The Mysterious Mr. Cain

The Mysterious Mr. Cain

I was raised around people who coud see beyond the veil into the realm of the supernatural. In New Orleans, my neighborhood had old folks who told fortunes, cast spells, threw tricks, and filled mojo bags with herbs and bones and megical charms. So, being able to peer into a scrying bowl or reading palms or cards was nothing new for me.
My Mom is psychic - she always knew much more than she should. I could never get away with anything - and I mean anything. Now, we aren't talking about mere women's intuition or a mothers insight, dear friend - the night I was about to give my virginity away to an undeserving college jock she interrupted our sexual liason THREE times. After the first interruption, I turned off my cell phone - after the second, I took the land line off the hook and the third time she called the JOCK'S phone. This is what she said - 'whatever you're doing STOP!. We finally took the hint and my hymen stayed intact for a later date and a more heroic lover.
She also dreamed dreams that came to pass and was a good discerner of truth. So, what I'm saying is that this stuff was second nature to me. Not that I was gifted - I can't see or know anything other than what's plain as the nose on your face. But, I am certainly not a skeptic.
When my Mom remarried, she wed a Texas rancher and we moved to central Texas. He became my pop and I became his child and heir. He has always been good to me. But, he was the type that if he couldn't see it or touch it - it didn't exist. Pop and Mom were married 18 years before she passed away. Not too long ago, Pop came to me and told me that several of his cows were missing and he suspected foul play. He had brought out the authorites but no clues as to the whereabouts of the cattle could be found. I told him that we needed to try an alternative method to recover the cows.
True to my heritage, I suggested that we visit Mr. Cain. He had been a friend of my mom's. She had always been kind to him. He was old as the hills, blind as a bat and only had one leg - but he was gifted. He could read cards and tell you anything you wanted to know. Pop was reluctant but he gave in to me because he loved me. I drove him out to Cain's ramshackle old house by the railroad track and we got out. It felt funny. He didn't have much use for light - so there wasn't much - and the place smelled as much like Crown Royal as any bar I've ever been in.
Mr. Cain was gracious and invited us in and asked us what he could do to serve us. Pop grimaced, but he told Cain that we had a couple of cows missing. Pop didn't say how many nor did he describe the cows. Cain sat down and laid his cards out and waved his hands over them and looked at them close - eyes all scrunched up. My Pop was fidgeting and fretting and wishing he was anywhere else. Finally, Mr. Cain looked up and said - "the black and white one will come home, she'll be injured - she's been hung up on something. And as for the red bull - you'll never see him again." Pop looked at Cain funny, stood up and walked out - leaving it to me to cover his palm with cash and thank him for his trouble.
On the way home, Pop was quiet. Finally, he looked at me and said - "You didn't tell that old dried up shyster what cattle were missing did you?"
I laughed and reminded him that he hadn't told me - how could I?
Two days later the red and white cow came home - her tail was almost severed after being hung up in a gate or something. The red bull never showed up. Several months after that Pop was asked by one of the hands about his visit to the mysterous Mr. Cain. All he had to say was, "I wonder where that old keister had my cow and bull shut up at?"
Some people can't be convinced of the reality of the supernatural - I am not one of them.

Here's an excerpt from my paranormal erotic: "Sweet Evangeline" where Evangeline peers into the black waters looking for the face of the man of her dreams.'

The book can be found on my website - sablehunter.com

The class assignment had been to create the perfect man.
As a witch, she should have known better. But it had been so much fun.
No, this wasn’t Hogwarts. The project was for a final grade in the Advanced Sculpting Class at the University of Texas in Austin. And since Evangeline had all of these powers just lying around, she decided to cheat. If she were going to sculpt the perfect man, she wanted it to be her perfect man. After all, it was somewhat a tradition for the women in the Beaureguarde clan to seek out the face of their beloved. Her grandmother, Nanette had seen her grandfather’s face in the waters from an old well that had been dug by slaves down in New Iberia Parish, near Bayou Teche. Why shouldn’t she? All she wanted to do was look. There couldn’t possibly be any harm in that. Could there?
The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. Up to this point in her life, men had just not been a factor. Despite what some would call her wild pagan ways, Evangeline was an old-fashioned girl. She was a romantic. As pathetic as it might sound, she was saving herself for the man of her dreams. And so far, he had kept himself very well hidden. Now, that she had decided to tempt herself with his face, she couldn’t think of anything else. The Summer Solstice was at hand and according to her Book of Shadows, there was no better time.

God, she was hot! She stood in the dark and listened to the creaking of the old house as it settled on its piers. Living off campus hadn’t been a mistake, she needed the room for her sculpting. But still, the nights were almost unbearable. It was the incessant heat! Austin was under a heat wave advisory and the air conditioning did little to cool the poorly insulated house. But that wasn’t the heat that kept Evangeline Martel awake, it was the heat of desire that flowed through her body.
Evangeline cast a circle and then sat down in the middle of it. Despite her initial enthusiasm, this had not been an easy decision. Evangeline knew that love spells were not to be taken lightly. Through the years, she had seen lonely women come to her grandmother, seeking assistance in finding true love or holding on to a man who was ready to pull up stakes and move on. Love spells could back-fire on you. So, Evangeline had to be very careful.
He was out there. She could feel him. Their paths had not crossed; she would have known, she would have recognized him. And she longed to see his face. Tonight, she would.
Sipping a tea made from orange peel and meadowsweet, she closed her eyes and willed herself into a trance like state. Holding her palms upward, she hummed - just a couple of notes - a melodic, poignant repetition that settled her mind and opened her spirit to the powers that surrounded her. When she felt that she had made a connection to the Goddess, she lit a red candle and uncovered the black scrying mirror that lay before her.
Placing her hands over the mirror, but not touching the surface she began to speak.
“Mirror of power, show me his face
Show me my true love, through time and space
Bring me his image, revealed in your light
Share with me, your vision, bring him to my sight.
Slowly, she moved her hands away. At first the surface of the mirror was smooth, but then - it was as if it became fluid and a mist seemed to rise from the depths of the blackness. A light began to glow from deep within the reflection. Evangeline’s heart began to race and her blood was rushing so fast that it roared in her ears. She leaned over the mirror, her long dark hair creating an ebony curtain on either side of her face. “Come on sweetheart, let me see you,” she spoke to him as if he could hear her.
A form began to appear. It moved closer, slowly, as if coming from a long distance. Evangeline closed her eyes, willing him to come to her. “Come on, baby, I’ve waited for you so long.” She opened her eyes. And gasped.
An image was in the mirror. It was a man, and he . . .was . . .beautiful. No human being should be so perfect. “Please, let him be real.” she prayed. He didn’t look real. He looked like an angel. Angel. Until she had a name, that was what she would call him. Hair of gold, eyes of green, a body that Adonis would die for, and he would be hers? “Come to me, love. I can’t wait to hold you.” Her grandmother would faint at the sacrilege, but Evangeline couldn’t help herself, she bent down and kissed the surface of the scrying mirror. Because right now, it was as close as she could get.

