Writing steamy love scenes doesn't come easy for me, and I envy those who can. Searchers, published by Whiskey Creek Press, is my debut and swan song erotica. I'm pretty sure you either need a lot of experience in the field or a great imagination, and sadly, I'm lacking in both areas. Each fictional book I write contains a little truth, and Searchers is no different. I find it funny that some doubt the most "realistic" parts of the novel or dislike a character for being who they truly are.
I hope you'll read Searchers and decide for yourself what's real and what's not. I'm glad walls can't really talk.
Mutual oral sex was something she’d never experienced with her husband, so she welcomed the opportunity to engage in something new and exciting with Joey. He bent and continued tonguing her throbbing nub while his penis, swaying with his movements, brushed gently against her mouth, daring her, tempting her. At first she licked at its silken head, but soon parted her lips and sucked him fully into her mouth. His moan pulsated against her vulva. She slathered his organ with scintillating licks and kisses, and after repeatedly pulling the length of him deep into her mouth, a warm liquid slid down her throat, thick, salty, and stimulating. Her knees fell wide apart while he vacuumed every ounce of strength from her body.
~Pepper St Claire
Excerpt: Warning - If you can't handle steam, you may want to pass on this. *lol*
Joey stopped his car in front of her house. She vaguely recalled leaving the lounge and driving home. All of this seemed like a dream to her; a stupor induced dream she didn’t want to see end.
“Would you like to come in?” For a fleeting moment, she worried about her husband coming home early, but he’d never done that in all the years they’d been married. The alcohol dulled her fears.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m very sure.” Taking his hand, she led him across the threshold. Once inside, she fell into his arms and peered up at him. “Kiss me, Joey. I want you to make love to me.”
Her sober mind awoke momentarily. Had she lost all common sense? Bringing him to her own home was totally crazy and she knew it. But, she wanted him in the worst way. She turned a deaf ear to her conscience and summoned back the intoxicated Katie, the Katie who wanted to make love with someone who was almost a stranger, the Katie who was living her dream. She’d had the appetizer and now she wanted the main course.
Joey slanted away from her. “Here? Is it safe?” His brow creased.
Did she even care? “Yes, my husband won’t be home for hours.” She ran a lazy tongue over her bottom lip, though quivering with the fear of rejection. “Don’t you want me?”
His eyes told her he did. With nimble fingers, he unzipped her dress and allowed it to drop to the floor. She stepped from the delicate heap and led him to the bedroom. As he stood before her, she began unbuttoning his shirt, running her hands across his erect nipples and splaying her fingers in the mat of black hair on his muscular chest. Following the curly trail downward, she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his Levis and allowed her hand to dip into his underwear. Freed from the confines of his boxers, his erection blossomed before her eyes. She cupped her hand around its girth. “Is this for me?” Her brazenness surprised even her.
He chuckled. “Every bit of it.”
When he stepped back to shed his clothing, she turned on the stereo. It was already set to a soft rock station, and the song playing at the moment intensified her desire to engage in hot, steamy sex.
Joey crept up behind her and unfastened her bra. He cast it aside, and then slid her panties down to the floor. She stepped out of them and turned to face him. Numbed by months of Rick’s mistreatment, she pushed aside feelings of guilt or remorse. “Take me now,” she instructed before her courage faded. Together, they collapsed in a naked heap on the bed, the very bed she shared with her husband.
The old Katie might have cared about hurt feelings and betrayal, but the new Katie saw Joey’s attention and desire as a dream come true. She wanted him, and more importantly, he wanted her. Her hands couldn’t stop touching, her lips tasting him. As he captured her nipple in his mouth, her back arched in ecstasy. “Oh yes, Joey. Oh yes!”
He responded to her plea by trailing his lips down her body. He paused for a moment to lap at her navel, and then plunged his head between her thighs. His flicking tongue sought her passion’s core. She draped her legs over his shoulders and raised her hips in invitation to probe more deeply. Her breathing turned into panting, and the room began to spin. Never before had she felt such heat.
Joey wiggled free from the grasp of her legs, swiveled around and straddled her. “Turn about is fair play,” he said. “Let’s enjoy a little sixty-nine.”
Joey stopped his car in front of her house. She vaguely recalled leaving the lounge and driving home. All of this seemed like a dream to her; a stupor induced dream she didn’t want to see end.
“Would you like to come in?” For a fleeting moment, she worried about her husband coming home early, but he’d never done that in all the years they’d been married. The alcohol dulled her fears.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m very sure.” Taking his hand, she led him across the threshold. Once inside, she fell into his arms and peered up at him. “Kiss me, Joey. I want you to make love to me.”
Her sober mind awoke momentarily. Had she lost all common sense? Bringing him to her own home was totally crazy and she knew it. But, she wanted him in the worst way. She turned a deaf ear to her conscience and summoned back the intoxicated Katie, the Katie who wanted to make love with someone who was almost a stranger, the Katie who was living her dream. She’d had the appetizer and now she wanted the main course.
Joey slanted away from her. “Here? Is it safe?” His brow creased.
Did she even care? “Yes, my husband won’t be home for hours.” She ran a lazy tongue over her bottom lip, though quivering with the fear of rejection. “Don’t you want me?”
His eyes told her he did. With nimble fingers, he unzipped her dress and allowed it to drop to the floor. She stepped from the delicate heap and led him to the bedroom. As he stood before her, she began unbuttoning his shirt, running her hands across his erect nipples and splaying her fingers in the mat of black hair on his muscular chest. Following the curly trail downward, she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his Levis and allowed her hand to dip into his underwear. Freed from the confines of his boxers, his erection blossomed before her eyes. She cupped her hand around its girth. “Is this for me?” Her brazenness surprised even her.
He chuckled. “Every bit of it.”
When he stepped back to shed his clothing, she turned on the stereo. It was already set to a soft rock station, and the song playing at the moment intensified her desire to engage in hot, steamy sex.
Joey crept up behind her and unfastened her bra. He cast it aside, and then slid her panties down to the floor. She stepped out of them and turned to face him. Numbed by months of Rick’s mistreatment, she pushed aside feelings of guilt or remorse. “Take me now,” she instructed before her courage faded. Together, they collapsed in a naked heap on the bed, the very bed she shared with her husband.
The old Katie might have cared about hurt feelings and betrayal, but the new Katie saw Joey’s attention and desire as a dream come true. She wanted him, and more importantly, he wanted her. Her hands couldn’t stop touching, her lips tasting him. As he captured her nipple in his mouth, her back arched in ecstasy. “Oh yes, Joey. Oh yes!”
He responded to her plea by trailing his lips down her body. He paused for a moment to lap at her navel, and then plunged his head between her thighs. His flicking tongue sought her passion’s core. She draped her legs over his shoulders and raised her hips in invitation to probe more deeply. Her breathing turned into panting, and the room began to spin. Never before had she felt such heat.
Joey wiggled free from the grasp of her legs, swiveled around and straddled her. “Turn about is fair play,” he said. “Let’s enjoy a little sixty-nine.”
Mutual oral sex was something she’d never experienced with her husband, so she welcomed the opportunity to engage in something new and exciting with Joey. He bent and continued tonguing her throbbing nub while his penis, swaying with his movements, brushed gently against her mouth, daring her, tempting her. At first she licked at its silken head, but soon parted her lips and sucked him fully into her mouth. His moan pulsated against her vulva. She slathered his organ with scintillating licks and kisses, and after repeatedly pulling the length of him deep into her mouth, a warm liquid slid down her throat, thick, salty, and stimulating. Her knees fell wide apart while he vacuumed every ounce of strength from her body.
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