Shivering Intoxication

Just a look into his eyes I shiver, anticipation
I'm feeling his warmth from across the room
A simple thought of a gentle kiss, intoxication
I hope that he catches my naked hint soon
Walking by with a wink and a smile, alteration
Then he looks at me, smiles and swoons

Grabbing me from behind
Whispering what he wants to do
I lean back into his embrace
His hands gently touches my face

I shiver again in anticipation
Turning slowly his hands never leaving me
Wrapped, he stares into my eyes
There's he, and here's me
Shivering, Intoxicated!

Ambushed

Together, hand and hand, running down dreams
Anchoring love in addicting passionate screams
Together, at twilight's touch, we begin mingle
He searches in darkness, touching, leaving hints of a tingle
Perspiring under each other’s chaotic smother
Feeling this way, I know there will never be another
And as he stumbles across my sweet profound spot
Interlinked in seduction, not wanting to stop
We’re cajoled at each other’s breath upon skin
Breaking levels of barriers, the world has penned
Dusted with droplets of our lover’s affection
Ultimately releasing in the unquestioned connection.

Excerpt #2 -- The Rite of the Angel

He really did want Lieutenant Short to have a wonderful life. In the meantime he wondered if he would ever get the opportunity to work with him again. He enjoyed the male companionship, he had been working with Gina for over a year, now he was her boss. She was definitely not going to like that little fact.

“Busy?” She was standing in the doorway of his office.

“Hey,” he said getting up and almost running to the door.

“Well looks like you are happy to see me.” She replied.

“Of course I am. Why would you think differently?” Simon asked.

“I have not been gone that long.” She offered.

“True, but long enough.”

Simon sat down at his desk again, with the case solved he could not believe that he was already bored. He had not so much as gone out of his office to the bathroom the entire morning.

“Is that right?” She said. She sat on the edge of his desk.

“That is definitely right.”

“So there was not a copycat serial killer after all. Parkview came by yesterday and filled me in.”

“No just two little girls being haunted by the father they believed to be their uncle.”

“Yeah heard about that too. And Short?”

“Left not too long ago, back to the MBI.”

“Boss lady gone yet?” Gina asked.

“Yeah I think she packed everything before she came to see you. I'm sure she will be back to say goodbye though.”

“Yeah I'm sure too. So Sergeant we never got the time to discuss what happened between us.” Simon smiled at her, he got out of his chair, closed and locked the door and shut the blinds. He sat back down and smiled at her.

“Well I have time to talk now.” Castle said.

“Don't put me on the spot Sergeant.” She giggled.

“Hey you wanted to talk about it, so lets talk about it.” Castle fumbled with some papers on his desk pretending to work.

“I don't really want to talk about it.” Gina admitted.

“Okay we don't have to talk about it.” Simon replied.

“You have an answer for everything don't you?” She asked.

“No I don't.”

Gina did not bother to speak again, she leaned down and grabbed Simon's tie and pulled him closer. As their lips met he shivered, she gave him a 'you are welcome' smile between kisses. Their tongues danced with vigor massaging, searching, neither of them knowing exactly what to do with their hands. Finally he decided to place his hands on her thighs. Now it was her turn to shiver. He did not bother smiling a welcome, he pushed his chair back and took off his suit jacket. She helped him undo his belt and within seconds his pants were down around his ankles. She stood up from his desk and immediately dropped down. He followed her with his eyes. She looked up at him as she took him in her mouth. He moaned loudly, and she tried to smile again but he was already too big and rapidly growing with each movement. She let him drop out of her mouth just long enough to push him back in the chair. At the last minute he had to grab hold of the desk to catch himself. The rolling chair almost rolled out from underneath him. They laughed quietly. She took him in her mouth again once she made sure he was more comfortable. He was not sure what to do with his hands again. He always hated when men in porn movies forced their partners head down on them. The gagging noise was never a turn on, in fact the thought almost made him gag. He ran his fingers through her hair. He was hard in her mouth and to Gina it seemed like he would never stop growing and although that was definitely a good thing, she was almost scared.

She stood up in front of him and undress, he reached out and touch different parts of her body. Her stomach, flat and smooth looked like caramel. Her thighs looked warm and strong, her legs muscular but not overly so. He stood up and ran his hand over the scratches that were still on her neck. He gave her a look of concern and she shrug. He kissed each scratch softly his hand caressing her naked ass. Her breath got heavier in his ear. She gently this time, pushed him back in to the chair and climb on top of him. Slowly she sat down on all of him. He filled her perfectly. She moaned loudly but neither of them laughed. She moved slowly like a snake dancing on top of him. He thought about how she would look up against a stripper pole and Gina could feel him still hardening inside of her.