Evangeline Martel could never leave well enough alone. Now, that she had seen Angel, she wanted him. As her hands fashioned the clay, they itched to touch his skin. As her fingers molded his muscles, they longed to knead into his flesh. She had it bad. If she were a regular girl, she would have sighed with longing and endured. But she wasn’t. What was the use of possessing ancient tomes of wisdom if they just lay on the shelf to catch dust?
On the second floor of the small house that she rented, Evangeline had made a ‘craft room’. The thought had made her laugh. So many Martha Stewart wannabe’s had craft rooms filled with hot glue guns, paper cutters, beads and such. However, her craft room was different. It was full of herbs, oils, gemstones and candles. A rug lay on the floor that was inscribed with a circle. Next to the window, a small altar sat that held her bell, her Book of Shadows and a beautiful pentagram carved from a sacred oak. Bookshelves lined the walls, each level laden down with books concerning the craft. The types of magick represented were myriad - there was Celtic, Hoodoo, Voodoo, and Santeria - even Egyptian. There were books on the magical uses of herbs and the proper way to use crystals. Far Eastern knowledge was also represented with books on Reiki and chakras. If a spell was needed, Evangeline had no excuse.
Sitting on the floor, she thumbed through a likely volume. Yes, here it was. ’How To Call Your Dream Lover To You’. Perfect.

Evangeline lay alone in her bed and longed for a man.
Not just any man would do, it had to be him. She closed her eyes and willed him to come to her. She wasn’t dreaming, she wasn’t even asleep. Evangeline was wide-awake and desperately hungry for his touch. Her eyes went to the closed door of her bedroom. She imagined that it opened slowly.
Someone was standing there, in the shadows.
‘Oh Goddess, please let it be him,’ she breathed. Then, the figure stepped forward and her body began to tingle. It was Angel! He had heard her heart’s cry. He had come.
Her eyes devoured him. His chest and shoulders were massive, yet he was lean and hard and muscled to perfection. A pair of jeans, low slung, covered powerful thighs and tight hips. But what caused the cleft between her legs to dew with excitement was the blatant evidence of his desire for her. Angel was immensely aroused, his erection straining the threads that kept it bound.
She came to her knees on the bed and held her hand out to him, pleading for him to come closer. Her dark blue eyes, the color of the Caribbean Sea at twilight, locked with eyes of the deepest forest green. “Angel, I need you so.” At first glance, his face appeared hard and unyielding, with high cheekbones and a strong jaw line. But his lips were sensuous and when he smiled at her, a hint of a dimple next to his mouth made her want to probe the tiny well with her tongue.
“Do you want me, love?” he asked, already sure of her answer. He came to her, placing one knee on the bed next to her, pulling her body close to his. Evangeline’s breathing grew ragged. She clung to him, pressing her needy breasts to his rock-hard chest.
“I am desperate for you, ” she confessed. She let her tongue play over his chest, circling his nipples, nipping at the defined pecs. Her hands were not still. She feverishly caressed his shoulders, slid her palms down his arms, around his waist and up his back. He moaned his enjoyment, his hands cupping her hips, kneading. Pulling her tightly against him, his own hips begin to buck slowly against her, pushing rhythmically, letting her know that being inside of her was all he could think about..
Breaking the embrace, she pulled her own gown over her head, anxious to feel his hot skin rub against her own fevered body. “Take these off,” she urged, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, pushing them down his hips. Her hands cupped him through the cotton briefs, tracing the living evidence of his manhood. “I love how your cock jumps in my hand.” In answer to her caress, he ripped the jeans and briefs from his legs, giving her full access to all that he was. She pushed him back on the bed and knelt over him. “I can’t get enough of you.” She took him in her hand, marveling at the length and breadth of him. “You are so thick. I cannot tell you much I want you to push deep inside of me, stretching me, filling me. I ache for you.” He tried to sit up, anxious to do what her words described. But she would not have it, not yet. She took him in her hand, rubbing him up and down, letting her other hand gently massage his sac, a growl escaping from his lips as she teased his round, hard balls. She couldn’t keep her mouth off him. He tasted salty, musky, and manly. Her tongue tickled the head of his penis. But that wasn’t enough. He pushed it up toward her lips, and she gave him what he longed for. She took as much of him into her mouth as she could, letting her tongue and lips feast on him. Setting a pace that was designed to drive him mad, she moved her mouth up and down his rod until he lifted her from him, laid her back and rose over her.
“Are you ready for me?” He cupped her vulva, the creamy wetness that he found a testimony to her excitement.
“Completely.” Evangeline closed her eyes, lifted her hips and relished the exquisite thrill that rushed through her when he began to enter her trembling depths. “Oh, Angel - I’ve dreamed of this for so long!” She flexed her inner muscles, drawing him deeper, hungrily pulling him in, until he was buried completely - their joining a merging of minds and hearts, as well as bodies. “How does this feel?” she asked as she undulated her hips, milking his shaft with the contractions of her vagina.
“Amazing.” He leaned over her, drinking from her lips, scorching her neck with hot, wet kisses, and then blazing a trail from the hollow of her throat to the peak of a plump, swollen nipple that throbbed with need. He wet her nipple with his tongue, then blew his heated breath on it, causing it to thrust upward seeking his attention. “Do you want me to suck them, love?”
“Oh, please.” He gave her relief; opening his lips wide, taking as much of her breast into his mouth as he could. Then he began to pull on the areola, creating a mind-blowing suction that spiraled directly to her clitoris, forcing a groan from her lips. He laved the swollen bud with his tongue, and then he began to move. In and out, in and out, increasing the rhythm until she was mad with sensation. He held her up, moved to her other breast and gave it the same heart-melting attention. All the while, he was plunging, pumping, rocking, thrusting, pleasuring her until she arched off the bed and shuddered in unspeakable ecstasy.
The contractions of her climax went on and on, spurring him toward an explosion of heat and light. “Oh, Angel - I love you so.” She held her arms up to him, ready to draw him down for a sweet, deep kiss.
But her hands closed over nothingness. He was not there, he never had been.

“Holy Shit!” Eric McAllister woke up from the wettest dream he had ever had. Lord, you’d think he was sixteen years old, again. Damn! To be honest, he had never had a dream like this at sixteen or since then. He looked down at himself and the sheets. Laughing at his predicament, he began extricating himself from his bed linens. Cum was everywhere, he had exploded in the most thunderous orgasm of his life. Desperately, he tried to hang on to the feeling, to the touch of those hands, to the velvety rasp of her tongue. God in heaven, she had been the hottest lay in he had ever - - - and it had all been a dream.

