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Today we have an excerpt from Songs of Red Currant Wine, Colors of Love #6!
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“Lethal but good,” he parried, picking up a handful of oyster crackers. “Open wide.”
“That’s what he said,” I replied as I turned on the sofa and opened wide. The first cracker bounced off my forehead, the second hit me in the eye. “Oh Christ, now I have salt in my eye and a fire in my gut.”
“Sorry,” he snickered, trying one more time to hit my open mouth. “Shit. I suck. This is why I was never picked for the basketball team.”
“Don’t take up darts,” I commented as a barrage of tiny round crackers rained down on me.
Out of thirty or so crackers, four made it into my mouth. I picked up a dozen, blew the fuzz off, and indicated with a fake throw that I wanted to try my luck. Tigh gave me a wink and opened his mouth. I threw the crackers at him then leaned in for a kiss. He opened wider and I licked in, lapping up the lingering snap of chili powder and spicy chiles.
“You’re zesty,” I mouthed into his neck a moment later.
He pulled at the hem of my shirt, yanking it over my head, then grabbed the back of my neck to pull me down for another long kiss. Our tongues tangled as we began rubbing against each other, erections bumping, breathes shortening with each slow grind.
“I want to do this right,” he panted. “Let’s go to bed.”
Bed sounded amazing. A tremor of lust and apprehension raced through me. I’d never lain in a bed with a man…
“Yes, bed, please,” I whispered breathlessly, my cock throbbing along with my racing pulse.
We hurried to the first door on the left, stumbling into the master bedroom. My eyes skipped around the room, touching on boxes filled with clothes. The room was messy and dated, just like the rest of the house.
“Packing up Mike’s stuff for the Goodwill,” he explained, taking my hand to lead me around a pile of old shoes in the middle of the floor. “I should have cleaned in here but I never imagined you’d want to take things this far.”
I pulled his belt free from the loops, mad with want. “I’ve dreamed of this moment all of my adult life. I want to takes things as far as we can go.”
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Susanne Matthews says
Well done. The oyster cracker toss made me laugh out loud.
Jean C. Joachim says
Steamy! Great evocative language conveyed his urgency and lust. I could feel it. And the oyster cracker toss was a great way to get into the scene. Now I want to know more! Something almost sweet about being in on his first time. Great job.
Flossie Benton Rogers says
Sweet and sultry. Love this– “salt in my eye and a fire in my gut.”
Sexy! Lobe it.
Muy Caliente!! I love the playful flirting with the crackers. And I love how that led to something more. Great job!!