Ecstasy (A Contemporary Romance) (2 page)

It pleased him immeasurably to know that Sara
was a virgin, and that she had been saving herself for him, for
their wedding night. He had waited so long for this night, for her
to finally grow up. Of course, even though he had spent the past
several years walking away from their chaste kisses and straight
into cold showers, he had been with his fair share of women. But he
always knew, no matter how good the sex was with these other women,
he was simply releasing pent-up steam and honing his skills for the
one woman who really mattered.

“
I am, sweetheart,” he said, stroking her
hand lightly with his own. “But first I want you to experience deep
pleasure.”

“
Oh, I have Evan. Your kisses are
incredible,” she sighed, trying to sit up so that she could kiss
him again.

Getting up onto one knee, he leaned towards
her and captured her mouth in a passionate, scintillating kiss.
“Kissing is only the beginning,” he said, promise in his eyes.

Sara opened her mouth into a darling “o” and
blushed prettily. “Should I be doing anything?” she asked
hesitantly, and Evan was touched by how much she wanted to please
him.

“
Oh my darling,” he said, pushing his
hands into her silky blond hair. “Just lay back against those
pillows and I’ll do the rest.” Kissing her again lightly, he said,
“And remember, there’s nothing to be afraid of, because I love you
and this is how I want to show you my love.”

Sara followed his instructions and lay back
against the pillows. He ran kisses down her neck and got caught up
in worshiping her breasts.

He marveled at the sensual picture she
presented. Her nipples were rosy and had formed into tight buds as
he neared them. Even the swell of her breasts had a delicate pink
flush, proving that she was as aroused as he was.

Cupping her breasts gently in his large
hands, Evan ran his thumbs over her taut nipples and blew warm air
across them. Sara gasped and he bent down to rain soft kisses all
over the soft, sweet flesh, making sure he stayed away from the
place she needed him to touch most. It wasn’t until she was
writhing on the bed in torment that he took pity on her and slowly
took one nipple into his mouth, swirling the nub with his tongue,
tasting her on his lips.

At that moment, Sara arched her back into
him, pushing her breast even more deeply into his mouth. He nearly
lost control of himself, more ready than ever to rip his clothes
off and mount her like a stallion. Pulling from a deeper well of
control than he knew he possessed, he continued to give loving
attention onto her other breast, making her moan with pleasure.

Moving lower, he nipped and kissed her
flushed skin across her tight belly, while running his hands up and
down her quivering thighs.

His attention was soon wholly focused on the
soft, wet mound before him.

Her blond, curly pubic hair was wet with her
juices, and her scent was intoxicating. He ran his open hand down
her stomach. Lightly, he slid his finger between her lips and then
slowly into her.

“
Evan,” she moaned, her head thrashing
back and forth on the bed.

“
Oh baby,” he said, his voice thick with
lust and emotion. “You have the sweetest pussy.”

He saw her eyes widen and slipped his finger
back out, and stood up partway to kiss her again.

“
You’re so beautiful. Am I making you feel
good?”

Blushing again, Sara replied, “I’ve never
felt like this before. Is it normal?”

Evan laughed softly and brushed the hair out
of her eyes. “What we have is amazing, baby. Trust me and I’ll take
you all the way to heaven.”

Sara swallowed, and then said, “I do trust
you.”

Laying her back down, he knelt between her
legs again. This time, he couldn’t help himself, and he leaned in
and tasted her wetness with his tongue.

She nearly bucked off of the bed, and he held
her thighs firmly with his hands to keep her pussy right where he
wanted it.

He plunged his tongue into her several times
before focusing on her swollen clitoris. Taking it into his mouth,
he swirled his tongue around once, slowly. Then, taking the utmost
care, he swirled it again. At a snail's pace, he teased her clit,
savoring every moment of his fantasy becoming real.

Sara grabbed his head to push his face down
harder into her mound and he knew she was on the verge of coming.
He abruptly changed tactics and flicked her clit rapidly and firmly
until she was crying out with joy, her spasms taking over her body
for a long while.