BIG DICKS FROM ARKANSAS

Now, don't go crazy on me. It's not what you think - well, it is - but, it isn't. You see this is one of my grandmother's saying. She is 93 years old and when she was young, she heard someone talking about so-and-so being a 'big dick' from Arkansas. She never forgot it. Now,anytime she thinks about somebody being important - she calls him a big dick from Arkansas.
I write erotic romances and have eight releases under my belt. My grandmother reads them all. The other day she asked me if all of my heroes had big dicks. I laughed at her and admitted that 'yes' they did. She looked at me over her spectacles and said that it was probably a good idea because who would want to read a romance novel about a man who had a little dick.
My grandmother critiques my stories and in the beginning she was not so happy about all the sex scenes. She has mellowed out somewhat - even though the oral sex part is not her favorite. My graphic descriptions of luscious blow-jobs is not her cup of tea. But, let me tell you this. Not long ago we went somewhere together. At one point, it was too cold for her to get out of the car and I handed her a book to read to entertain herself. Now, it wasn't one of mine. I won't tell you whose it was - but it was on the New York Times best seller list. I left her reading and went to do my errands. When I came back, I found that she had tossed the book over on my side of the car and it was lying in the floor board. I
took that as a sign that she didn't like the book too much. I asked her what the problem was - now, get this. She said that it wasn't spicy enough for her. I almost died. This was the woman who had intially wanted me to write Christian romances. I laughed at her and told her that she had been reading too many of my stories. She said that I was probably right - that she liked - now get this - she liked stories with big dicks and happy ending. I laughed till I cried.
Big dicks and happy endings. I told the woman who does my computer work about that and she said we ought to incorporate and call our company BD&HE - Big Dicks and Happy Endings. Could anything be more perfect? Now, my grandmother's definition of a happy ending is not the standard masseuse table definition. She literally means that a 'happy ending' is a sweet love story that ends with the hero and heroine riding off into the sunset together. One of my favorite Elvis songs is 'Happy Endings'. I have always pictured myself speaking at a Romance Writer's of America Convention on the topic of - let's say 'big dicks and happy endings' and finishing the speech by breaking into song - - - "Happy Endings. . . Happy Endings - Give me a story with a Happy Ending. When boy meets girl and then - they never part again - but live forever happily - like you and me. If you don't know the song - you should - go buy an Itunes version. There's no one and nothing like Elvis.
Anyway - my grandmother has a unique way of looking at things. She's reading one of my books right now - I'm watching her read as she eats Doritios - she chuckles every once in a while and when she does, I know she's come to one of the big dick parts.



Here's an excerpt for you from "Heart in Chains" - my novel of a Texas Ranger with a big dick
- but he's not from Arkansas
Buy link - http://sablehunter.com/heartinchains.html
Aliyah jerked awake. She had been touched! Every battle instinct that she had went on red alert. Slipping the knife from her thigh, she flipped her attacker onto his back and held him at her mercy. With one slight move she had the knife right where it could do the most good. The tip end of it nestled at the base of a tender sac - the only thing saving her nemesis was his thin BVD‘s.
About two seconds later, she was awake enough to realize that it was Ty she had way-laid. She remembered where she was and how she got there. Still, opportunity was knocking and Aliyah was nothing if not resourceful. A quick thinker, she decided to play the hand she had been dealt. “All right, Ranger Landon. Do I have your attention?”

Well, good Lord! Did she have his attention? Hell, yeah! She had a knife to his balls. “Undivided.” Better his attention be undivided than his nuts be shelled. “I’m sort of attached to my business, baby.” Even though she pretended to be threatening to castrate him; Ty was harder than ever. She was spread over him like icing on a cake and he could feel her unfettered breasts molding tenderly to his chest. He didn’t know what this was all about, but he did know that she wouldn’t hurt him “What did I do to get your dander up?”
“You must have touched me in your sleep. This is how I react when I’m startled out of my slumber.” She could feel his cock pressing against her. It was hard and throbbing. What if he had been like this all night? Poor baby. Mustering up her courage, she decided to make the most of the situation. “I will do you no permanent damage; if you cooperate.” She kissed him on the end of the nose. It was almost dark in the room; but she could still see his face quiet clearly. To say he looked surprised, was putting it lightly. “You are a living doll, Ranger. Would you like to be my man?”

