwear,” she said, the words not a question.

“Never, although around you it might save my cock from zipper burn.”

Brea laughed, until Grey’s eyes locked onto hers. Then every part of her body tingled with sensitivity, like he was touching every inch of her.

“Oh my God, Grey,” she whispered. His arms swallowed her and his tongue probed through her parted lips. She welcomed his invasion, sucking his tongue deeper inside. He growled, his chest rumbled against her pearled nipples. Grey maneuvered their bodies into the shower, the warm water inviting.

He grabbed the apple scented body wash off a ledge. Liquid soap shot over Brea’s nipples and triangle of curls. Grey turned her. She felt the liquid shoot across her back, her buttocks and down her thighs. He dropped the bottle on the floor. Then his hands swirled over her back, kneading her muscles. He swept down her legs and then back up. His palms rubbed her buttocks. Her body stiffened when his fingertips slipped into the crack between.

Grey spun her around, slowly soaping her breasts, under her arms, down her sides, over her hips, until his fingers grazed over her mound. There he stopped with one hand cupping her nether region and the other settled in the crack of her buttocks.

Brea had closed her eyes, but opened them now. She looked at the hard muscles of his chest, down to the flat plains of his belly, and then to his arousal pointing at her. He remained still, although his body trembled.

“My turn,” she whispered. She bent over to get the bottle from the shower floor. Grey didn’t make it easy for her with his hands planted in her crevices and water raining over every sensitive inch of her nakedness. Her face collided with his cock. She hesitated long enough to kiss the tip. Grey responded by letting her go and thrusting his hips toward her mouth.

She kneeled in front of him and gave him what he wanted. Her mouth closed around him and her fingers circled his base.

“God, Brea. I can’t hold back.” Grey leaned his upper back against the shower arching his hips. Brea massaged his shaft with her tongue in time with her fingers. His erection lengthened and thickened inside her mouth. She tasted his salty pre-come.

Grey growled, deep and throaty. Its sound ricocheted against the walls of the shower. He thrust his hips hard and fast. His body stiffened. Brea gently squeezed his tight testicles. Grey roared as his cock convulsed against her tongue, spilling its hot liquid.

Brea suckled, milking him dry. She loved the taste of him, was hungry for him again when he pulled himself from between her lips.

“The water’s cold, you go dry yourself. I’ll be out in a minute.”

Grey lifted Brea from the floor giving her a little push out of the shower. She dried fast, standing wrapped in a towel when Grey emerged. His sculpted body glistened with moisture, looking yummy enough to drink. She noticed his arousal remained prominent and still pointed at her. The taste of him lingered, leaving her center creamy and ready.

“Like what you see?”

Brea looked up. Grey had a shit-eating grin on his face that warmed Brea’s face.

“Maybe.”

She turned to walk out. Grey charged after her, snapping off the towel she had around her body. He chased her into the bedroom where she turned on him.

“What? Do you like what you see?”

“You little minx. You dare tease me with your naked wanton body?”

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Copyright 2011 Kay Dee Royal

Thanks so much for being a guest on Everything Erotic today, Kay Dee! For readers interested in checking her work out, you can find  it on Amazon, as well as at her publisher’s website.

Kay Dee Royal writes paranormal and fantasy romance—maybe because it's also her favorite genre to read! She pens tales with wild, rugged heroes and strong, intelligent heroines. She'll give them both a few shadowy secrets, making her stories intriguing and fun. She resides in Southern Michigan with her family. You can reach her at her blog and find the latest on her titles from her publisher, MuseItHot.