She continued to move as slowly as possible. She wanted to drive him crazy. His hands were working their way up and down her body, he grabbed hold of her hips and tried to force her to move faster. She smiled at him, not giving him the pleasure of controlling it. When he tried again, she climbed off of him. She stood back and she enticed him with movements he never knew her body could make. She was doing yoga, lifting one leg up towards the sky giving him a glimpse of the wet hot spot he was longing for. He stood up and she released her leg, walking around the desk.

“I'm not going to chase you.” He said.

“We will see, won't we?” She replied and sure enough he came around the desk, she went to the other side and he followed her. He quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her closely to him.

“Why are you running?”

“I'm not running. I just want to take things really slow.”

“Is that right, you know I can play the teasing game too.” He said. She turned around and grabbed him, tightly but not so much that it hurt. She began stroking him slowly.

“Lets see it then, tease me.” Gina said stroking him faster.

“Okay, you got me Detective, now fuck me.” He held her ass tight afraid she was going to run away again. When she wiggled away, she smiled and turned around.

He entered her from behind, she moaned so loudly that he stopped for a moment to make sure no one would knock on his door. She reached back and pulled him closer by the tie. He kissed her back as he made love to her. She moaned the harder he moved, he moan as she was grinding back onto him. Just before they were both about to explode she pushed him away.

“What are you doing?” He asked as she started to get dressed. “Gina I get it, you want to tease me, believe you have done your job. Get back over here. Come on baby please.”

“You know I love when a man begs.” She said.

She did not say a word after that, she just got dress and left him standing there naked and looking silly. He was in shock that she had stopped in the middle of making love. Neither of them had to be at the station today and she knew that if she did not get him to go home he would not. So she quietly unlocked the door and turned around and smiled at him.

“We can finish this, but you have to find me first Sergeant. I promise I will make it worth your while.” She blew him a kiss and left his office.

He quickly ran over – his manhood bobbing up and down as he did – to lock the door. He got dressed as quickly and left the office. In his car he went back and forth over whether or not he should grab a bag from his home now or leave Gina's house tonight and have to return home before going to the station in the morning. Would she even let him stay the night again? Or would she make him leave? He wondered if she was just playing him or could he be reading the signs correctly, were they falling in love? When she called him that night she had said she wanted him, she knew he would come, she knew she could have him, will she have him forever? The scene went on over and over in his mind.

He went home to grab a bag of clothes but was surprised to find her at his place instead of hers. She was already undress, still breathing heavy, she knew he would be right behind her. She was starting the shower when he entered the bedroom. He could see her naked body, still warm, even more wet. He undressed and joined her. Making love to Gina the first time had been all that he wanted and more. His town was safe but having her as his from now on? That would make his life worth living even more.

Excerpt --- The Rite of the Angel

In bed Gina closed her eyes and thought about her new partner's body pressed up against hers in the bathroom at the station. She wondered if he would ever think about her in this way. She wanted to comfort him but at the same time devour him too. His cologne waft through her body like pepper spray, making her weak to his male defenses. She wanted him. Her hand traveled down her stomach to the warm and wet place between her legs. Her body jerked with each movement. She wanted him. She stopped, picked up the phone on her nightstand and dialed the number.

“Come over now,” she said simply before hanging up again.

Just a half hour later she answered the door in her thong and small tee shirt. She grabbed him by his tie and pulled him in the bedroom. She wanted him. Gina undressed him, listening to the buttons as the fell to the floor. His dress pants unzipped and down around his ankles. She pulled her shirt up over her head and rubbed his chest.

“What is wrong?” He asked, his eyes wide as he took in every inch of her body.

“I want you!” She declared out loud for the first time, as they both fell back onto the bed.

His cock was pressed against her leg, growing with every second passing. She never wanted someone so bad. The room was dark, the bed soft, his body hard on top of her. They touched and teased, their lips caressing and sucking, biting on each others. She grabbed his hand and lead it down between her legs. She was wet, and it made him gasp for air feeling her wetness on his fingertips. His hand slid easily from the lubrication. She moaned as they continued to tease each other. He slid his hand out, spreading her legs at the same time and with one swift motion, they both moaned as he entered her.

She let herself go. She allowed him to use her body because at the moment she did not want to feel nothing but the pleasure that making love offered her. She wanted to feel wanted and loved, whether he did or not. He moved well, his warm breath on her neck sent a stinging sensation down her body. She spread her legs as far as she could before wrapping them around his body, still hard up against hers. He nibbled her ear, and moan in to it almost as rhythmically as his movements were. Nothing to them mattered at this moment. The phone rang but they did not bother to stop. The clock ticked on the nightstand but they did not hear it. Only the sounds of their moaning kept them going. If one of them would moan louder they would move faster. Her body was contracting against his, his body pounding in to hers.