He chuckled, realizing she was turning the tables on him. With complete disregard for the sharp blade pressed to his twig and berries, and with an effortless twist of his body, Ty rolled her over until he had her pressed securely into the mattress beneath him. “The knife wasn’t necessary, sweetheart, there’s nothing I’d rather be than your man.” Aliyah was careful not to stick him as she pulled the knife from between them. Instead of using it on him, she threw it to the floor. For this she needed both hands. Edging one knee and one leg out from under him, Aliyah put an arm around his neck as if she were about to pull him down for a kiss. Instead, she applied unexpected pressure to a few strategically placed nerves - and flipped the two hundred fifty plus pounds of cowboy to his back. Now, she was on top - astraddle an erection as big and hard as an iron pipe. “Oh, baby!” He laughed. “I’m going to enjoy playing with you.” With slow, caressing movements, he slipped his hands under her tank top. Her skin was as soft as the softest silk, “What did you have in mind, Ah-Lee-Ah?” Right now, he would take a long run on a short pier - anything to get a piece of her. “I’m yours for the taking.”
Moving slightly, she took hold of his hands, pulling them away from the bare skin of her back. She didn’t want him to find the scars - couldn’t bear to see the look of disgust and rejection on his face when he realized exactly who she was and what she’d had to do to survive. Kissing him across his brow, down the bridge of his nose, Aliyah trembled on top of him. “This is for the good of the mission. Our sexual tension - it is causing too much distraction. Now, lay perfectly still - or I will have to temporarily paralyze you.” She smiled so radiantly at him, that he started to volunteer for the paralysis - but, he really, really wanted to participate in this sensual exercise. “Take off your underwear,” she ordered.
Eagerly, Ty raised his hips up and shucked his shorts. “Take off yours,” he urged - more aroused than he could ever remember being.
“My nakedness will not be required for this encounter.” She wiggled around until she fit her damp, silk-covered center over his engorged cock.
Tyler moaned his appreciation of the erotic contact. “I don’t mean to put in, doll-face, - this is your rodeo - but it would all go in a lot smoother if there wasn’t so much material clogging up the works.” He caught his breath as she started to ease herself up and down over his tumescence. Her clit drug deliciously over the hard ridge of his flesh.
Stop! She warned herself, her pleasure was not what this was about. She stilled, knowing that she could not allow any intimacy on her part without revealing to him her sordid history. All the background information that she had dredged up on him, told her that he was a good man - while she was unworthy to latch his shoes.
“I want inside you,” Ty growled, trying to push her brief underwear aside so he could find her hot, creamy center. “Now!” he demanded.
Aliyah captured both of his hands within her own. “We do this my way - or not at all. Understand?” She was talking big, but Aliyah was so excited she was already damp with desire. “I am in control.”
Ty clenched his teeth - he was dying here! “Hell! Fine! Whatever you say! Just please, for God’s sake - take off your top and let me suck on those sweet tits!” His demand fired up her blood. For a moment, she debated the issue, then giving in to both of their needs, she surrendered on that point. Lifting her arms over her head she pulled the tank top off, revealing honey colored breasts tipped with nipples that were puffed up with passion, stiff and distended - reaching for his lips. “Sweet Jesus,” he breathed. “How fuckin’ perfect could you get?!” Reverently, he touched them - one in each hand, testing their weight. Running his palms up the sides of the generous mounds, he circled them languorously, not only enjoying the feel of her skin - but the look in her eyes as he gave her pleasure. “I have never seen more beautiful breasts. Do you like that, Ah-Lee-Ah?”
“Oh, yes,” she sighed as she fought not to scrub her velvety core over him. Her labia lips were cupped over his girth as if they were two pieces of the same puzzle - they fit like a matching set. “But, do you have to say my name like it has seven syllables?” Laughing, she decided to enjoy the moment, so she put her hands over his, pressing them into the flesh of her breasts. “Harder,” she demanded. The Dom in him went on red-alert. Even though she was on top and supposedly in control, her request for a more intense touch told him volumes. His baby was not made of spun glass - she was a flesh and blood woman who could give as good as she got.
He found her nipples with his fingers and began milking them with sure, womb-contracting strokes. Aliyah leaned into his hands, the joy that she was receiving from his touch was a thousand times more than she had imagined. “Suck them, Tyler. I need your mouth on me!” At her bidding, he anxiously brought his lips to her breast.
“Mmmm, I’ve dreamed of getting these into my mouth. Let’s see if they taste as good as they look.” Aliyah closed her eyes in ecstatic bliss as he began to lave and suck and pull and suckle. Ty wasn’t quiet about it either - he expressed his enjoyment in moans and grunts of appreciation. Grasping his head with both hands, she kissed him on top of his soft brown hair repeatedly as he nursed at her breast.
“I want you!” he gritted, letting one nipple pop from his mouth. “I can’t stand it - I’m about to explode!”
She wanted him, more than she had ever wanted anyone or anything in her life - but her sense of decency held her back. Aliyah wasn’t ready to bare her heart and soul - and until she could do that, she would not go all the way with him. Instead, she would give him relief. “I will take care of you.”
Before he could say Judge Roy Bean, she had slid down until her mouth was level with his penis. “Aliyah, what are you doing?” He tried to pull her up, but she held back. “I want to make love to you,” his voice had a hard, desperate edge to it.
“Patience, love,” the endearment slipped out before she caught it. “I am going to make love to you.” The promise in her voice soothed him, but he was still confused as to why she was avoiding his ardor.
Aliyah closed her hand around his gigantic member. “Ty, you are beautiful,” she praised him. “If it were possible, I know you would fill me up and it would feel amazing.” A sad note in her voice gave him pause, and if he hadn’t been about to burst - perhaps he would have pursued her wistfulness. “I am sure that you are an incredible lover,” she continued to praise him. With her lips and tongue she began a sure caress, rubbing her mouth up and down him - tasting, licking, letting her tongue dance over his silk covered steel.
“Let me show you, baby, how good it can be. Please?” Putting his hands under her arms, he attempted to pull her up.
“No,” she was insistent. “My way, remember?” Groaning, he fell back. She rewarded his cooperation by picking his large organ up and taking the head of it in her mouth and bathing it with the warmth of her tongue. She sucked lightly, dipping the end of her tongue deep into the slit, sipping the essence that came out to greet her. “Mary, Mother, Joseph. . .” mumbled Tyler as he succumbed to the pure pleasure he was receiving from her intimate kiss. “That’s right, angel baby - suck me - suck me hard.” Ty’s hips began to buck upward as he sought to push more and more of his tremendous cock into her mouth. Aliyah accepted all that she could; she held her head at such an angle so she could take him down her throat. Considering what she had endured in the past, Aliyah had never thought she would ever willingly put herself in a position like this again. But, with Ty - it was different. She wanted him in her mouth - she wanted to immerse herself in his taste - she wanted to inhale the muskiness of his unique, private odor. She wanted to take within her just as much of him as nature would allow.
Tyler did what she would permit - he stroked her head, he caressed her face, wishing that she would let him show her what he could do! She had no idea how deep he could run his tongue up her channel or how sweetly he could suck on her little clit. She couldn’t fathom how many ways he could take her - driving his rod home with powerful thrusts and sensuous bumps and grinds of his hips - all designed to bring her an endless number of orgasms. But, she refused to let him do anything to make her feel good. So, he lay back and enjoyed her gift.
Tyler felt like his dick was being massaged in hot, whipped cream. Every nerve in his body was screaming with enthusiasm. “That’s it baby, oh God, you’re good.” In the dim light of morning, he stole glimpses at Aliyah as she hungrily sucked his cock. It was one of the most arousing sights he had ever been privileged to see. Her little lips were stretched wide and she worked her tongue over and around his swollen glans like she was consuming a creamy dreamsicle. Her beautiful hair tumbled around her shoulders and hung like a curtain of brown silk. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world. I long to eat your pussy and make you come a thousand times.” She had her eyes closed, as if she were enjoying it as much as he was - not possible. Tyler was in absolute heaven. “I can’t take much more, doll. You’re making me crazy.” He had experienced incredible blowjobs from talented women, but nothing like what he was receiving from Aliyah’s sweet mouth. “Swallow, baby. I go crazy when you swallow.” She held his staff with both hands and swallowed several times - each time putting extra pressure on his dick right where he needed it. “Jesus! I am about to explode like that car bomb would have if you hadn’t been so sweet and brave.”
Aliyah’s heart reverberated with thick, churning emotions. The bittersweet feelings that were cascading through her heart were making this event much more important to her than it was to him - she realized that. He was an experienced, jaded ladies man - and she was - God, she didn’t know what she was. Sex was something she had been forced to endure - but, lovemaking was an overwhelming new experience for Aliyah. In some ways - it hurt. Tears began to roll down her cheeks. Shivers of ecstasy warred with the twinges in her heart as she realized that she could never do this again - it was wrong on more levels than she could count. Doubling her efforts, she sought to get Tyler off so she could get out.




Have a great day!
Sable Hunter

Sex and the Pregnant Woman - Erotic - Yeah!

