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the voyeur, part one
Tuesday, November 16, 2010 at 1:55 AM
So I'm currently still working on this year's Nanowrimo project, and as we speak I'm 25,000 or so words in and nicely on schedule. I'm planning to try to get it published once it's done, but I thought you might be interested in a smutty excerpt. Please bear in mind that this is all first draft, so it'll be a little clumsier than my usual posts...
In this scene our heroine Emma is about to fuck her new gentleman friend Jones for the first time, whilst they're watched by Claude. This is an erotic romance, so please excuse the extra layer of cheese in here, it's there deliberately. That's probably all you need to know, let's leap into the sex ;)
*****
The one thing Emma knew for certain was that there was no way she'd be able to forget that Claude was there in the room with them. Even sat quietly on his chair by the bed, doing his best to remain discreet and unnoticed, his presence was never far from her mind.
He was watching her, studying them both, and that sensation of being watched so closely both unnerved and aroused her. She found herself wondering if he would touch himself once they began, suddenly curious whether he'd begin to masturbate once they were naked on the bed and having sex, or whether he'd simply sit quietly and watch. She supposed that that was a question they should have asked before they began, but it seemed a little too late for that now. The time for discussion was long past and she was frankly too turned on to care any more.
Jones was approaching the bed, and he was all she could see. He looked as unnerved as she felt, but at the same time he also looked stunningly handsome. He approached the bed like a puma in heat, each move considered and sensual, lithe and dangerous, and when his hand lifted up to her face and stroked her cheek softly, she knew that she was completely his. She would have allowed him to do anything with her at that moment.
“Despite what you might have heard about me,” he whispered, his fingertips tracing softly across her cheek, tipping her face up towards his, “I don't normally fuck on the first date.”
His touch was making her melt. “Oh hey,” she smiled, “we met this morning, this is our second date, you're totally in the clear.”
Jones smiled, leaned over her and kissed her softly. Emma felt her breath almost taken away from her, his lips gliding so softly against hers, her head spinning delightfully as he pressed himself against her, his body warm and firm, his desire for her clearly evident. As he pulled her towards him, a hand in her hair, another sliding along her back, pulling her closer and kissing her deeply, any trepidation that Emma might have had disappeared completely. He wanted her as much as she wanted him, and the idea of that was intoxicating to her.
His touch was completely exquisite. As the kiss deepened and intensified, Emma could already feel herself wanting to surrender to him. She could feel his hands exploring her, her pulse rate increasing as more of her body was exposed to him, her dress tugged roughly down over her shoulders as he bit her neck passionately. Her thighs parted willingly as his hand drifted up the inside of her thighs, touching her, wanting her, each caress of his fingertips electric on her skin, her soft gasps echoing his movements. She had never felt this way before, so eager to surrender, desperate to be consumed, needing to be taken completely by him.
As their bodies began to merge together, kissing, biting and touching, her clothes were being quickly discarded. Emma was barely aware of it, her buttons being quickly unfastened, her desire increasing as more of her body was uncovered, a gift for him to do with as he pleased.
At the back of her mind she knew that she was being watched, that Claude was right there next to the bed, watching as Jones undressed her, seeing just how aroused she was, but right now the thought was barely registering with her. All she could think of, all she could feel, were Jones' lips, his hands, his fingertips, as he explored her body, thrilling her senses.
She was becoming delightfully wet.
Her own hands were equally as busy, tugging open his shirt buttons, gasping with pleasure as she saw the firmness of his naked chest, running her fingertips across it, biting on his neck greedily as she unfastened his belt, almost ripping it open in her urgent passion, pulling his trousers down his strong, firm thighs as he moved against her.
Jones was clearly in heat now. As Emma fell back against the bed, her dress long since discarded, Jones was already between her open thighs, his breath heavy and increasing, his gaze not leaving her, wanting her so badly.
With a gentle growl he pulled her up against him, Emma giggling and wrapping her thighs around his waist as they kissed again more freely now, their mutual nervousness long since forgotten. Emma grinned and took another lustful bite of his neck and Jones groaned softly, reaching around her, his fingertips snapping open the clasp of her bra, pulling it away from her breasts and tossing it to the floor. Emma tugged off his shirt and kissed him again greedily, her breasts brushing against his chiselled bare chest, her kiss sensuous and hungry.