He slowed down, kissing her neck and traveling down to her breasts. He bit hard, as hard as he thought she could take. He wrapped his hand around her throat and pushed himself lower. He licked, he bit and sucked every part of her in. When he arrived between her legs, she held her breath. His tongue was hot against her skin. He darted his tongue in and out of her, he tasted, he devoured her as much as he could before rising and plunging back in to her hard. They made love until both of them were spent and even then they did not want to stop. She fell asleep in his arms, feeling vulnerable, a feeling she wasn't quite aware she knew how to feel. When she woke up in the morning he was gone. Had she just imagined making love to him? Did she lack so much self control that she could not handle herself in times of sexual release? Had she just made the worst mistake of her career?

Sweet Treat

A sweetness, soft and pure

Lingering in my mind

Tasting like a heartfelt cure

What a awesome find!

It's wet, wild and full of surprises

More then just a sweet

It's warmth will cluster you senses

A succulent treat!

With a drizzle of honey

Lets not forget the whipped cream

A few flicks of the tongue baby

And watch how your skin will gleam!

Breathing in the scented oils

Making love by a candles glow

Our bodies begin to boil

As orgasm after orgasm flows!

If Only

His lips lingered on the back of my neck
Warm breath dancing gracefully across caramel skin
The moistness of his tongue left a chill
Both bodies trembled with love
His hands neatly pinched clever hips
Dancing up against one another
As fingertips lightly brush my navel
Another moment my eyes would close
And I'd scream on the inside at the flames
Locked knees would weaken at the sound of his voice
And my heart will beat patiently waiting for the next move
The feeling of growth and wetness collide in minds alike
And I silently want more
He would know what I am thinking
And offer me more than I can handle
His control takes me to places never reached
At peak he would slow his pace and whisper softly
And then bring me back into his soul
I would collapse under pleasure in excitement
At his trembles my hands will dance across his back
Leaving streaks of paradise
Tight lips sucked on by each other
I would drown in his beauty
And be reborn in his eyes
As we danced in a sweaty embrace
When illumination peeked through closed doors
Candles would have fallen to ashes
And sensual oils soaked into soft skin
Eyes would not find rest unless opened
Lips will be chapped from an endless night
And the dramatic hearts would never settle
We would finally fall asleep in arms enclosed
My head on his chest
His hand on my breast
Both rising, falling, still pleading
It's here that I awake
And realize that it was my soul
Pleading 'if only'

The Melting

Come discover the mystery; of love everlasting.
The way to her heart is simple.
Spend hours on odd parts, covering every inch gently;
find out her in betweens, following the curves of her thighs.
Can he douse that fire?
Starting with the rise of her breasts, a burning inferno;
leaving her mingling wet with sweat, and waiting more of him.
As she watches him discover her, she trembles excited.
She wants to be apart of him.
He let her brush her tongue there; to taste the sweetness of his juice.
Breath heavy with passion and moaning becomes louder.
Their eyes closed; twitch with love.
Then their bodies begin melting; she and he became them.

Lover's Quake

Lighting the candles, everything unplugged.
Flower petals spread, nothing being worn.
There are no secrets.
A nightstand of oil; drenched with lavender,
The bubbles floating, as the moon ascends.
Yearning for release, a wild fantasy.
By steady breathing; as hours escape.
Bodies are mangled, and lubricated.
As craving eyes tear; smiles dance across lips.
With a warm embrace; a sigh of beauty and trembles are near.
Releases pressure.
In a lover’s quake.

A Heart's Hypothesis

As lovers unite in a magical embrace,
and hearts beat faster with each hand felt trace.
Words unspoken were aired with intentional grace;
leaving only the removal of lace.

Breathing becomes panting in the midst of night’s hush;
bodies shiver with glowing skin now flush.
Coupled souls ceaselessly caress in lover’s lush;
no expectations not even a crush.

But is this an invasion of a lover’s dream?
Or maybe a message within that gleams?
No matter it leads her heart to romantic themes.
An astonishing fantasy it seems.

Rapture

There was quiet undertone,
fingertips brushed against skin.
Shivers and vibrations,
caused fires within.
Glances into each others eyes,
With the meeting of moist lips.
Hair fell across shoulders,
With movement of hips.
There was a forfeit of rapture,
as he pawed at her backside.
Euphoric of heaven,
no sweet touch denied.
Bodies influenced with loves sweat,
obliging each others needs.
Relinquishment of breath,
and lust’s hunger feeds.