SEX, EROTIC ROMANCE AND THE PREGNANT WOMAN
I'm sensing a theme here. I hadn't realized it, but in almost every book I've written the heroine is pregnant by the end of the book. Why do I seem to have the need to let the seed of my heroes take root and grow?
In this last book - HOT ON HER TRAIL - the 2nd in my HELL YEAH! series, my heroine is pregnant at the beginning of the book. I'm progressing here.
My hero Jacob is attracted to Jessie even before he finds out she is with child. He walks in on her when she is in an unclothed state and is instantly in a state of lust-shock. Afterwards, when he finds out she is pregnant - and perhaps the child is his - he is only even more entranced.
I've been pregnant. And I know that women dread the idea of becoming unattractive or undesirable to their husbands at the time that they need support the most. So, I did a little research. I talked to as many men as I could, all ages - and I read articles and I did research on the internet - and I was surprised and gratified by what I found. Most - not all - mind you, but a large majority of men find a pregnant woman to be extremely sexy.
Let's talk about why. First - obvious things: the breasts get bigger and more pronounced, the hips widen as they prepare for childbirth and even the vagina itself gets wetter and some say - softer - I didn't really understand that part. The nipples get more sensitive and that is pleasing to both parties - more women can climax from nipple stimulation alone - or so says the study.
The increased attraction may be a biological reaction in men. Men want to plant their seed. Most men, even though its the right thing to do - detest having sex with a condom. I will even admit that I don't like it either - there is nothing sexier that bare skin against bare skin. I know - I know - diseases, AIDS, STD's - yada yada. But, Lord help - when you can trust one another enough to go bare, it's absolute heaven.
Then, as far as biology goes, there is the alpha male syndrom. Men get extra protective when a woman is pregnant. Especially if it is their child. One man told me that he wanted to just envelop his woman, hold her close and never let her go. Alot of men are so turned on by their pregnant wives that sex takes on a whole new dimension. Another man told me that he fantasized about his pregnant wife all day - it made work a bit difficult - he couldn't wait to get home and take her to bed.
And there's that whole glow thing - that new life shining through. The whole earth mother, fertility goddess thing is a turn on to many men. Knowning that a woman is fertile and a receptive place for their seed can be an aphrodisiac. When I wrote about Jessie and Jacob, I wrote his character from the standpoint that while the baby was important to him - she was the most important. Both men and women expressed this concern - although, they loved and wanted their child - none of them wanted their place in the hearts of their spouses to be usurped by the baby. Every man wants to continue to be the most important thing in his woman's life. The same goes for women. Undeniably, it is imperative that we feel loved and desired by our men. We want to be THE essential element to our man's happiness and sexual well-being.
I love to read - and I read all the time. I started counting the number of big-name romance books that featured babies and pregnant women. The Desire line is rampant with it. And I like to read them. So, face it - pregnant women are sexy as hell! So, if you're pregnant or thinking about getting pregnant - you don't have to fear that your sex life and sexiness has to be put on the back burner. Many women are upfront with the fact that they crave sex while they are pregnant and the percentage is even higher for men when their significant other is with child..
Yea, you may have to get a bit creative during the last few weeks. Missionary position will probably go out the window, but from the back, especially while laying down - her on top - well, the posibilities are many. So, in summary pregnancy can be very sexy and pregnant women are very desirable, indeed.
Here is an excerpt from Hot on Her Trail.

But first here's the blurb.
Jacob McCoy wishes for a wife and a family. Tis the Season for miracles when a young woman shows up on his doorstep: homeless, in danger and expecting a child - Jacob's child.
Their relationship is complicated by the fact that, A - they've never met before and B - she's a virgin. Jessie is determined not to be a burden to the McCoy family. As far as she's
concerned, she is just passing through. Jacob has a different opinion - he wants
Jessie in his life, in his bed and in his heart.

