I have a sexy treat for you this week. I’m sure you’ve been hearing a lot about my The Rune Witch Series from everyone who has read it. So I thought it might be fun to post the first chapter from the third novella in that paranormal erotica series, The Harvest Moon, as my blog post this week.
Let me tell ya, this is a hot one! Steaming up your computer monitor is a real possibility. Okay, you’ve been warned… *lusty wink*
Let me tell ya, this is a hot one! Steaming up your computer monitor is a real possibility. Okay, you’ve been warned… *lusty wink*
An excerpt from “The Harvest Moon: Book Three of the Rune Witch Series”
by Laura Stamps © 2010
“The man’s voice just drips sex,” Noelle mumbles, sitting on the kitchen counter, listening to the CD player wedged between a stack of cookbooks and the refrigerator.
She licks her fingers, singing along with Steve Perry while he croons one of her favorite Journey songs. Swinging her legs over the edge of the counter, Noelle holds a bowl of frosting in her lap, stirring it with a spatula, whipping the ingredients until the texture is smooth and creamy. A hot pan of brownies cools on top of the stove. Shaking her short, black, gel-spiked hair, she sways to the beat of an electric guitar solo.
“Is this a private party, sugar?” Wynn asks, winking at her as he saunters into the kitchen, his hands stuffed in the pockets of black jeans. His long onyx hair is tied back at the nape of his neck.
“Just the man I wanted to see!” Noelle exclaims. “I’m glad you’re home, cat-man. Come over here and taste this for me.” She dips her finger in the bowl of frosting and holds it out to him. “What do you think?”
Wynn leans against the counter next to her and slides her finger into his mouth, sucking the chocolate in a sensuous caress. “Mmm,” he hums, sweeping his tongue across the tip of her finger before he releases it. “That’s good. What’s in it?”
“It’s a new recipe for vegan frosting.” She runs the spatula around the bowl, scraping the sides. “Vegan shortening, cocoa powder, cane sugar, soymilk, and vanilla extract.” She looks up at him and grins. “You really like it?”
“I do.” He nods toward the pan cooling on the stove. “This is for Savannah’s handfasting tomorrow night?”
“Yeah, vegan brownies.” She continues to whirl the spatula through the creamy mixture. “I can’t believe it’s already the third week of September. This handfasting seemed so far away.”
“Just think,” Wynn muses, his dark eyes twinkling mischievously. “One day you’ll be baking for our handfasting.”
“Whoa, cat-man! I never said I’d marry you.” She narrows her eyes and glares at him. “I just said I’d consider it.”
“I know, sugar,” Wynn replies. “I’m looking forward to the challenge.” He waggles his eyebrows and gently pinches her thigh.
“Quit that!” Noelle taps his leg with her stocking foot. “You’re frisky tonight.”
Wynn nods toward the brownies, changing the subject. “Another new recipe?”
“Yeah.” Noelle shrugs and then grins impishly. “I’m in a chocoholic mood this week, so I thought I’d experiment.”
He reaches toward the brownies, and she slaps his hand.
“Ouch!” he exclaims, drawing back.
“No sampling yet,” she scolds. “When they’re frosted and ready to cut you can have one.”
“You’re a hard woman, darlin’,” he teases, glancing at the brownies again. “And you’re sure they’re vegan? They don’t look like it.”
“Well, they are.” She sticks her tongue out at him. “I used unsweetened vegan chocolate, soy margarine, cane sugar, vegan egg substitute, vanilla extract, organic flour, and chopped nuts.”
Pushing off the counter, Wynn moves between her legs. “Sounds tasty.” He runs his hands along the tops of her thighs. “What are you doing sitting on the counter, sugar?”
“Aren’t you full of questions?” she teases, straightening her legs. “My feet are killing me, that’s what.” She wiggles her toes in pink striped socks. “I never got a chance to sit down at the store today. We were so busy you’d think it was a Saturday or something.”
“And you’re listening to Journey.” Wynn growls and leans over to nuzzle her neck.
“What can I say?” Noelle smiles slyly. Everyone knows the carnal effect Steve Perry’s voice has on her libido. “I like to live dangerously.”
“I can see that.” Wynn takes the bowl of frosting from her and sets on the counter. “Lift your arms, darlin’.”
“What, cat-man?” Noelle snickers, raising her arms over her head. “Does chocolate make you horny?”
