Day 8 was a spectacular night of writing for me. I say night because I only get writing done after my toddler is sent to bed. So, for about 3 hours from 9pm-midnight, I sit at my desk and get as much writing done as I can.
Throughout the three hours I had sooo many questions! How slow is a slow burn romance? Do you (meaning the readers) enjoy long sex scenes that descriptive or shorter scenes that are quick and to the point? I wrote my first sex scene and let Liam describe everything that he wanted to.
Here is an excerpt of that scene below:
“Have I told you how gorgeous you look tonight?” I say.
I barely see her pause before she finishes pouring herself a glass of white wine, but I saw that pause nevertheless. “As a matter of fact you did, but you are more than welcome to continue telling me how ‘gorgeous’ I am,” she’s smirking when she turns around, setting a crystal tumbler in front of me.
“It would be my pleasure to remind you how beautiful you are…everyday,” I say.
“You are just the sweetest.”
I raise an eyebrow, “I guess I’ll have to work on that. Sweet,” I humph, “never been called that before. I’ve been called egotistic, rough, mandhandling, good in bed…”
She throws her head back and lets out the most twinkling laughter I have ever heard. That is what drew me to her. There is so much darkness in my life that I was drawn immediately to that laughter, because it illuminated my soul and stirred something within me. I still have yet to put a finger on it.
“What’s so funny? I’m slightly offended that you’re laughing at me.”
“Oh, I’m only laughing with you, not at you, but then again I wouldn’t know anything about manhandling or being good in bed.” She winks at me and I know she’s full on flirting now. Two can play at that game.
“Don’t you worry, hun. I’ll prove myself.”
“You will, will you?” She replies, leaning a hip against the counter as she stands and sips from her stemless wine glass. She’s watching me intently, her eyes slightly narrowed, giving her a feline look.
“Oh, I intend to.” I tip back my tumbler and let the burn of the whiskey slide down my throat. I set it on the granite countertop and slowly stand. I straighten my suit jacket and then lift my eyes until they meet hers. I slowly stalk around the counter until I’m standing next to her. She still has her hip pressed against the counter and I can see her breath catch as her eyes follow me.
I’m standing extremely close to her, only a hairs breath between us. I slowly raise my hand and trail it up her side and marvel at the feel of her curves beneath my hand. I lean in, her side pressed to my chest, and enhale her scent before planting a soft kiss on her neck. When she turns in my arms I press her back against the counter, my hands resting on her hips as I capture her lips with mine.
When our lips meet I’m practically shocked senseless from the friction. Never have I felt such chemistry with a woman before. It’s foriegn. It’s new, and it’s something I’m trying not to think about in this moment.
She parts her lips and I don’t hesitate to slide my tongue inside and explore her mouth. She glides her hands up my arms to rest on my shoulders and presses herself against me. When she moans into my mouth I about come undone. I lift her up by her ass and sit her on the counter. She autmatically wraps her legs around my waist locking me to her. I don’t mind. Not one bit. It’s almost as if standing right here between her legs is where I was always meant to be.
I break our kiss. “Is this alright?”
She nods her head, “Yes, damn it,” she says breathlessly, pulling my face down to hers and kissing me. She’s feroucious. A tigress. A goddess. She’s a wild creature of the forest just begging to be tamed. I can feel her energy, smell her arousal, and can see how turned on she is just by our kissing. A low growl escapes me as my fingers start to wander. I inch her dress up, my palms flat against her thighs.
My mind completely shuts down when she opens her legs for me and I see bright red lacy underwear. I gulp. There’s a black bow. I want to rip them off her and devour her, but I contain my animalistic emotions and instead slide a hand between her thighs and rub a thumb along her center. I can already feel how wet she is through the lace. She’s warm and inviting and I just want to bury myself deep inside her.
“Where’s the bedroom?” I bite out, lifting her and carrying her when she points to a hallway that I hadn’t noticed before.