“We’re not near through.” Growling with consternation and lust, Jacob sealed her mouth shut with a full-blown devouring kiss. At first she resisted, but he didn’t give up. He coaxed and flirted – nipped and licked – putting all of his masculine know-how into play to prove to her that she was the most desirable woman in the world to him. Gradually, she began to respond, letting her tongue and lips answer his erotic demands. Just the thought of burying himself inside her had his cock roaring back to life, harder than it had been to start with.
“Enough!” Jacob shouted. “I can’t take anymore.” Rolling over, he pushed her backwards, until she was prone. Jacob didn’t even wait until her head hit the pillow before he was all over her. Voraciously, he kissed and sucked at her breasts. At the same time, he massaged her vulva until he was satisfied that she was aroused enough to accept him. “I want to kiss and lick you till you scream, baby. But, that’s gonna have to wait. I’ve got to have you now. Okay, Jess?” He paused, waiting permission.
In answer, Jessie opened her legs; making herself completely vulnerable to his demands. She lifted her knees and spread her legs wide enough that he could see every inch of her pink pussy. “I’ve never been with a man, Jacob. The doctor who inseminated me with your sperm said that my hymen is still intact.” she whispered; hoping against hope that she wouldn’t do anything to turn him off.
She had no idea what her little confessions did to him. She probably meant them to downplay any expectations that he might have, instead they were inflaming him – inciting him. He would be her first, and by God, if he had his way – he’d be her last. “I’m going to stretch you just a little bit, sweetie.” Slowly, he inserted his forefinger into her swollen vagina. “God, you’re gonna squeeze me like a vise, baby.” Despite being untried, her little canal grabbed onto his finger, pulling it deeper inside of her. “That’s good, sugar. Now, for two.” Adding his middle finger, Jacob began an in and out rhythm. Curling them upward, he massaged the spot that he knew would rock her world.
“Oh, yes,” Jessie moaned. Lifting her hips, she begged for more. “I had no idea it would be so good,” she keened. Reaching blindly upward, she petted his arm, his stomach, his thigh, anywhere that her hand could reach. She was starving for the feel of his skin against hers.
“Now, three.” Jacob was almost blind with lust. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold out. Adding his ring finger, he pressed higher; alternating between stimulating her G-spot and stretching her hymen.
“I think I’m ready for you, don’t you? Please?” Jessie whimpered.
“Baby, my dick is a hell of a lot bigger than these three fingers. So you just lay there and let me play. Soon, you’ll be ready for me.” By God, it better be soon. He was literally sweating with the longing to sink deep inside of her. Watching her beautiful tits jiggle with each pump of her hips, Jacob decided that he was talented enough to try and handle two things at once. Opening his mouth wide, he enveloped one plump, swollen nipple. She groaned her bliss. So, he sucked and licked – laving and nibbling until her peachy nipples were changed to dark, rosy coral. All the time his hand was busy. Over and over, in and out, around and around – Jacob finger-fucked her until her body tightened and jerked. Jacob knew that she was quivering at the precipice. Dying to show her how special she was, he added praise to his repertoire as he loved on her breasts. “You are perfect, Jessie. My little Venus. So responsive. I can’t believe that you saved yourself just for me. You didn’t know that was what you were doing – but, it was. You’re mine, baby. All mine.” His tender words teamed with the sensual assault, piled sensation upon sensation, until Jessie was straining upward; seeking everything that he could give.
An explosion of sheer pleasure skyrocketed through her body. “Jacob!” she screamed as the world around her splintered into a myriad of colors and shapes that redefined her reality.
While her hips were bucking, seeking; Jacob got ready to enter paradise. “Jessie, honey. I’ve always worn a comdom, before. Always Since you’re already pregnant – can I come inside you bare?” Holding out her arms, she welcomed him home. Shaking with a greater need than he could have ever dreamed possible, Jacob guided his cock to the very entrance of her tender, pink core. Lord, it was going to be one tight fit.
“Hurry, Jacob. I feel so empty. I need you,” she begged. As the first inch of his massive cock nudged into her hungry channel, Jessie arched her back and bared her throat; offering up all that she was to whatever he chose to do to her. It was glorious! This was what she had been made for! “More, please. More,” she panted.
“Yes, ma’am,” he answered, only too happy to oblige. Taking great care, he pushed a little further, making room for himself inside her wet heat. She began to lift her hips, silently beseeching him to fill the empty places in her heart as well as her body.
Jacob pressed on in. She was so little. Lord he wanted to plunge in and make her his. But there wasn’t enough of anything in the world to make him want to hurt her. With barely contained restraint, Jacob pushed in, farther and farther, his thick cock opening her up. When he encountered the small barrier that was left, he knew that it was time. “Hold on, baby. This will only hurt for a second, and then I promise that it’ll feel more wonderful than you’ve ever dreamed.”
“I trust you, Jacob.” She looked up at with the clearest, bluest eyes that looked deep into his soul. She trusted him. Shutting his eyes, he vowed that she would never regret the faith that she had in him. Stretching out over her, he supported himself on strong arms and surged into her soft depths. Ecstasy! Buried to the hilt, Jacob stilled, reveling in the clench of her vagina around his turgid rod. God Bless Texas! This was amazing! Being inside Jessie was the closest thing to perfection he had ever felt.
“Kiss me, please. Kiss me, Jacob.” There was pain but, it was fleeting. Left in its place was a renewed desperation to merge herself with this incredible man who was making her believe in miracles. He moved within her, and the pleasure was indescribable. It felt like ocean waves pounding on some faraway beach, rolling over one another as they crashed in a powerful crescendo. Afraid that she was going to be completely swept away, Jessie wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips. “I can’t believe how good this is! I feel so full!!”
Her pussy began to flutter around him; spasms of delight that made him want to bellow his own pleasure. He had to hold back, recite the governor’s of Texas in chronological order – anything to keep from coming too fast. God, he was past excited, and he wanted her first time to be good. Something she would remember. Lord, he never wanted her to forget. He wouldn’t let her forget. The child in her womb may have always been his, but tonight he had made it his own. Tonight, he would spill his seed inside of her, staking a claim, branding her as McCoy property.
“Hold me, Jacob. Hold me tight.” Jacob shifted sitting back on his knees, hauling her up until she straddled his lap That way, he could pull her tight against him and let her have a bit of control. “Thank you.”
Always so polite. He wanted to laugh, but he couldn’t devote that much brain power to any other function but pleasure. “Move on me, sugar. Rock your little butt, it’ll make your clit feel really good.” She did as he directed and her moans of delight were music to his ears. He cupped her butt and helped her move. She held him tightly, kissing his neck as she bounced on his cock.
“I love the way you feel inside of me,” she stammered as she began to jerk in his arms. He felt the muscles of her vagina begin to contract, and she pressed into him, grinding her clitoris against his pubic bone. “Oh, God! Jacob!” she screamed as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. This time, he didn’t try and hold back, but let the fisting of her vagina catapult him into ecstasy. She came for a long time and he molded her body to his, kissing her face, her neck, her shoulder, bonding with her in the most elemental way possible. It was fucking incredible!
At her slight movement, he let her pull back. He wasn’t ready to let her go. But she wasn’t leaving him. Instead, she framed his face and let her eyes rove over his face. Solemnly, she let her lips settle on his and she kissed him softly. It was a tender kiss. “Thank you, Jacob. I’ll never forget this.”
“Neither will I, baby.” Tightening his arms around her, he picked her up and carried her to his bathroom. “Sit here, pumpkin.” He set her on the vanity, next to a sink. Jessie was fascinated with his bathroom. It was like a spa. Everything was made of stone and the shower had to be big enough for a basketball team. There were benches and hand held sprayers. Water even came from the ceiling. When he saw her looking up at it, he chuckled. “It’s called a rain shower. Want to try it out?”
“Please.” Jessie was surprised at herself. She had just experienced a wonderful climax, yet watching Jacob walk naked around his bathroom made her arousal flare up like a bonfire. She didn’t know they made men that looked like this. He was well over six feet and his body was sculpted with hard muscles that she longed to trace with hands and tongue. As he faced away from her, getting the temperature of the water to his liking, Jessie studied his broad back, tight butt and powerful legs. “Are we going to shower together?” She hoped so.
“You had better believe it.” Reaching for her, he picked her up and the next thing she knew, she was standing under the gentle spray.
“It does feel like rain!” she exclaimed with delight.
“Do you like it, baby?” He wanted to find everything that made her smile, then he wanted to do those things again and again. She stood before him; so trusting, so happy and so sexy that she took his breath away. Reaching for his bath gel, he squeezed a dollop into the palm of his hands. Going to his knees he began to wash her. Starting at her feet, he picked each one up, soaping and caressing.
Jessie was stunned. No one had ever treated her with such tender care. “Uh, Jacob. You don’t have to do this.” ‘Lord, please don’t let him stop,’ she prayed.
“I want to,” Jacob spoke between kisses that he pressed to the top of her foot, the arch, her ankle. “You’re my baby.” With both hands, he massaged her calves, her knees and then began working his way upward.
“Oh, my,” the anticipation of what he was about to do made her knees weak.
Jacob realized that she was having a hard time standing. “Take two steps back, Jess. Sit on the bench and spread your legs for me.” Following his directions on shaky legs, she sat on the softly molded stone bench. “You’ve got the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen.”
Jessie was mesmerized. This powerful man was on his knees at her feet. With a hand on each of her thighs, he spread her legs far enough that he could fit between them.
Gently, he washed every fold and every crevice. With one of the hand held attachments, he rinsed, teasing her clit with the concentrated spray. Gasping at the sensation, she pushed her hips forward, wanting more. “Jacob, would you?” She couldn’t believe that she was asking a man to eat her out. But, she had read about it, and if that wasn’t what he had in mind, she thought she would cry.
Deciding to tease, Jacob asked her – all wide-eyed and innocent. “Would I what, baby? What do you want?”
Biting her lower lip, she tried to convey her desire with her eyes. But, he wouldn’t have it.
“Talk to me, sugar. Tell me what you want. I’ll give you anything in my power.”
This was lesson number one. He could and would provide for her needs. That was his job.
Good Grief! He was going to make her say it. “Please,” she looked at him in supplication. “Would you kiss me – down there?”
Her expression made his day. Laughing, he spread her legs even farther; wide enough for his wide shoulders to fit in between. “You don’t have to ask me twice, doll. Not when there’s nothing I’d rather do in the whole wide world.” God, she was adorable!
“Lay your head back. This is going to blow your mind.” Letting his eyes rove over the banquet set before him, Jacob concentrated on his task. “I love that the lips of your pussy are thicker. It gives me something to chew on.” Holding her open with his hands, he showed her what he meant. Kissing a path from the crease of her thigh to the top of her mound, he rubbed his face from side to side, enjoying the spicy, sweet smell of her. Then, she jumped when he began to nibble on the lips of her labia. She felt her cream begin to flow.
“There you go,” he praised her response. With long licks, he ran his tongue from bottom to top; lapping up her cream and teasing her clit. Over and over again, he made that incredible journey.
Jessie was fascinated and more turned on than she ever thought possible. Involuntarily, her hips began to pump forward and when he took her clitoris in his mouth and began to suck, she almost lost consciousness.
As he felt her excitement grow, Jacob palmed both breasts, pulling and tweaking at her nipples as she shuddered and shook against him. He lingered, pressing kisses to every exposed inch of her vagina. Then, he moved upward, laying his head against her abdomen, unable to forget that a child rested, safely, under her heart.
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Today, I would like to tell you about a true story. It's fictionalized in my novel Scarlet Fever.
I have a friend who is a cute, sweet, vivacious woman.
She almost died.
Instead, she met the most incredible man who gave her the give of life - along with his heart.
I won't tell you her name, she's embarrassed - but she let me take part of her story and turn it into a book that made us both laugh and cry.
You see her story teaches two very important lessons:
Let me tell you what they are
First - Don't ever give up hope, even when the situation seems hopeless.
I'll call her Scarlet - because that's the name I gave her in my book.
Scarlet was born with a club foot. She was not popular in school, the brunt of jokes and grew into a social outcast because of it.
Her face was beautiful and if anybody had looked - her body was beautiful too. But, people just couldn't get past her disability.
When she got old enough to make her own decisions, she went to the Shriner Hospital and got her foot operated on. Now, she's got an almost perfect little foot.
The tragedy was - on a follow up surgery - which wasn't at the Shrine hospital, by the way - she was given an anesthesia that she was allergic to and her kidneys were permanently damaged.
All of this happened before she would have graduated college and entered the work place. Therefore according to our health care system at the time - she had a prexisting condition - ergo - no insurance.
Scarlet lived 50 miles from the nearest dialysis center so she knew when the time came that she had to have dialysis, it would be next to impossible - especially since she couldn't get good employment, because she wasn't insurable - - yadayada - you can see the vicious circle.
No one in her family had a compatible kidney and the waiting list is years long. Scarlet thought that she would die. She had lost all hope.
Attending a wedding of a friend, while she was still able to travel, Scarlet met a man. They had a really rocky first meeting. Frankly, because Alex had talked to a man from Scarlet's home town who told him that Scarlet was a desparate church-mouse spinster, a cripple who would worry him to death for attention. Alex was ready to avoid her at all costs.
Guess his surprise when the most beautiful woman he had ever seen gets out of the car. Scarlet had hopes of making love with a man just once, so she could know what it was like. Her friend, who was getting married, had told her about this guy - Alex. When Scarlet first lays eyes on Alex she is blown over. He is gorgeous and so out of her league that she can't even see the ball park. And so it goes.
Alex found out about her condition and despite Scarlet's protest, he moved heaven and earth to give her a kidney and make her his.
That's the story of Scarlet Fever.
The second great lesson from Scarlet's life is that people seldom change their first opinion of you. Scarlet was a cripple, a church-mouse, that girl who had never been kissed nor been on a date. She was the girl that the others played tricks on - giving her the wrong information so she would miss a school trip. She was asked to the prom as a joke, and the guy never arrived to take her to the dance. Those kinds of things. Even after Scarlet got her foot repaired, the people in her small town never saw her any differetly than she was before. It's like that for fat kids too. If you grow up fat, lose weight - it doesn't matter - you're always the fat kid. My family knows that from personal experience. Small towns are wonderful places to grow up - but small towns can also be unforgiving and have memories that last into eternity.
Scarlet got her happy ending. Alex swept her off her feet, into his bed and into his life. He gave Scarlet the greatest two gifts a woman could ever receive - the gift of love and the gift of life.
And that my friend is a hero.
Scarlet's Alex is a whole lot like the Alex in the book. Now, I had to use my imagination on the sex - but I'm good at that. Scarlet reads the book, blushes and says I have it right on the money.
You can find Scarlet Fever in print or kindle on my website sablehunter.com or at amazon.com under sable hunter.
And here's some excerpts - risque ones - just for funExcerpt one

