Feathered Eyes

Found this on Bing.  Found this sexy.  I have an obsession with eyes and lips.

 

 

Straddling

Hmmm - this would make an excellent book cover!

Letting Go (available on Amazon and B&N)

Sienna is a childhood abuse survivor. She likes to avoid emotional connections with people. Until she meets Steven. The attraction is instantly intense. Steven is like no one she has ever known and she feels him slowly bringing her out of her shell. He is the most passionate and affectionate man she has ever been with and Sienna finds herself wanting more. But her inner turmoil and demons won’t let her be happy and she soon starts to fight that immense pull between them. Steven, who is falling hard for this mysterious girl, is trying his best to be patient with her. Will she let him into her heart and let down her guard or will she push him away forever?

Second Chances (available on Amazon and B&N)

Jessie and Nick were once the ideal couple. They were friends, who became lovers, who became soul mates. But the rejection of Nick's proposal forced them to part ways leaving Jessie confused and lonely and Nick hurt and lost. Two years have passed and a chance encounter brings them face to face with each other. Can they reconnect and find what they once lost or is it too late for both of them?

Kisses

Hmmmm ... Something about a full set of lips.

Shattered

The tears come unannounced, unwelcomed

Feelings of anger and shame surging through me

Like an unruly intruder refusing to leave

The clouds roll in suddenly and the skies open up

All that I was or rather who I was supposed to be

Shattered ... torn apart by violent winds.

This ominous cyclone tore through my soul

and destroyed all innocence and beauty

All that remains is this unrecognizable shell

That has been condemned.

I tread lightly between its remaining walls.

Afraid it might collapse.

I stand guard, slowly clearing debris

and watching over the remnants of this once beautiful thing.

Hoping one day it will be whole again

Untitled

I thought of you last night

It wasn't intentional

It wasn't expected

It wasn't welcomed

But it was just as hard

To stop the tears

To convince myself

That everything was alright

Preview of Sweet Susan (Not yet published)

...Oh God ... Jon. I’m so sorry. He thought with tears streaming down his face as he looked at himself in the mirror. How could he? He heard a soft knock and he snapped his eyes to the door

“Drew ... are you okay?”

He turned back to the mirror and saw his own red rimmed eyes and turned on the faucet to splash water on his face. “Yeah,” he voice broke slightly. So he cleared his throat and tried again. “Yeah ... sorry give me a minute.”

“Can you open the door?”

He just stared at the door and shook his head.

“Please Drew open the door. It’s okay.”

His hand moved to the door but he didn’t turn it. His tears started to fall again. But his chest didn’t feel tight anymore. He thought maybe it was her voice.

“Baby please open the door ... please?” She said softly.

He gasped at the baby part, and rested his head on the door, for a moment before opening the door.

She was crying. Damnit, he made her cry. He was such an asshole. “Please don’t cry ...” and then she leaned up and kissed his lips again and his eyes closed and his breathe left him and he felt pain behind his yes begin to fade.

She pulled back and leaned her cheek on his shoulder and pulled him closer.

“I hurt too Drew.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not you.”

“Will you tell me?”

“Not now, but ... I’d like too.”

“Okay.” He said stoking her back softly.

She pulled back and looked at him again. “I don’t want to hurt right now.” He could only look in her eyes, and let her see the heat there. “Can we do that? Can we maybe, not hurt ... together.” He could only nod as she kissed him again.

And then he picked her up and pressed her body against his and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he left the bathroom and headed for the stairs.

Preview of Second Chances

I looked up and our eyes meet again, “You know what, it doesn’t matter now … it’s in the past … let’s just forget it, ok?” I said and then leaned in for a hug and he pulled me in close.  The hug felt so good; familiar … consuming.  The hug lasted a little longer than it should have and when I pulled back he looked a little unsettled and then he pulled me close again this time tilted his head and closing his eyes for a kiss. 

The kiss was soft and warm.  It was unexpected and yet I didn’t pull away.  It felt so right.  I didn’t want it to stop. He let go of me and looked in my eyes; his own seemed somewhat apologetic.   Then he turned his gaze towards the sunset again.  Looking over I can see his hands shaking.  I covered them with mine to help steady them but as soon as I touched his hands he turned suddenly to me again and with a brief hesitation he grabbed me firmly at the shoulders and pulled me into him and kissed me more deeply, passionately.

