Hello Wipsters, Wippets and Wippees, welcome to my blog, and to the WIP It Up Wednesday blog hop where erotic authors share snippets from their WIPs (works in progress) or new releases.
First, a little announcement. This is the 500th blog post I’ve made on my blog, which I think calls for some sort of celebration. A Giveaway even. As I’ll be sharing a snippet from Chameleon, my soon to be released novel set in Morocco, that’s what I’ll give away. To be in with a chance of winning a free ebook copy of Chameleon, just sign up for my newsletter, and leave a comment here.
Now for the excerpt. Ethan has just treated Fleur to her first orgasm at his hands. What comes next?
“You’re tensing up again, honey. Why is that?”
Ethan’s question took her by surprise. How did he know what she was feeling, hoping for? Not hoping for?
“I’m not. I…”
“You think I’m going to drop my pants and fuck you now, and you’re not quite sure that’s what you want. Am I right?”
“I…” Speechless, Fleur had no response to that. He was right. He was spot on. And, incredibly, it seemed to be okay.
Ethan shifted, drew himself up to lie alongside her, leaning up on one elbow. He raked her naked form with his eyes, idly brushed her right nipple with the backs of his fingers. He glanced at the hard, pebbling nub then met her eyes.
“That’s not how this is going to be. You will be sure. I’ll make you sure, then I’ll fuck you. Not now, though. Now, this, was for you. Just you. Because you needed it. That’s all.”
“All?” Fleur did not understand. She was mystified. Surely a man, any man, would want his due? Apparently not Ethan Savage. He lay beside her, pulled her into his arms and simply held her. And it no longer mattered that she was naked and he still fully dressed.
Long minutes passed before Fleur spoke again. “What must you think of me? I do not usually do this.” She paused. “I never do this.”
He chuckled, nuzzled her hair. “What I think is that you don’t do it very often. Maybe you should.”
“I cannot believe I did this. It was not planned, I never intended…”
Now Ethan laughed. “Ah, but the best plans are the ones you don’t make. You just know the next step when you see it. You saw it, and you took it. Opportunism.”
“But I hardly know you. I only met you today. I cannot believe this has happened between us.”
“Well, I admit I wouldn’t have put money on it, either, the first time I set eyes on you on that donkey. I’m glad it did, though. You know, you’re even more beautiful when you come, the way your body stiffens and your breath stops for a few moments.”
Fleur considered this. “You were obviously paying close attention. I am mortified.”
Ethan dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “I was. Always do. And no, you’re not. You’re surprised, perhaps, maybe a little embarrassed. But nowhere near mortified. Get used to it, honey. I’m nowhere near finished with you yet.”