Once again, I’m stepping up to the plate to say hi. But instead of introducing myself like everyone else, I thought I’d let my stories do the talking.
I am a new writer, no books as yet, and I’d love to share a piece of it with you.
James’ hands ran the length of her body, the satin under his fingers whispering a lament. The blue whispered back into the darkness that the dim light wasn’t reaching.
“Don’t,” she said, her voice weak and depthless. There was no conviction in that voice – no strength. He stopped, and looked her in the eyes, before hungrily claiming her mouth, his tongue licking and tickling each edge of his captive. And she was rooted to the spot. He finally stopped claiming her lips, though they still felt swollen and tingling. Lips that wanted more and tried to drink it all in, to feel more.
“Don’t,” she repeated again, her hand coming up between them, pushing a space between them. His hands pulled at her dress, the lamenting whisper shivering up again. She sucked in a breath, and he murmured something – it was lost in his own moan of pleasure as her hand slipped across his ribs, and traced the lines through his t-shirt. His own hands came up, pulling the edge of her dress higher, one white, lace-edged confection lining the top of her leg. His breath stilled, a breath half-pulled against her neck.
“Please,” he sighed. She shook her head. Satin whispered back.
She pulled back, and sat down on the stairs behind her.
“What are we going to do?” she finally asked.
“I don’t know,” he said. “I’ll work something out,” he added.