Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Farah Moans (steamy excerpt) by Ann Cory

(copyright 2006) Farah Moans available now from Ocean's Mist Press
Farah Moans

She lay back and held her breath. His fingers resumed their descent
along her mound and lightly prodded her damp folds apart. The first
touch along her clit propelled her into an altered state of arousal.
She shuddered and pressed the side of her face into the pillow.

"You like it when I touch you there?"

"Mm hmm."

He stuck two fingers inside her and swabbed at the sides of her damp
walls. Each stroke sent her into convulsions. Her eyes had finally
adjusted to the darkness enough that she could make out the waves of
his hair and his muscular arms. Ted pressed open her legs wider and
slid down until his face was level with her sex.

"Oh no, don't do that," she groaned.

She'd go mad. She knew it.

It was obvious that he had no intention of listening to her. The next
thing she felt was his tongue sliding along her pussy and stopping
long enough to flicker against her clit. Farah gripped the side of
the bed and pressed her pelvis into him. He dragged his tongue back
along her pussy, making sure to go a little deeper while his fingers
explored even further.

"Please, Ted. I want to feel your cock inside me. I want all of you."
He raised up to his knees but kept his fingers drumming inside her,
his thumb massaging her clit faster. Her legs trembled like they had
a mind of their own.

"Please," she begged.

"You're an impatient little thing, aren't you."

"When it comes to you and me, right here and now? Hell yes!"

She grabbed for his hands and pulled him onto her.

"Like I said. I want you inside me."