She sat, naked. Her golden hair crimped to her shoulders. The linen sheets and teal blankets a tumbled mess and spilling onto the marble floor.
“About last night—” I longed to touch her.
She waved a hand at me and then picked up a spoon. “After I eat and dress, we’ll be ready to travel?” she asked between mouthfuls.
“Aye.” My hand traced down her back to the curve of her hips.
She squirmed, but took another bite. “Let me finish.”
“One kiss, and then I’ll leave.”
When I tasted her lips sticky with honey, I couldn’t stop. Soon we were breathless and her hands tugged at my trousers. I sucked the honey from each of her fingers, and then fell with her among the pillows. I had to inhale her, her scent, her kisses, and her body. Her lips trailed down my chest and I nearly fell off the bed when she eased my manhood into her hot hands. Instead, I grasped her hair and when she drove me mad with need, I tossed her beside me and she giggled. “Oh no, I’ll have you moaning and breathless, not laughing.” I smiled taking my time to trace a hand down her neck to the swell of her breasts, then her flat stomach. My tongue mimicked the same path.
To “hop” to the next blog, vist: http://www.mysexysaturday.blogspot.com/
Her favorite childhood memories revolved around creating vibrant characters for her friends, and then acting out their adventures. Inside her fantasy worlds of darkened forests, dragon-filled glades, and iced islands, nothing was banned. From the ethereal Elvin to the most maligned Vampires, all were welcome in her fictional realities, a stark contrast to her home, where the magical and mythical was forbidden.
Divorced and disillusioned of love and believing all the love songs and books exaggerated, she put aside her creativity for life. Many years past before characters, from the familiar to the freshly conceived, came to her again, but this time teasing at a new passion, the written word.
Gradually, her real life hero brought love and magic back into existence. During the time when her characters were getting reacquainted, the love of her life was showing her that true love never gives up and rekindles no matter how many times others attempt to extinguish it. Today, she is happily married with three children.
Andrea believes in the power of change and delighting in each moment. But most fervently, she believes in the magic of love and imagination again.