Here’s another excerpt from A TWISTED MAGICK by Shara Lanel:
Gabe’s fierce kiss took her breath away. His palm slid to the back of her head and held her steady as his tongue pried open her lips and his tongue tangled with hers. It was both an unexpected and heated assault and it lit Shylah’s body on fire. Everything they’d done the other night filled up her mind, but now she had the mental clarity to take in new details, like how his cool, dry lips warmed against her skin, took on the dampness from her mouth. How his tongue held traces of coffee and mint gum, that the skin on his face was no longer morning smooth and smelled of spring air. She slid her hands into his thick hair and ran her fingers across the back of his head. He had two small bumps near his left ear and what felt like a scar along the hairline in the back. Gabe’s lips meandered from her mouth to her chin to the tender, sensitive skin of her throat. She took advantage and kissed his nose, his cheeks, his eyelids.
Before she knew it, Gabe had maneuvered her sideways, so that she was sitting across his lap instead of on the uncomfortable stone floor, but what this position really gave him was access. He was kissing her lips again, and she was responding hungrily, mouth wide open and tongue deep, but now he had a free hand to roam from her neck along her collarbone to the side of her breast. She wore a peasant blouse with a light cotton bra underneath it. There was a little tie holding the neckline together. Gabe tugged it loose then pushed the fabric down her shoulder a few inches. She felt his fingers tracing the edge of her bra strap then pushing that down her shoulder as well. Still she was covered, just not quite as much. He squeezed one of her nipples through the light bra fabric and that was when his erection made itself known, an obvious bump in her cushy seat. She chuckled against his mouth.
He pulled back and looked at her, eyebrow quirked. “I’m trying to seduce you and you’re laughing?”
“I just noticed that my seat isn’t quite as smooth as it was.”
He lifted his hips so that his erection rubbed against her bottom. “Are you talking about this?”
“Yeah, a pebble or something.”
“A pebble! I think you’re in the wrong position if that’s all you feel. Climb over.” With a little lift, Gabe coaxed her legs open and settled her facing him. He bunched her skirt up around her waist. “I don’t want that fabric interfering with your senses. This here’s no pebble.”
With her legs wrapped around him, Shylah had no trouble feeling his erection pressing against her. Quite a big erection, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. “Hmm, a rock perhaps.”
Gabe reached down and unzipped his jeans, pulled out his cock, but her skirt obscured her view. However, that didn’t matter as he rubbed his cock against her panties, her very wet panties. He maneuvered the panties to the side and suddenly his huge cock was pushing inside her, filling her. Since he was watching her closely as he did it, she didn’t close her eyes but she did moan. He didn’t move and she let gravity draw her body down, stretching around him, taking him in deep and deeper. His mouth was slightly open, his eyes heavy lidded. Her body squeezed around him automatically but she didn’t move. She waited for him to give in, but he didn’t move either.
“You’re killing me, Shylah.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“You know what I want.”
“I want you to ride me.”