When Scarlet walked out the front door to meet Alex, she was flabbergasted. RV was a term that could apply to a multitude of vehicles; Alex’s was a monster. Forty-two feet of pure, unadulterated luxury. He opened the door with pride and invited her inside. “We use it mostly for tailgate parties at the Texas games.”
Scarlet looked around in wonder. She had never been in a more luxurious place. The B&B was fantastic, but this was out of this world. Everything was white and cherry wood; recliners, wet bar, granite countertops, huge plasma TV. There was even a fireplace. “Wait till you see the bed. It’s a California King. We have plenty of room to play.”
Scarlet stilled. She turned to him; big, huge Teddy bear of a man. Curls of gold that she longed to sink her fingers into. “You don’t have to do this, you know. It’s OK. I would understand. Making love to a person with – uh, problems – has to be a turn-off.” She had thought about this. What if he couldn’t? What if he got so for, then he had to stop. She would die. Better not to start it at all.
With one swift move, he pulled her to him. “Does that feel like I don’t want you?”
It didn’t. It felt like there was a baseball bat between them.
“I’ve been hard for you since I turned and saw your sad little eyes. Now, no more doubts. No more tears. Only pleasure.”
Alex had gone all out. There was lobster with butter sauce, asparagus, rice pilaf and doublechocolate mousse. “I can’t believe you did all of this. You are very talented.”
“Wait until you see what I can do in the bedroom.” She didn’t doubt him for a minute.
They didn’t go far. He drove her to the Lost Maples National Park, just a few miles. “Tomorrow, we’ll explore, take in the leaves. But tonight, the only thing that I want to explore is you.”
He fed her. She had never giggled so much in her life. Butter would drip from the succulent pieces of shell fish and he would capture it with his tongue, straight off of her lips. The mousse proved to be not only a culinary adventure, but an erotic one. This time she got in on the act, sitting astraddle his lap, feeding him spoonful after spoonful of the luscious chocolate.
Standing, he caught her by the hand. “Enough. I can’t wait any longer. I’m so turned-on I ache. Come with me.” He led her to the fireplace. “We’re going to make out here. Afterwards, I’ll take you to bed.” The fire crackled and the flames danced and Scarlet’s blood pressure raced madly. This incredible dream of a man was about to make love to her.
‘Please God, don’t let me disappoint him,’ she thought.
They had dressed up for each other. He wore all black; black slacks, black dress shirt, no tie – but with that golden hair, he was a walking dream. She didn’t have any real finery, but what she had, she wore well. It felt like silk, but it wasn’t; a full red tiered skirt and a long-sleeve red peasant blouse. Not overtly sexy, but it clung in all the right places, making Scarlet look like a wanton, exotic Gypsy. Her hair was down, just like he had envisioned it, and when he laid her down on the rug in front of the warm fire, she thought she would pass out from sheer happiness.
“You don’t have a bra on.” The sight of her aroused little nipples had tortured him all during their meal. Now, he was almost ready to touch them, and his fingers were tingling in anticipation.
“That’s a spot we should probably skip.” Alex stretched out next to her and they lay face to face. He pushed her hair over her shoulders and looked deep into her eyes.
“I don’t like to skip anything. I’m much too thorough.” His fingertips began reading her face as if the secrets of the universe were written there in Braille. Light, soft, gentle touches. “You are so beautiful. I’ll never get tired of looking at your face.”
Before she could stop them, tears welled up in her eyes; his words touched her heart in ways that she had never conceived. “What’s this?” He kissed the tears away. “No, no, babe. No crying, not tonight.”
“You are so sweet, Alex. So sweet, to do this for me. I’ll never be able to repay you.”
Her voice caught on the tears, cracking just enough so that he knew how close she was to falling apart in front of him. He wanted her to come apart, but not from tears – he wanted her to fly apart in rapture.
“Honey, this is for you. I can’t deny that. But not just for you.” He took her bottom lip between his teeth, nibbled on it and then sucked it into his mouth, laving it with his tongue. Her top lip got the same attention; and by the time he was finished, she was kissing every part of his mouth that she could. Little whimpers of need bubbled up from her throat and he captured each one reverently, his tongue mating with hers in a dance of desire. “This is for me, sweetheart. I want you so much. Put your hand down between us and feel my hunger for you.”
He didn’t have to ask twice. Unladylike it might be, but she had dreamed of getting her mitts on his manhood. There were two layers of cloth between her hands and his cock, but the cotton and the linen could not mask either the size, or the heat of the beast that she grasped. He was longer than the length of her palm, a lot longer. And almost as wide. How she would ever be able to take him inside of her was a mystery, but one she was anxious to delve into. She let her palm make itself at home on the steel-hard ridge, riding a little up and down it as she held her breath with excitement. “Does that feel like I’m an unwilling participant?” He pushed himself into her hand, moaning his encouragement at her first forays into pleasuring him.
“Can I mark you, baby? Somewhere, that only my eyes will see?” He asked this as he trailed hot, wet kisses down her throat. She nodded her assent, words beyond her ability at the moment. Pulling the ties that held the neck of her blouse in place, he loosened them, pushing her top off of her shoulders. The soft skin of her neck, shoulders and upper chest were exposed for his viewing pleasure. “Right here.” He touched the soft swell of her upper breast. “Can I mark you here?”
“Yes, please,” she begged. She felt his teeth and lips caress an area so close to her areola that she trembled with need. The sweet suction that he applied to her flesh caused her womb to contract. “Let’s take off your blouse, doll.”
Alex eased the blouse on down, but she caught it with both hands, holding the material in place over her breasts. “They’re too small; you’re going to be disappointed,” she whispered almost shamefully.
“Oh, Scarlet, my love. I know exactly how big your breasts are, and their shape. I’ve undressed you with my eyes every time I look at you. The first day that you were here, I couldn’t take my eyes off that little pink camisole you were wearing. Every time you turned a certain way, I got a glimpse of the sweetest pink nipples that I have ever had the pleasure to see. I can’t wait to see you naked; I’m literally trembling with the need to caress your breasts.” There was a lamp on in the corner of the room, but he could clearly see her face in the firelight. Slowly, she removed her hands so Alex could lower her shirt. She closed her eyes, dreading to see the look on his face when he first beheld their diminutive size.
She couldn’t see him, but she could hear him. She heard a harsh intake of breath and then a low, appreciative groan. “Dear God, baby. You’re perfect.” Scarlet felt his hands cover her, molding and shaping her breasts in the palms of his hands. Unbelievable sensations began to build; she had no idea at the joy that could be experienced from a man’s simple touch. “Open your eyes baby, watch me worship you.” Slowly, she did as he asked. The extreme pleasure that she was feeling seemed to slow time to a crawl. What she saw took her breath away. His expression was so intense, his eyes so loving. It was apparent that he was experiencing as much excitement from touching her as she was from being touched. An unexpected groan escaped her lips as he pulled on her nipples, milking them, rolling them between his fingers.
“Alex, honey, that feels . . . . . .” Scarlet cried out as bliss washed over her. When Alex took one of her nipples into his mouth and began to suckle, she nearly fainted from the pleasure. The sight of him as he feasted at her breast turned her world upside down.
He tongued her, swirling around her ultra sensitive tips. He laved her, providing just enough friction to cause her hips to buck. When he opened his mouth wide enough to swallow her whole – she thought she would die. “Alex . . . . .something’s happening, love. No, I don’t want it to be over so soon.”
Her back arched off the floor, pushing her breasts farther into his face. He sucked hard, grunting his excitement with every pull. He felt her muscles tense and knew that she was close to an orgasm. Pulling back, he led her to rapture. “This is just the beginning, baby. We’ve got all night. Let go, love. Let go. I’ll catch you,” he whispered to her tenderly. He placed one hand between her legs. One touch was all it took and she shattered into a million shards of light. Cries of unexpected delight filled the room. Alex held her close until she stopped quivering. Then, she shocked him.
Scarlet pushed on his shoulders, until he lay flat. Rolling over on top of him, she framed his face, fisted her hands in those fat, golden curls and began to rain kisses all over his face. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. That was more wonderful that I ever imagined.” Placing her hand on the massive evidence of his need, she looked him straight in the eye and asked in a sultry little voice. “Now, what can I do for you?”