 

His kiss moved to my forehead and down to my neck and as he laid his fore head on my shoulder, breathing deeply as if trying to take more of me in, I can feel him quiver slightly.  Once he spoke I knew why … “Jessie, I’m sorry”… he was choked up; I could hear the emotion in his voice.  I tried to hold my tears back.  I just sat there trying not to weep and then touching his chin so that I could lift his head so that I could look in his eyes. 

“Don’t …” but before I could get out the word ‘apologize’ he kissed me again.

Kissing my lips, cheek, neck while is arms firmly hold me against him he whispers in my ear while bringing his hand up to cup my face, “let me see you; please”.  His voice broke a little when he spoke.

I leaned back to look at him again. Softly he tells me “all of you”.  As the last of the tears rolls down my cheek, I lift the T-shirt above my head and slip it off.  The look of passion in his eyes made me loose all sense of reason … our surroundings were gone.

“God I missed you Jessie.” He reached for me, placing his hands just behind my neck, with his fingers reaching through my hair he pulls me close to him and then leaned in for another kiss.  This one was more passionate and I placed my hand on his waist and softly touched his cheek.  I was so swept up in the moment that it was hard to tell if the heavy breathing was coming from me or him.  I think it was both.  Our hands probing each others bodies as the sun set.

He stopped suddenly resting his forehead against mine.  “No” he said.  I realized then that he had the shirt in his hand and slowly raised it to slip it back over my head.  “You should get dressed.” His voice was deep and husky.

“Wait … what?” I said as he moved back into his seat.  I looked at him in disbelief … why did he stop?

He grasped the steering wheel again so tightly that I can hear the leather stretch under his grip. “I can’t ... we can’t”, he looks at me with a look of both hunger and pain, “not like this ok?, not here”.

Disappointed, I slipped the shirt back off and slid my dress back on; it was pretty much dry by now. But I understood what he meant.

“Where do you live now, I’ll take you home”.  I gave him the address and sat next to him for the entire 10min ride home.  He pulled up to the curb and shut off the engine.  I sat frozen in the passenger seat looking out the window towards my front door, not knowing what to say and not wanting to go.  Thankfully he spoke first.  “Can I see you again?” his grip still tight on the wheel.

“Sure” I answered with a hint of hurt that I tried so hard not to let him see.

“Jessie, please … I’m sorry.  I really want to see you again.”

“I know … here” I reached over and grabbed his cell phone off the dashboard and programmed my number.

“Here is my number … call me tomorrow ok”

He smiled softly as he took the phone back. “I will” And then he leaned in to give me a kiss, on the forehead.  I got out of the car with my bags and slowly walked towards the door, opened it, and as I turned to close the door I saw him still sitting there at the curb just watching me; smiling.  He waved just before I shut the door; as I waved back. 

I leaned up against the door in a little bit of shock, still holding my bags; I thumped my head softly on the door.  I just stood there for a minute, my mind racing.  Remembering the past, the good times, the bad, the break up. Looking up at the clock I now realize it’s after 8pm.  So, being snapped back to my wits, I go about my usually business.  I put the groceries up and threw a load in the dryer and readied my bath while I grabbed something quick to eat.  

Preview of Letting Go

Grabbing his hand and I pull him towards the front of the building, “come on…show me where you live”.  He didn’t say another word to me the entire trip to the front door and up the stairs.   When we reached his door … he put the key into the lock and then looked over his shoulder back at me as if to read my reaction to the situation.  I follow him into the room and shut the door behind me. 

“You want something to drink?”  I gave a little jerk of his hand to keep him from proceeding into the room … and quickly pulled his mouth to meet mine.  He tilted his head and opened his mouth and I slipped my tongue in seeking his.  We hungrily tasted each other for what felt like an eternity.  I can’t remember the last time I kissed someone like this.  In fact I don’t usually like kissing at all.  Just seems too personal, too emotional.  This is just sex … but I couldn’t help myself.  I don’t know why, but I felt like I had to kiss him.   Since the moment I saw him in that bar I wanted to taste his lips. 

“Wow” I said pulling away for air.  I start unbuckling his belt as I lean in to kiss some more.  I can’t wait anymore, I have to feel him.  If he kisses like that ... as my mind begins to fantasize my hands speed up the process.

“Whoa … easy sweetheart … we have plenty of time.” He grabbed my hands and pulled back from me slightly.  I just stared at him, trying to form words, too lost in the moment.

