I should run the vacuum in my house, but instead I am going to take the kids to the Springs in Wakulla. I'm going to work on my synopsis while they play.
Have I lost my touch for a hot scene? You tell me. Here's a snip (unedited) of my wip that was requested at Nationals:
When he stepped away, Brooke loathed to give up contact. He took her hand and led her upstairs. In the bedroom, Daniel backed her to the bed and they fell on the soft comforter laughing.
“Thank you,” she said, touching his face.
“For what?”
She sobered slightly. “For being here for me. Making me laugh.”
“I’m not all business all the time, you know.”
“It’s nice to see this side of you.”
He pressed her into the bed as he lay atop of her and kissed her. She splayed her hungry hands over his shoulders and back.
He moved downward to her breasts once again and slowly laved one tip with his tongue and then the other.
The ache built within her, a painful need to be filled.
“Daniel,” she panted. “Get a condom. I need...I need you inside me.”
He sucked her right nipple into his mouth then released it with a pop. “Soon. I want to taste you more.”
She whimpered in disappointment and he chuckled. “Patience, sweetheart. We have all night.”
She relaxed back on the comforter and closed her eyes, surrendering to his touch. He glided one hand down over her hip and thigh to her knee. She bent her leg and he caressed her calf before feeling his way back up her leg. When his fingertips brushed the apex of her thighs, she gasped and arched her back against him.
“You’re hot. So hot.”
At this point she thought she’d spontaneously combust as he slid his fingers through her folds. She clenched her hands over his back and he sucked harder on her nipple. He slid a finger inside of her and she bucked against his hand. She raised her head from the bed and held his head. “Now you’re killing me,” she whispered to him.
When he brushed his thumb against her nub, she cried aloud. She clutched the comforter beneath her and fought the urge to come too fast.
“No,” he said huskily. “Don’t fight it.” He kissed his way down her abdomen and she was completely lost. His warm breath caressed her mound and she held the comforter tighter, stiffening her body in readiness. “I want to hear you come. Relax, honey.” His voice soothed her and his touch eased her to relax, opening her thighs wider for him to continue touching her.
Then he pressed his mouth to her nub and she felt the beginnings of her climax roll through her body. She surrendered her body to his skilled touch, and when he rose from her to position himself above her, she recovered just enough to help him sheath himself with a condom.
He groaned as he entered her and she pulled up her knees and urged him in further by encircling his waist with her legs.
He moved within her, and each push and retreat sent her closer to another climax. His tempo quickened and she flexed her hips to meet his thrusts.
She opened her eyes and was met by his stark blue ones gazing down at her as he thrust into her. The intense heat touched her, deeper than she’d like to admit.
She shut her eyes, surrendering to the sensation of him filling the emptiness within her. She ground her pelvis upwards, needing him closer, wanting him to find his release within her.
He crushed his mouth upon hers, lips grinding, tongues stroking. She held his head with one hand, needing more of the taste of him as his movements became more frantic. With the pulsation of his release, she surrendered all conscious thoughts to the rhythm of her climax.