Evan stood to remove his clothes as quickly
as possible. He was greatly pleased when Sara pushed herself up
into sitting position and began to rip off his clothes in haste.
But once they had pulled off his slacks together and were taking
off his boxers, she stilled.

Looking up at him, she said, “I’m afraid,
Evan.”

Cupping her face in his hands, kissing her
thoroughly, getting her used to her own sweet taste, he said, “I
promise you, it will only hurt the first time. Only until you get
used to having me inside of you.”

Sara nodded and slowly reached for the
waistband of his boxers, pulling them down his hips with
excruciating slowness. When his shaft sprang free she gasped.

“
You’re so huge!” she exclaimed.

Evan chuckled softly, thrilled that she was
so impressed with his cock. “And I’m all yours,” he said as he took
her small, soft hand in his and wrapped it around his shaft.

“
Mmmm,” Sara said. “You’re hot too.” She
ran her hand up and down his length, getting used to the feel of
him.

But Evan couldn’t take any more teasing, so
he gently pushed her back into the silk sheets and leaned over her,
careful not to put too much of his weight onto her. Placing the
head of his cock between her pussy lips, he gently probed her
wetness.

The way Sara was writhing underneath him made
him want to ram into her without waiting even one more second, but
he wanted her first time to be perfect, so he governed his lust.
Pushing in no more than an inch, then two, he heard her swift
intake of breath and felt the barrier that guarded her most
precious gift.

Poised above her, gazing deeply into her
eyes, he said, “I never want to hurt you again,” and then forced
himself to push past her barrier, until he was practically touching
her womb.

She cried out softly in pain, but within
moments he knew her virgin’s muscles had adjusted to the feel of
him as she began to rock her hips back and forth in an age-old
rhythm of love.

Her body eagerly swallowed his cock and Evan
lost all control, pumping hard and fast into her. Beneath him, Sara
met every thrust and together they cried out in a magical
simultaneous orgasm.

For Evan and Sara, their wedding night was
the beginning of a lifetime of love, better than anything they
could have ever conjured up in their dreams.

Candace finished reading the final words of
her chapter and looked up at the faces of her new writing group
expectantly. The silence was heavy in the library meeting room. She
couldn’t miss the shocked expressions on the faces of her fellow
writers.

Several people cleared their throats, and to
get the ball rolling Candace said, “I’d love to get some feedback
on the ending of my story. I just wrote it yesterday, so it feels
pretty fresh to me.”

Sixty long, painful seconds ticked by before
one of the older ladies spoke up. “Candace, I’m not sure about the,
ahem, appropriateness of the passage you just read us.”

“The appropriateness? It’s erotica. I’d say a
sex scene is pretty appropriate.” She searched the eyes of the
other members of the group for some support, but found none.

Exasperated, she said, “I thought I made
myself very clear with all of you before joining this group. I
write erotica. Explicit romantic fiction. That means there’s sex in
it. And you all said you were okay with it.”

Right as a man and woman excused themselves
from the room, a forty-ish man spoke up. “I thought it was an
excellent passage, Candace. You perfectly captured your hero’s deep
feelings for the heroine.”

“Thank you,” Candace said, flashing a smile
at him, but before she could feel better about her evening, an old
biddy who had just contributed a story about her cat said, “I will
not stand for such smut! I think we should take a vote right now.
Who here wants to listen to this trashy porn?”

Only the middle-aged man half-raised his
hand, giving Candace a sheepish grin, and she had the awful feeling
that he was only voting for her because he thought she was
easy.

Looking smug, the ringleader asked, “And who
wants her to leave immediately?”

Everyone else raised their hands while their
eyes shot daggers at her.

“Fine,” Candace said, calmly slipping her
papers back into her leather satchel. Swinging it up onto her
shoulder she stood and left the room without a backwards
glance.

She was none too surprised when she heard
footsteps behind her in the hallway and turned to see her one
supporter hurrying to catch up with her.