Emma gasped as she felt Jones' hands slide up over her bare breasts, groaning softly as he pinched her nipples, clamping her thighs more firmly around him, rubbing herself against him wantonly. She could feel his growing erection pressing against the crotch of her panties, realising just how wet she was becoming, wondering if he'd be able to feel the moisture as he moved against her. Without thinking she pushed Jones back on the bed, kissing her way hungrily down his body, her fingers trembling as they drifted over his erection, teasing it through his lycra boxers, his cock already firm and throbbing to her touch.
She needed to see it, it was becoming an ache she could no longer ignore. With a firm tug she pulled down his briefs, slipping them off his ankles and throwing them onto the floor, hr face flushed, her desire for him intense now.
Emma felt herself pulse as she saw the size of his erection, his large cock visibly throbbing between his thighs, aching to fuck her.
“Ohh my god, Jones...” she whispered, sliding her hand around his hard cock, feeling it warm and firm in her hand, easing it up and down, stroking him, Jones groaning in response. “God, I adore your cock...” She moved her face down closer towards him, momentarily fascinated by how good it looked, his hips flexing up towards her hand as her breath drifted over the head of his swollen erection.
“Fuck...” he whispered, one of his hands drifting through her hair, pulling her face closer, and she knew what he wanted, what he needed. The gentle, insistent pulse in her hand was a clear enough signal. Emma smiled up at him for a moment, took another couple of strokes and then fed his erection into her mouth, Jones moaning with pleasure as her lips glided eagerly down over his throbbing cock, sucking decadently on him, her tongue swirling over the head of his cock, tasting him, loving the taste it. He groaned again: “ohh fuck yes...” pushing his cock deeper into her mouth, his hand firm in her hair, fucking her mouth slowly back and forth, his penis throbbing with each long, slow thrust, her lips and tongue caressing his length, his thighs trembling as the pleasure flooded through him. She needed him inside her so very badly.
****
I'll post a little more later this week to complete the scene ;)
In this scene our heroine Emma is about to fuck her new gentleman friend Jones for the first time, whilst they're watched by Claude. This is an erotic romance, so please excuse the extra layer of cheese in here, it's there deliberately. That's probably all you need to know, let's leap into the sex ;)
*****
The one thing Emma knew for certain was that there was no way she'd be able to forget that Claude was there in the room with them. Even sat quietly on his chair by the bed, doing his best to remain discreet and unnoticed, his presence was never far from her mind. He was watching her, studying them both, and that sensation of being watched so closely both unnerved and aroused her. She found herself wondering if he would touch himself once they began, suddenly curious whether he'd begin to masturbate once they were naked on the bed and having sex, or whether he'd simply sit quietly and watch. She supposed that that was a question they should have asked before they began, but it seemed a little too late for that now. The time for discussion was long past and she was frankly too turned on to care any more.
Jones was approaching the bed, and he was all she could see. He looked as unnerved as she felt, but at the same time he also looked stunningly handsome. He approached the bed like a puma in heat, each move considered and sensual, lithe and dangerous, and when his hand lifted up to her face and stroked her cheek softly, she knew that she was completely his. She would have allowed him to do anything with her at that moment.
“Despite what you might have heard about me,” he whispered, his fingertips tracing softly across her cheek, tipping her face up towards his, “I don't normally fuck on the first date.”
His touch was making her melt. “Oh hey,” she smiled, “we met this morning, this is our second date, you're totally in the clear.”
Jones smiled, leaned over her and kissed her softly. Emma felt her breath almost taken away from her, his lips gliding so softly against hers, her head spinning delightfully as he pressed himself against her, his body warm and firm, his desire for her clearly evident. As he pulled her towards him, a hand in her hair, another sliding along her back, pulling her closer and kissing her deeply, any trepidation that Emma might have had disappeared completely. He wanted her as much as she wanted him, and the idea of that was intoxicating to her.
His touch was completely exquisite. As the kiss deepened and intensified, Emma could already feel herself wanting to surrender to him. She could feel his hands exploring her, her pulse rate increasing as more of her body was exposed to him, her dress tugged roughly down over her shoulders as he bit her neck passionately. Her thighs parted willingly as his hand drifted up the inside of her thighs, touching her, wanting her, each caress of his fingertips electric on her skin, her soft gasps echoing his movements. She had never felt this way before, so eager to surrender, desperate to be consumed, needing to be taken completely by him.
As their bodies began to merge together, kissing, biting and touching, her clothes were being quickly discarded. Emma was barely aware of it, her buttons being quickly unfastened, her desire increasing as more of her body was uncovered, a gift for him to do with as he pleased.