“The door at the end of the hall.” She’s planting kissing along my neck and nibbling my shoulder. It takes everything in me to not fuck her up against the wall.
I turn the nob of the door and dont bother to take in my surroundings. I kneel on the bed gently laying her down as I crawl over her. Our lips meet again. This time she gains confidence and slides her hands under my shirt, splaying her fingers across my back. I bury my head into her neck and start pressing kisses against her skin. She arches against me and I’m a goner.
I lift her dress up to her waist and pull her underwear down over her thighs, down her legs over her heels, letting them drop to the floor. I kneel in front of her and spread her legs open, leaving my hands on her knees. “Are you ready for this?” I ask, huskily.
She nods her head once those pale green eyes boring into mine. I lower my face to the apex of her thighs watching her as my tongue slides along her slit. She closes her eyes and drops her head back against the pillows. This woman is a vision.
I insert two fingers into her opening and flick my tongue against her clit. Her taste is exquisite, like the first drops of water on a tongue that’s been parched for days. The noises that come out of Florence’s mouth shoot right to my groin.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Florence,” I growl out, “A god damn vision.” I crawl up to her again and kiss her swollen lips while lifting her dress the rest of the way up and over her head. I unclasp the matching red bra and throw it to the floor and finally get my mouth against a perfect breast.
She lets out the sweetest moan and presses my head to her chest. I suckle her breast and take the nipple between my teeth, pulling on it gently before letting it go. I undo the buttons of my shirt and loosen my tie. I rip the tie over my head and toss the shirt to the floor. My pants soon follow.
I settle myself between her legs and fall forward, a hand pressed into the mattress next to her head as I kiss her again, my other hand busying itself with her clit. I pull her bottom lip between my teeth. “Are you ready, baby?”
She lifts her hips and grinds her clit against my hand in answer. Everything she does implies consent but I can’t help but be sure, “Are you sure about this?”
She lets out a frustrated groan, “Yes, damn it, Liam, fuck me.”
My dirty little vixen.
I guide my cock to her entrance and slip it up and down her pussy lips before pressing the tip inside. Florence tenses beneath me and I stop, “You ok?”
She nods her head again so I press in further until I’m halfway in. Then with one more push I’m in all the way. She’s so damn tight it’s almost suffocating. I drop my head and plant a kiss against her neck as I start to slowly move my hips against her. She responds by meeting my slow thrusts with the tilt of her hips. The feel of her beneath me is otherworldly and I almost unravel completely.
I quicken the pace, moving in and out of her faster and faster until our thighs are slick with sweat. Florence is a moaner and groaner and everything in between. She’s vocal and I like it. She digs her nails into my arms and tenses beneath me. A shudder rolls through her and she lets out a mewl of ecstasy as an orgasm rakes through her body.
“Fuck,” I groan out. I dig my fingers into her hips as I pull her body into my thrusts. I stop, when I feel my coming orgasm, and pull out. The spray of my cum lands on her stomach and I’m left panting above her.
I move to lay besides her, and turn her head to me and give her a soft kiss aginst her lips.
“You were wonderful, Florence,” I say against her lips.
“Liam…” she starts, and I quirk an eyebrow at her.
“I was going to say mediocre.” I see that twinkle in her eye. She’s lying.
I shrug my shoulders. “I guess I’ll have to do better next time.”
She giggles and swings her legs over the side of the bed. She walks to the other side of the room and turns the light on to her en-suite. I watch her as she cleans herself up and walks confidently back to me naked with a warm washcloth. Unabashedly, I wipe my semi-hard cock clean.
She crawls back onto the bed, pulling the comforter and sheets down. She pauses, seeming to contemplate the next stop. “Will you stay the night with me,” she asks, suddenly shy. My heart immediately radiates warmth.
“I would love to,” I say. I pull her against me and cover us. I listen to the sound of her breathing and soon I know she’s asleep. Her chest rises and falls against mine.
Soon, I’m asleep too.”
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