Wynn laughs and strips off her black tank top, tossing it on the counter next to the refrigerator. “No, sugar.” He slips his thumbs under the edge of her black lace bra and slowly strokes her nipples. “But you do, sitting on the counter like this.”
“Easy access, huh?” She tightens her legs around his waist and moves forward, pushing her breasts against his hands, her nipples hardening into tight beads.
“Something like that,” he replies, bending down to flick his tongue between her breasts. “Your frosting has inspired me.”
“Oh?” Noelle murmurs. Moisture gushes between her thighs, and she finds it hard to concentrate on anything other than the blissful tremors rippling from her breasts to her clit as Wynn continues to thumb her nipples.
“But it needs more testing.” He unhooks her bra and lays it on the counter with her shirt.
“You think?” Noelle reaches out and grabs the belt loops on his black jeans. She pulls him against the counter, wrapping her thighs around his hips, locking him tightly between her legs so she can grind her mound into his growing bulge.
“Absolutely,” Wynn replies, dipping his finger in the bowl of frosting and dragging it across her nipple, finger-painting her breast with the sugary treat.
“Mmm,” Noelle purrs, pressing her breast against his hand. “In that case, I agree.”
Winking at her, he plunges his finger back into the bowl and smears chocolate icing across her other breast.
When he finishes, Noelle grabs his hand and runs her tongue across his sweetened finger, licking off little bits of icing. She looks up and stares into his eyes, suckling his finger as if she were making slow erotic love to his cock.
“That’s so hot, darlin’,” Wynn murmurs, withdrawing his finger and plunging his tongue between her lips, eating her mouth hungrily.
She moans and wraps her arms around his neck, returning his steamy kiss, pulling away to nibble his lower lip. Steve Perry hits a high note on the CD player, and she whimpers when her sex floods with cream. Rubbing her clit against Wynn’s shaft, she cups his face in her hands, meeting every thrust of his aggressive tongue.
“You’ve got me so hard, sugar,” Wynn whispers, moving her hand to his cock, while he trails smoldering kisses down her jaw.
Noelle sighs, tilting her head to give him better access. “I’ve got an idea, cat-man,” she mutters, finding it difficult to think while his hot lips devour her neck. “Maybe we should skip the wedding.”
“The handfasting,” he corrects, lightly dragging his teeth across her collarbone.
“Right,” she agrees. “Let’s skip that part and go straight to the honeymoon.”
“What?” Wynn lifts his head and gives her a warning look. “You’re not talking about Savannah’s handfasting, are you?”
Noelle holds up her hands in surrender and giggles. “Hey, it’s just an idea.”
“Darlin’, you’re such a tease.”
“I know. It’s the reason you love me.”
Wynn chuckles, bending down to gently bite her shoulder while she buries her face in his long raven hair.
“I don’t understand why you want to get married,” she pouts. “We have a good thing going. I know it’s been five years, but why mess with something that works?”
Wynn laps the valley between her breasts. “Because everyone should get married at least once.” He looks up and winks at her. “For the experience.”
Noelle moans as he nips the top of her breast, purposefully missing her chocolate-covered nipple, driving her crazy with yearning. “Well, you did. And it wasn’t a good experience.”
“So why would you wanna do it again?”
Wynn slowly laps the rounded flesh on her breasts, causing her nipples to draw up hard as nails. “Sugar, my divorce was final fifteen years ago.”
Sinking her fingers into his shoulders, Noelle gasps when he blows his warm breath over her puckered nipples, making them ache for his touch.
He continues to torment the swell of her breasts, gently biting and then soothing the mark with his hot tongue. “I’ve thought a lot about it, and I know where I went wrong.” His ponytail slides over his shoulder and tickles her arm, heightening her aroused state. “And I’m ready to give it another shot.”
“Where did you go wrong, cat-man?” Noelle whispers, closing her eyes, surrendering to his sensuous torture. She leans back on the counter, balancing on her elbows, thrusting her needy breasts closer to his mouth.
“I married the wrong woman.”
She looks up at him. “How do you know?”
“Because she wasn’t you, sugar.” Wynn smiles, his eyes dark with lust.
Noelle makes an exasperated noise. “How am I supposed to argue when you say something like that?” Before she can disagree, he flicks his tongue over her chocolate-covered nipple, and she yips with surprise.
“You don’t play fair, cat-man,” she protests, wishing he would suck her breast deeply into his talented mouth and put her out of her misery.
