This is my final excerpt from my first novel, One Sizzling Summer. Before you read it, I want to share a video my best friend and fellow author, Joan Chandler, created putting her book, Perfectly Imperfect, against One Sizzling Summer. It is fun to watch, and sexy, too! This is one you will watch more than once! By the way, Perfectly Imperfect is definitely a hot read if that is your thing. You won’t need a blanket if you read it at night! Find it at Amazon and Barnes and Noble if you love “sizzling hot” reads. Remember to leave a comment to be eligible for the random drawing for the $10.00 Gift Card from Amazon or Barnes and Noble (winner’s choice). Check out this video…
ADULT EXCERPT. YOU MUST BE 18 OR OLDER TO CONTINUE.
“But you’re here now… I’m glad you are here. And since you are, want to share a hot bath?” Ava arched an eyebrow and moved her long hair to hang over her shoulder as she slid forward to make room for him to join her.
Quinton stood slowly, towering over her as he pulled his shirt from his pants and began to unbutton it, saying, “I thought you’d never ask.” He then toed off his shoes, pulling the socks off behind them. Ava took the bath sponge from the water, and squeezed it, letting the steaming hot water sluice over her as he began unzipping his jeans. He watched the water flowing over her full, round breasts, noticing her taut, hard nipples, and decided he was through playing the “gentleman” tonight.
“You are so beautiful Ava,” he said as he lowered his jeans and kicked them aside, revealing his full state of arousal.
She looked from his enormous hard-on to his eyes that were darkening with desire and whispered, “So are you, Quinton. Now…come here.”
Quinton stepped into the tub, and positioned himself behind her, pulling her from around her hourglass waist to settle against his chest. He wrapped both arms around her firm, but soft body, and held her possessively as he leaned his head down to rest his cheek against her hair, inhaling its fragrance.
Ava willed herself to relax and recline back into his arms. She slowly released the breath she had been holding, as she closed her eyes and concentrated on the feel of his body against her own.
I will not regret this time with him, she told herself as she relished the feeling of being locked in his warm embrace. She had told herself that a million times since that first kiss in the park. This means nothing. It is not long term. August will come, and I’ll go back home to my life before London. This summer will be my own break from reality. My own precious memory to look back on when I am old and gray.
With that little speech to herself, she pushed all doubts out of her head, and focused on the here and now, determined to imprint every minute of it in her mind forever.
She could feel his broad, muscle-ripped chest rise and fall steadily with each breath, as he began to move his hands up her ribcage, only to pause at her breasts where he stroked them gently with the sides of his thumbs. He kissed the curve of her neck, and traced the shape of her ear with the tip of his tongue, causing her to press deeper into his chest, resting her head against his shoulder as a soft moan escaped from her. He moved his hands over her shoulders, and began to massage away the cares of the day, working his way up her long neck.
She had poured some fragrant bath oil into the water, so his hands literally glided across her body, exploring every swell and curve. Ava began to run her hands down the long length of the thighs that held her between them, gaining courage to do some exploring of her own. They were strong, lean, and muscle- bound probably from miles of ritualistic running and toning on a regular basis. He stretched out his legs and propped them on either side of hers.
His hands commenced their slow trek downward only to return to her breasts where he cupped them from underneath, lifting them slightly as his thumbs began a relentless circular motion that ended by flicking rhythmically across the tips of her taut nipples. He then began a new torture of rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, causing her to lift her hand to wrap around his neck, as she closed her eyes and arched her back while shudders of pleasure began to travel through her body.
Quinton continued to kiss her shoulders and neck, then moved his lips to her ear, and said with a growl, “You like that, don’t you. “
Ava nodded her head and answered, “Yes,” with a ragged breath.
Quinton was attending very closely to her body language. He smiled a rakish smile when he noticed her bringing her knees together to squeeze one thigh tightly against the other. He knew he was giving her pleasure, which pleased him more than he expected. Ava turned her head back toward his and their lips met in a hungry kiss that was more intoxicating than any wine could ever be. As he continued to ravage her mouth with his own, his hand once again began to travel downward over her stomach, resting momentarily on her hipbone. His other hand covered her breast, and began to lavish light caresses upon it.
Ava could feel his hardened cock throbbing against her hip as his hand moved lower still. That feeling alone was driving her mad with desire for him. Instinctively, she drew in her breath, slowly exhaling as she began to relax her knees, parting her legs slightly as he moved to cover her mound with his hand at last. His own breath was ragged as he leaned his head back, closing his eyes, allowing himself to drown in the warmth of her feminine core. He then began a gentle massage that evoked sounds of bliss escaping from Ava’s parted lips. She gripped his thighs, arching her back as he parted her, slowly letting his fingertips lazily glide over her most sensitive areas. Suddenly, he had her groaning deep within her throat as he slid first one, then two long fingers inside of her. When he began to gingerly stroke her with his thumb at the same time, steadily beginning to accelerate the movement, she whimpered and jerked her head to the side, away from him as she absorbed the shock of her reaction to his expert touch. He moved his hand from her breast to her cheek, turning her face back toward his own.
Ava met his piercing eyes, as he commanded, “Don’t turn away. Look at me. I want to watch the passion on your face when you come.” And with those words, he began to stroke her in a manner unlike she had ever experienced. Any existing walls that may have been between them fell as they shared this intimate act together. Ava moved to drape her legs over his thighs to give him full access to her body, wanting him as deep inside of her as possible. Suddenly, she felt that rush that had her gasping for air.
Her nails dug into the flesh of his legs as he brought her to the brink of release saying, in a voice that might have been soothing a young child, “That’s it, Ava. Go with it, baby. Let it go.” And with that, she closed her eyes, arching her back even further, and listened as someone screamed right at that moment of pure, undeniable, sexual satisfaction.
She collapsed against him, breathless, as she looked up into his eyes and said, “That was incredible.”
Quinton placed his hand over her cheek, and stroked her jaw with the pad of his thumb, saying as he smiled wickedly, “Sweetheart, we’re just getting started.”
Quinton kissed her deeply, then stood and stepped out of the tub. He pulled her out behind him, and they stood embracing face-to-face as silver droplets of water ran in rivulets down their warm naked bodies. Quinton stepped back and held her at arm’s length, letting his heated gaze travel over her toned, but feminine curves. He slowly circled her body like a predator circling his prey. “Damn, you are beautiful.” He ran a single fingertip down the length of her spine, and over the curve of her flared hips. He dropped to his haunches and slid both hands down the length of her long, shapely legs, leaning in to place a soft kiss on each dimple above her hips. He rose to wrap his arms around her, cupping each breast as he began to kiss the curve of her neck. She moaned softly as she leaned her head back against his chest. “I want you, Ava. You can tell how much I want you. Can’t you, Ava?” He nudged his throbbing cock against her ass as he rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. She only nodded in agreement as she covered his hands with her own. Quinton circled around to face her again. He leaned down to brush his lips over hers, then traced them with his tongue. “If you let me, I’m going to kiss this hot pussy of yours until it is dripping wet.” He slid his hand between them to run a long finger down the length of her folds. She gasped and hugged him closely, raising a leg to his hip. He held her knee firmly against him, taking her in his arms as he stroked his hardened shaft against the moist flesh of her mound. “Will you let me fuck your pussy, Ava?”
She replied in a breathless whisper, “Yes.”
“Yes,what, Ava?” he asked as he continued to rain tender kisses over her face, throat, and breasts.
“Fuck me, Quinton.”
With that, he scooped her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom for the next stage of their mutual seduction.