“Would you like something to drink? ... why don’t you come in and sit down?” Still holding my hand, he leads me to the couch.  I really don’t need this ‘let’s get to know each other first’ bullshit right now.  But I will indulge him for a few mins.  We talked back and forth for several minutes and he seemed like a nice guy.  

Finally I felt like it was time to move the night along. Those lips look so good. “Listen, I like you” … I lean in to start unbuttoning the shirt he partially undid before we sat down … “but you don’t have to fake interest in getting to know me and all baby, I am already willing …” I rose up to straddle him. “And very much able …” sliding my hand below his waist and firmly gripping his already growing erection

“Wait …” I cut off his words with a kiss.

Hungrily I thrust my tongue forward in search of his.  “Mmmm baby you taste so good … do you taste like this all over?”

I continue to stroke his hardness through the rough denim, as he threw his head back and let out a deep sigh. “Shit ...” he breathed through clenched teeth. Dropping down to my knees in front of him, I release him from the painful confines of his jeans and ease him into to mouth, so quickly, I don’t think he knew what I was doing until I had already tasted him. His head whipped down sharply to look at me, his eyes wide with shock at my forwardness and he sucked in a sharp breathe … “Jesus”.

Within a matter of seconds, both his hands were at his side gripping the couch.  No man can resist an amazing blow job.  Soon he began moving his hips to follow my rhythm as I sucked him deeper. His hands going to my head, and tangling in my hair.

After a min or so his back stiffened, “Sienna stop”… in almost a whisper … “please sweetheart … I’m not gonna last like this … it’s too damn good”.  I simply ignored him and continue to slurp away at him, enticing him to continue, while running my hand up his chest.  “God … Sienna … please.”  I just looked up and tightened my grip on him.  “God damnit…” his grip tightened in my hair firmly and he thrust hard twice, and then stared into my eyes, as I looked up at him while his warm seed slid down my throat.

“Mmmm … you do taste good all over.” I said leaning back to look at his satisfied eyes.  The next moment two things happened.  He stood abruptly, grabbing me by the shoulders and pulling me up with him.  And before I had a chance to register my shock, he lifted me off the ground, tossed me over his shoulder and carried me into the bedroom, tossing me on the bed.

The room was illuminated by the light shining in through the hall.  He quickly removed the rest of his clothes in silence, but I could sense the intensity building in him. 

As I looked up at his silhouetted naked body approaching the bed, and saw his staff stiffly pressed against his belly, I scooted back on the bed until I hit the head board with a thump.  I felt afraid … scared of this menacing figure approaching me and I wondered if this was all a bad idea.  I knew picking guys up in bars could lead me down a scary road one day.  I knew one day I might pick up the wrong guy, even though I keep doing it anyway.

“Wait” I called out … my voice just a little shaky.

Leaning over me after climbing on the bed, he began to roughly remove my clothing, tossing it aside. “Oh no sweetheart … I can play this game too”.  I froze, my fear subsided some when I heard his voice, and the heat began rising again. 

There is something about this man.  Something very confident and daring … it felt like he was challenging me.  Leaning over my naked body, he began to devour me … my neck, my shoulders, my breasts … and then he moved to my thighs and more.  I momentarily lost my capability for normal speech and began moaning and sighing as he tasted me. 

My release was almost immediate.  It shocked me and scared me all at the same time, because I never came quickly with another man.  It took me a long time for me to orgasm most nights, if I did at all.  Some nights I would leave whatever guy I was with when we were done and I would go home and later get myself off to release the tension. 

He continued to taste me for a several minutes, lapping at every drop as I writhed in agony under him.  It was too much and I began to shake uncontrollably. And I started to move away from his probing tongue, when he grabbed my hips and moaned his disapproval. And pulled me closer to his mouth

“Steven please …” no sooner had I said his name that he jumped up and positioned himself in between my legs.  He thrust in me so quickly, that the sensation was immense.  Thrust after thrust, we twisted in each other arms.  Wave after wave of pleasure rippled through me, I felt like I was losing my mind and I screamed his name as I came again.  The room began to melt away, and I latched onto his back as he found his release. 

His soft whisper, warm on my neck, “… the way you say my name …” and then collapsed next to me, pulling me to him.  Exhaustion hit before I knew and my eyes grew dark and I faded away into a peaceful slumber.