“I never have, darlin’.” He slowly licks the chocolate off her nipple, smearing it across her breast with his tongue. The vegan shortening in the frosting sticks to her warm skin and takes twice as long to lick off as the whipped cream he surprised her with last year. By now her lips are almost numb from the fiery tremors shooting from her breast to her pussy every time he runs his tongue over her sensitive bud.
“Just fuck me, cat-man,” Noelle sighs. “Please.”
“Mmm,” Wynn murmurs, licking chocolate from his lips. “You’re in a dirty-girl mood tonight.”
“What about it?” A saucy grin curls her mouth. “You like?”
“Darlin’,” Wynn replies, his sexy eyes smoldering with erotic promise, “I love dirty. You know that.”
“Then fuck me, cat-man,” Noelle breathes, leaning up to whisk her tongue across his lower lip. “Fuck me hard.”
“Patience, sugar,” he whispers against the hot skin of her cheek as he rains kisses down her neck. Dipping his head, he sucks her breast deeply into his mouth.
Noelle cries out and grabs his hair, holding him against her chest while he feasts, lapping the last of the chocolate from her sensitive skin. Moaning, she feels the tingling approach of an orgasm, her cunt flooding the crotch of her jeans with cream.
Having thoroughly washed the icing from one breast, Wynn sweeps his tongue over her other nipple and then bites it.
Noelle screams when the bittersweet pain in her breast ignites her climax, and her body fragments into hundreds of sizzling pieces. She slams her pulsing cunt against Wynn’s cock, rubbing frantically for relief.
Capturing her chocolate-covered breast, he takes it deeply into his mouth, suckling, nipping, and licking as if he plans to eat her alive. His hand drops between the legs of her jeans, and he pinches her clit firmly, prompting another shattering orgasm.
“Yes!” A strangled cry bursts from her throat, ending in a long, low moan.
“Ride it out, sweetheart,” he soothes. She pants frantically and clings to him, while he licks the rest of the icing from her breast in languid strokes, occasionally biting her nipple to prolong her release.
When the last spasm of bliss passes Noelle is soaked with perspiration. She leans back on the counter and rests her head against the wall. “You almost killed me, cat-man.”
“I’m not finished yet, sugar,” he responds, chuckling. “Let’s get those jeans off you.” He tugs on her socks, dropping them to the floor. Reaching up, he unzips her jeans, peeling them from her moist body and tossing them on top of her socks.
Too tired to move, Noelle allows him to strip her while she lies on the counter, propped up on her elbows again. At this point her body feels as boneless as the chocolate icing he skillfully lapped from her breasts.
Wynn growls and grabs the edge of her black lace thong with his teeth, dragging it down her thighs. “Did you wear this just for me, darlin’?” Pulling it off, he lays it on the counter with her bra and tank top.
“You wish, cat-man,” Noelle teases, so sleepy and relaxed she’s having a hard time keeping her eyes open.
“Bend your knees and spread your legs, sugar,” he instructs, lifting her legs and then pushing them back. “Spread them wide.”
“What are you up to, cat-man?” she asks, wiggling on the counter, her back pushed against the wall as she opens her pussy to him.
Wynn dips his finger in the bowl of frosting. “I’m going to eat your cunt for dessert, dirty girl.” He grins wickedly and runs his finger through her wet folds, painting her sex with chocolate, paying careful attention to her clit.
Noelle jumps when the cool icing touches her hot wet core.
Taking her hands in his, Wynn moves them to her mound. “Hold yourself open for me, darlin’.”
She inhales sharply at his suggestion, loving how he pushes her erotic buttons when she least expects it. Moisture seeps from her cunt, and her pearl swells in anticipation.
Noelle pulls back her wet folds, touching herself for him, while he wraps his hands around her ankles, keeping her legs far apart.
Leaning down, he attacks with short, lapping strokes, hungrily licking the frosting from her delicate tissues. “You taste so sweet,” he murmurs, looking up for a moment, slowly swirling his tongue over the mixture of her juices and chocolate glistening on his lips.
Then he begins to eat her like a starving man while holding her ankles in an iron grip. Noelle is completely unprepared for the intensity of his aggressive assault, and a wail escapes from her throat before she sinks into an abyss of pure pleasure.
Suddenly, a flare of heat burns through her midsection, and a hard climax races toward her. Screaming at its ferocity, she arches her back on the counter. Desperately pushing her pussy against his ravishing mouth, she pants as endless waves of bliss roll through her sex and down her thighs.
“Cat-man,” she whispers, her cunt pulsing and contracting so powerfully she grips the side of the sink with one hand to hold on.