“Candace,” he said, slightly out of breath.
“I feel terrible about this.”

“I’m sure you do,” she said, a slight twinge
of bitterness lacing her words.

“Even though this didn’t work out, I was
hoping that, ah, maybe I could take you out for dinner next
Saturday.”

Candace acted like she was considering his
words carefully. Forcing a coy look onto her face she asked, “Is
that all you want from me?”

Giving her a sleazy smile, he leaned in until
she could smell his bad breath, and said, “I’m game for helping you
try out some of your new scenes, any time you want.”

Candace worked hard to keep her hands firmly
at her sides. He wasn’t the first guy she’d wanted to slap, and he
wouldn’t be the last. From between gritted teeth she said, “I don’t
know why every guy who meets me thinks all I want to do is fuck his
brains out simply because I write erotica. Because I wouldn’t have
sex with you if you were the last man on earth.”

Clearly upset by her slam, he looked her up
and down and disdainfully said, “Then maybe you should stop begging
for it, you slut,” then ran back down the hall to the meeting room,
slamming the door behind him.

Standing in the hallway, stunned by her
latest bad experience, Candace heard the distinct sounds of
lovemaking coming from the women’s bathroom. A minute later, the
two people who had left the room right after she read her chapter
emerged, clothes in slight disarray, and sneaked back off towards
the meeting room, thinking no one was the wiser.

Candace smiled momentarily. “I guess that
means it was a good chapter,” she said. But then, falling
despondent again over the difficulties of her new writing
direction, she added, “At least some people are having a good
night.”

Trying not to be too down about the events of
the evening, she headed out for her car and another lonely night
curled up on her couch with a paperback, where she could dream
about having a perfect life, like the characters in her favorite
books.

Candace stood underneath the huge “Sensual
Writer’s Conference” banner and took a deep breath. As soon as she
walked through the double glass doors she would officially be
entering into her new life. Instead of continuing to write young
adult stories, where sex was never allowed to enter into the
storyline, today she was officially going to make the jump into the
world of erotica, where the only limit was how far a writer wanted
to go. Practically nothing was forbidden.

Now, if she could just muster up the nerve to
walk through those damn double doors.

She tried not to be too hard on herself.
After all, anytime anyone made a career change they were bound to
have some butterflies in their stomach. Unfortunately, what Candace
was feeling went far beyond butterflies. More like huge ravens
flying around inside of her, picking at her innards.

A middle-aged woman brushed past her and
hurried inside the conference hall. Candace knew it was now or
never—time to either bite the bullet and commit to doing the work
she loved, or to wimp out by continuing to write the same old
stories she’d been pumping out since college.

“If she can do it, I can do it,” Candace told
herself firmly. She squared her shoulders, fluffed up her orange
curls with one hand and set off for the door.

Candace was so focused on her goal, on making
it past the threshold of her current comfort level, she didn’t see
the attractive, muscular man who was just about to step through the
doorway. They collided as Candace bumped into him in a particularly
graceless way, the full-body impact knocking them both to the
floor. Candace tried to catch her breath as she lay in a heap atop
the stranger.

Absolutely mortified by her clumsiness,
Candace scrambled to get up off the man, but not before she became
aware of the firm muscles of his butt, back and shoulders rippling
beneath her.

Overcome by both embarrassment and a rare
jolt of lust, she blathered on and on without being able to stop
herself. “Oh! I’m so sorry! I can’t believe I didn’t see you and
then I walked right into you and then I fell onto you and now we’re
on the ground and are you okay?”

Pushing himself up on his palms and then
spinning around so that he was sitting on the cement floor, the
stranger gave her a devastating smile. Brushing the dust off of his
slacks, he stood up and said, “I’m just fine, thanks.”

Candace was bowled over by the dimple in his
left cheek and could do little else but gape.

“Besides,” he added with a mischievous glint
in his eyes, “who wouldn’t want to have a gorgeous woman lying on
top of him first thing in the morning?”