SIZZLING FLASHES OF FICTION
EXCERPT FROM “…Missing Link” A NOVELLA AVAILABLE 2018
“Don’t patronize me, you’re not talking to a teenage boy here. I’m a grown man, I know what I feel. I know what I want. I want to be your safety, your comfort zone—the man that loves you the way you deserve to be loved.” His tone is firm.
He cut me off. “Why can’t we work with that…?”
He moves closer to me and takes my mug from my hands, placing it next to his. He cups my face in his palm.
“I promise you,” his tone softens. “I’m not like the rest.”
I’m so torn, because I want him so bad it hurts. I loved the thought of a relationship with him—but it was complicated, a fantasy, he’s just too young. I need a simple life now; complication and drama free.
He runs soft kisses down the side of my neck. I push him away half-heartedly but he knows I don’t want him to stop. He presses his warm lips into my cheek, and then my chin, and then my lips. His tongue pushing deep inside my mouth rivalling mine and quenching our overwhelming thirst for each other. The superwoman in me loses power. Brick has officially lit my fire and I have no strength left to put the fire out.
He mounts me and unbuckles his belt. Slides his jeans off revealing a thick, hard, yearning cock. He pulls his shirt over his head and all my apprehension desolves. I assist him in pulling my robe from under my body and he nuzzles his face between my breasts. He moans softly, and lifts my arms over my head, restraining them, rendering me helpless. My mouth agape, I mewl and splay my body underneath his and let him heal my lonely parts.
Suddenly I’m launched into a turbulent, unfamiliar force of sexual energy. My senses are stratosphered. I grab his shoulders and feel the heavy weight of his pulsing erection plunge inside of me—filling me. I gasped, and draw my legs up against either side of his hips. Each rhythmic thrust comes desperate, consuming, demanding. My hips circle with arousal and I call out his name.
In less than fifteen minutes, Brick found his way inside my orbit, heaving and groaning and…loving me—
My thighs clench and release against his forceful bucking, he’s cumming and I scream in response to our glorious, unified, gushing climax.
He won. He got to me. The crazy truth was—I didn’t mind, I never wanted to get got so bad.