“What, sweetheart?” Wynn asks, sucking the last smear of frosting from her clit.
“Fuck me, cat-man,” she groans, “before you drive me insane. I can’t wait any longer.”
Wynn chuckles as he licks her cream from his lips. Straightening up, he pulls out the silverware drawer and rummages through it, leaving one hand on her ankle. “Where are they darlin’? You moved them.”
“The other drawer.” Too tired to lift her arm, she points to the one beside the dishwasher.
Her legs tremble when he finally releases them, and she sits up, dangling her feet over the counter. But when her sensitive tissues touch the cold countertop, she shouts, “Yikes!”
Wynn slides out the other drawer and grabs a foil packet, ripping it open while he toes off his shoes and unzips his jeans. Pushing them down and kicking them off, he leaves his pants, shoes, and boxer shorts in a pile on the floor. His swollen shaft bobs against his stomach, rigid and eager.
“Wrap your legs around me, darlin’,” he instructs, rolling on the condom. She scoots up and grabs his waist with her thighs.
Rubbing the head of his thick cock in her cream, he leans over and takes her mouth in a passionate kiss. When he slides into her slick heat with one hard thrust, they both groan with relief.
Noelle shivers at the incredible sensation of fullness, his firm cock stretching her channel in wonderful ways. “I want it fast, cat-man,” she whispers, breathing heavily in the midst of this intense pleasure.
The movement of his shaft ignites the nerve endings in her pussy like tiny firecrackers. The feeling is so intoxicating Noelle rocks her hips on the counter, meeting each of his deep thrusts.
Wynn’s long fingers cup her hips, pulling her toward him with every stroke, driving his cock all the way to her womb. “Dear Goddess, I can’t get enough of you,” he groans, moving faster as he pumps into her.
“That feels so good!” Noelle shrieks, wrapping her arms around his neck and slipping the band from his long raven hair. “Do it, cat-man,” she moans, grabbing handfuls of his hair to hang on. “Fuck me hard!”
Angling his hips, he grazes her G-spot with each deep stroke, and she mewls with need. Perspiration runs in tiny rivers down his neck and into the glossy black hair fanned across his shoulders.
Noelle bites his collarbone through the cotton material of his t-shirt, while she balances on the edge of an explosive orgasm. When she feels herself falling toward it, she murmurs, “I love you, cat-man.”
The words flow effortlessly from her mouth. She hears them, but it’s as if someone else is saying them, because suddenly she’s screaming. Her pussy contracts wildly, and she tumbles into a waterfall of blazing sensation. Every cell in her body vibrates as waves of ecstasy ripple through her core.
“I’m coming, too, sugar,” Wynn grunts, drawing back and plunging into her one last time. A feral moan rumbles from his throat, and he rests his head on her shoulder, breathing deeply.
Noelle clings to his wet t-shirt, while his cock shoots hot seed into the condom, setting off a series of smaller contractions in her channel. “I’m totally wasted, cat-man,” she whispers, amazed she can find the strength to speak.
Wynn groans in response.
When she can lift her head she kisses his moist cheek, working toward his sensuous lips. “You’re an awesome lover, cat-man,” she purrs.
Licking the salt from his bottom lip, she yields to his mouth. He cups her face in his hands and kisses her gently and thoroughly.
Afterwards he pulls back and frowns, a mischievous glint in his eye.
“What?’ Noelle asks, feeling his cock twitch inside her.
“Darlin’, you said you love me.”
Noelle freezes when the memory of those words floats back to her groggy consciousness. “Uh, uh…” she stutters, beginning to panic.
In all the years they’ve been together she’s never slipped and admitted her true feelings for him. Now she can’t believe she actually lost control and said the words out loud.
Swallowing hard, she realizes she’s backed herself into a tight corner this time. Wynn knows an emotional commitment like marriage terrifies her. It’s her worst nightmare. As a child she watched her mother suffer through several failed marriages, and that’s all the proof she needs.
Marriage is not for her.
On the other hand, Wynn is nothing like her mother’s lousy husbands. He truly loves her, and he’s never been shy about expressing his feelings for her.
Still, she’s got to find a way out of this mess. And fast.
Cocking an eyebrow, Wynn grins victoriously. “Uh, uh…?” he mimics.
Noelle scowls at the abandoned bowl on the counter. “That frosting is dangerous, ya know?”
“Obviously,” he replies, winking at her just before he throws back his head and laughs.
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