“Sail With Me Excerpt” (or Foreplay in 900 words)

Cover Design by Damonza (www.damonza.com)
Cover Design by Damonza (www.damonza.com)

Anticipation bubbled in her, like the champagne in the glass, as they drove. It didn’t help that Jonathan sat close enough for her to feel the pressure of his leg against hers. She wanted him to kiss her badly but he was busily telling her a funny story about his niece, nephew and his Beagle, Ollie. She made fists with her hands at her side in a sad attempt to stop herself from reaching out and touching him.

 

Stop being scared, her mind urged. Emmy wasn’t used to making advances. Not once had she felt comfortable enough during her relationship with Tim to initiate sex. She swallowed the rest of the champagne in a gulp and put the flute down. She was done being scared and she was done being timid. So far going after what she wanted had only brought good things and right then she couldn’t think of anything but good things coming from Jonathan’s lips on hers.

She kissed him mid-sentence with her hand fastening onto the back of his neck as she pulled him closer to her. He stiffened at first, caught off guard, but in less than half a second he sunk into the kiss. His mouth was soft, firm and hot against her own and he did things with his tongue in her mouth that had Emmy wondering just how well he could utilize his tongue much, much lower down her body. Her insides clenched at the image and she sighed into his mouth. When he turned his mouth to the side to deepen the kiss, Emmy pushed her body against his and he helped her by hoisting her onto his lap. His erection, pressed tightly against her, sent her hormones flying to heights she didn’t even know existed. She wanted him and she wanted him right there, right then in the back of the limo and she didn’t care if the push of one button would give them away to the driver. Her nipples hardened into bullets and brushed against his chest. Without thinking about it Emmy ground against his erection wanting to get him as close as possible but knowing that only him buried to the hilt inside her would satisfy the raging lust threatening to take over her body.

He pulled away from the kiss breathing as heavily as she did, his eyes dark. With his hands still wrapped around her waist, Jonathan eased her off him. Her body shook at the loss of physical contact.

“If that carried on any longer I wouldn’t have been able to stop,” he said. His husky voice washed over her and she closed her eyes against its onslaught. How could he even have such an effect without touching her?

“I didn’t want you to stop.”

He smiled at her then, a wolfish grin chocked filled with mischief, “It drives me crazy knowing that but I wanted to stop. Your first lesson won’t be in the back of a limo.”

He leaned down and nibbled on her neck and earlobes. She arched into him.

“Well that’s an ineffective way to try to put a stop to this,” she murmured struggling to get closer.

“I want you spread out on a bed with a lot more than three hours in front of me so that I can pleasure you until you beg me to stop,” he whispered against her ear.

His dig at Tim would’ve earned a giggle if she could see past the haze of want.

“I won’t beg you to stop,” she challenged. Not ever. Not when he made her feel so good.

Jonathan snaked his hand under the hem of her dress, deftly moved her panties to the side and slid a finger into her already slick warmth. She shivered against him. While one finger pumped into her he made firm circles against her clit with his thumb, his tongue circling her neck.

“Challenge accepted,” he whispered in that same husky, breathy voice. And then, Emmy came so hard and so fast she couldn’t help but cry out. His mouth found hers as he continued working her with his finger. The circles were a bit lighter but his finger went deeper and faster. Her body felt like it would implode from the effects of the orgasm and his finger still in her. She swore that if he didn’t stop she’d go crazy but stopping was the last thing she wanted him to do.

“I won’t ask you to stop,” she managed to force out through rapid breaths when he broke the kiss.

“That’s good,” he said. “Because I’m not going to.”

And he didn’t. Not until another two orgasms ripped through her body and Emmy wondered how she could possibly keep up with sex with him.

“We might have a problem,” Jonathan was saying as he resettled into his chair and poured another flute of champagne.

Panic rushed to her immediately. Was he already realizing that she was no good at this? He must have seen the panic on her face because he brushed her cheek with his thumb and kissed her softly.

“Your ex really did a number on you didn’t he?” he asked.

She started to deny it but stopped and nodded. It made no sense trying to save face when the truth had flashed all over her face.

“The trouble is that we’re supposed to enjoy these beautiful islands,” he said slowly as if picking his words with care, “but I get the feeling that all I’m going to want to do is keep you in bed.”

Relief flooded her and she leaned in for a kiss, “That doesn’t sound like a problem from where I’m sitting.”

© Rilzy Adams, 2015

Got you hot? Buy Sail With Me to find out more about Emmy and Jonathan’s love story!

Advertisements

Share Your Thoughts!!!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s