At the back of her mind she knew that she was being watched, that Claude was right there next to the bed, watching as Jones undressed her, seeing just how aroused she was, but right now the thought was barely registering with her. All she could think of, all she could feel, were Jones' lips, his hands, his fingertips, as he explored her body, thrilling her senses.
She was becoming delightfully wet.
Her own hands were equally as busy, tugging open his shirt buttons, gasping with pleasure as she saw the firmness of his naked chest, running her fingertips across it, biting on his neck greedily as she unfastened his belt, almost ripping it open in her urgent passion, pulling his trousers down his strong, firm thighs as he moved against her.
Jones was clearly in heat now. As Emma fell back against the bed, her dress long since discarded, Jones was already between her open thighs, his breath heavy and increasing, his gaze not leaving her, wanting her so badly.
With a gentle growl he pulled her up against him, Emma giggling and wrapping her thighs around his waist as they kissed again more freely now, their mutual nervousness long since forgotten. Emma grinned and took another lustful bite of his neck and Jones groaned softly, reaching around her, his fingertips snapping open the clasp of her bra, pulling it away from her breasts and tossing it to the floor. Emma tugged off his shirt and kissed him again greedily, her breasts brushing against his chiselled bare chest, her kiss sensuous and hungry.
Emma gasped as she felt Jones' hands slide up over her bare breasts, groaning softly as he pinched her nipples, clamping her thighs more firmly around him, rubbing herself against him wantonly. She could feel his growing erection pressing against the crotch of her panties, realising just how wet she was becoming, wondering if he'd be able to feel the moisture as he moved against her. Without thinking she pushed Jones back on the bed, kissing her way hungrily down his body, her fingers trembling as they drifted over his erection, teasing it through his lycra boxers, his cock already firm and throbbing to her touch.
She needed to see it, it was becoming an ache she could no longer ignore. With a firm tug she pulled down his briefs, slipping them off his ankles and throwing them onto the floor, hr face flushed, her desire for him intense now.
Emma felt herself pulse as she saw the size of his erection, his large cock visibly throbbing between his thighs, aching to fuck her.
“Ohh my god, Jones...” she whispered, sliding her hand around his hard cock, feeling it warm and firm in her hand, easing it up and down, stroking him, Jones groaning in response. “God, I adore your cock...” She moved her face down closer towards him, momentarily fascinated by how good it looked, his hips flexing up towards her hand as her breath drifted over the head of his swollen erection.
“Fuck...” he whispered, one of his hands drifting through her hair, pulling her face closer, and she knew what he wanted, what he needed. The gentle, insistent pulse in her hand was a clear enough signal. Emma smiled up at him for a moment, took another couple of strokes and then fed his erection into her mouth, Jones moaning with pleasure as her lips glided eagerly down over his throbbing cock, sucking decadently on him, her tongue swirling over the head of his cock, tasting him, loving the taste it. He groaned again: “ohh fuck yes...” pushing his cock deeper into her mouth, his hand firm in her hair, fucking her mouth slowly back and forth, his penis throbbing with each long, slow thrust, her lips and tongue caressing his length, his thighs trembling as the pleasure flooded through him. She needed him inside her so very badly.
****
I'll post a little more later this week to complete the scene ;)
10 Comments:
Now this is the way I like to start my day, with your marvelous words in my little office. (Perhaps my employer might prefer otherwise.)
Gorgeous and hot, as ever. Looking forward to more, also as ever. ;)
Just try not to wriggle in your seat too much, he might notice ;) xx
Oh, a delicious piece that has me wishing I were Emma! Yum. I can't wait to read more...excellent writing.
Thank you, I'm delighted that you're enjoying it - the second half will come this weekend xx
What a delicious story ;) it had wonderful effects on me
mmm - then hopefully you'll enjoy part two all the more ;)
I always enjoy reading your work. ;)
I was caught smiling today, and a friend asked me teasingly why are you smiling like that? I laughed back and said I never tell you ..
…Dirtyboy had given me some strange ideas in my head, and I just sat wondering if I had liked it or not if I had done something like that..
,,, mmm I can not wait to read more ..
Then you'll be delighted to hear that I'm posting part two on Saturday, and it's rather filthy ;) xx
Made me wish I were her! Now I have something sexy to daydream about as I fall asleep--perfect. I love the detail and pacing--they gives time for anticipation to grow. Eagerly awaiting part two.
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