About a month ago or so I was talking to my friend April about the romance novel I am currently writing, this led to the topic of writing erotic fiction. I never really had given it a lot of thought, I’ve written a couple pieces, but nothing extreme or that I felt worth sharing, well the more I talked to her the more I found myself wanting to write it, seeing it as a challenge. I do not want to be the next E.L. James, not that there’s anything wrong with her, if you’re into that sort of thing, but I don’t want to write smut. As a writer, I prefer a little class with my sexy, so I took the challenge, and I wrote this. It’s an excerpt from the novel I am currently working on, and I thoroughly hope you all enjoy it!
I promise, I will write a kid friendly story very soon, Amanda!! 🙂
Warning: Sexual content. Please read at your own discretion.
The Black Shirt
She didn’t know what it was exactly, but there was something about a man in a black dress shirt and blue jeans that turned her on, and he knew it. So here she stood, watching him sit in his brown, leather chair, his head leaned back in relaxation, his plump, cupids bow lips slightly parted, begging to be kissed. His long, slender fingers wrapped around his glass of whiskey, oh, the thought of those fingers touching her skin were already setting her on fire. His other hand held a cigar, which he brought to his mouth and she felt her knees grow weak as she watched the smoke roll off his lips, she had never witnessed anything so erotic. He had already gotten her so hot and bothered, and he hadn’t even sensed her presence in the room, yet. She both loved and hated the affect he had on her.
As “When the Lights Go Out” by the Black Keys came out of his surround sound speakers, she allowed her eyes to take in all of him, enjoying the view he was giving her. She stared at his hair, dark and curly, perfectly ruffled to make him look perfectly imperfect. Her gaze trailed down his long neck to his broad shoulders, and that black shirt that hugged him so tightly, the top few buttons purposefully left unbuttoned, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing the muscles and veins in his forearms. She swallowed hard and slowly before making her way over to him, crossing one of her long legs over the other as she seductively swayed, feeling her confidence grow with each step, something only he could bring out of her. As she moved her gaze trailed down his long torso, to his even longer legs, his jeans fit him very well and she found herself yearning to see him from behind. Never in her life had a man’s touch made her so sex craved, hell, never in her life had a man made her so sex craved. She wasn’t sure if it was the wine she had earlier, the sight of the gorgeous man spread out in front of her, or the sound of a sexy blues guitar filling the air, but her confidence spiked to its peak. Normally, she would submit to him, she would allow him to push her to edges of ecstasy she never deemed possible, but tonight she wanted control, she wanted to let him know how much she desired him. She wanted him beneath her, writhing in pleasure, looking at her with want and love, her name falling from his lips as she took him to the edge. She walked up behind him and started massaging his shoulders.
“Rough day?” She asked as she lightly ghosted her lips across his ear.
“Mmm, better now.” He whispered his response, his eyes still closed, and a smirk plastered on his face.
“I love that sexy smirk, it makes me want to do bad things with you.”
He turned his head toward her and opened his eyes for the first time since she entered the room. He raised an eyebrow at her, but kept the smirk on his face. “Have you seen a shy, timid, yet incredibly sexy woman around here? I think she’s been replaced with this confident, powerful, yet sexy one.”
“Yes, well.” She paused, licking her lips while her gaze flickered between his eyes and his lips. She moved around the chair, trailing her fingers around the back of his neck and shoulders. She straddled his lap and got as close to his lips as she could without actually touching them before continuing, “That shy, timid, girl needed a break, so she brought me out to play. Tonight, my darling Ben, I’m going to thank you for making me feel like the sexiest woman alive, and I’m going to let you know just how badly I want you.”
He licked his lips in anticipation and with that the dam in her busted, she grabbed the lapels of his shirt and brought his mouth to hers, kissing him with so much desire and passion it made him dizzy with lust. He was used to being the dominant one, pleasing her was an honor to him, one he wouldn’t dare take for granted, but who was he to deny her of her wishes? If she wanted control tonight, he would gladly hand it over to her, he was a gentleman after all.
“I know you know how much I love you in this black shirt,” she said as she unbuttoned it. “I think you intentionally wanted to turn me on while we had lunch with your parents, knowing that I couldn’t touch you, teasing isn’t very nice, Ben.”
“I’m sorry.” He whispered.
“You’re what?” She asked as she cupped his denim clad groin and kissed his neck.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He moaned. His pleading eyes looked to hers for forgiveness.
She kissed him again, this time a little more chastely, before standing up, finishing his glass of whiskey in one swig, and turning on her heel. She looked back over her shoulder at him.
“Maybe you’ll remember that next time you decide to tease me in public. Now get dressed, Melissa and Chris are coming over for dinner.” She stopped at the doorway flashing him a devilish smile and winking her eye before exiting the room.