Exceprt Two
The honeymoon suite was out of this world. “This looks like a room fit for a Princess.”
“That’s right, Princess.” He led her into the gorgeous room where a beautiful four poster canopy bed was showcased on gleaming hardwood floors. He watched amused as she darted around the room, oohing and ahhing over every detail. “Look at the balcony! Look at the….. my God! Look at the bathroom!” It was obvious that this was a totally new experience.
“Since we ate at the rehearsal dinner, I thought it would be nice if we had our dessert here.” At the word dessert, she turned her attention to the dome covered silver trays.
“Chocolate?”
“Of course. Chocolate cheesecake to be exact.” He watched her eyes light up. “Do you want some?” Starting toward the table, she surprised him when she suddenly changed course.
“I’d rather have you for dessert.”
Her words caused his cock to spring to attention with a life of its own. His angel had a look of absolute bedevilment in her eyes.
“Are you sure you feel like it?” It was only his love talking; his body was already on the same page as her erotic suggestion.
“Knowing that I have a gorgeous new husband, a wonderful new life and a good shot at a future has suddenly given me a burst of energy that I really don’t know what to do with… other than this.” She sexily sauntered up to him and began unbuttoning his white silk shirt, revealing the strong muscular planes of his chest. He was so superbly built, a perfect male specimen in prime condition. She smoothed the palms of her hands down his warm, hard body. Her hands stilled when she realized he was trembling. “Baby, are you all right, are you cold?” She asked him, her concern evident on her face.
“No,” he cupped her face. “I’m not cold. I’m awed and electrified. Do you know why?” She waited for his answer. “I get to make love to my beloved wife for the first time tonight.”
His words enflamed her. She continued to disrobe him, gently pushing him backwards at the same time, steadily toward the huge bed. He let her have her way with him. Being pushed around was not Alex’s forte, but with her he was a malleable as sponge cake. “Lay down my handsome husband. I would like to divest you of your pants.” It was a hot moment, and she was just so damn cute.
“Divest me of my underwear, too, baby. It’s getting a little tight.” His wish was her command. She slowly peeled down his black dress pants and let her breath hiss out as she uncovered the silk briefs that appeared to be painted on his swollen and engorged member.
“I love this part of you so much.” She took the elastic waistband of his undershorts in both hands and pulled. Sinking to her knees in front of him, she bent over and kissed the blatantly aroused flesh.
“That part of me is quite fond of you, also,” he managed to croak. Scarlet had never been so happy; she was full of hope and joy and peace and it all brimmed over into an avalanche of passion – all directed at the man who loved her enough to give her a lifetime of tomorrows. Standing up, she began to undress slowly. Never before had she had a seductive bone in her body, but now it seemed the floodgates had been opened and emotions that had been on permanent ice had melted and were overflowing from every pore of her body. Alex’s eyes were locked on her as she began pulling off the bolero jacket and letting it fall to the floor. Later, she would pick it up and carefully fold it, but right now there were more important things to be done. The sheath slid easily up and over her head and when Alex saw her body clad in the shear, lacy, pale-pink bra and the matching lacy panties he nearly swallowed his tongue. “You are so beautiful, Scarlet.”
She left the bra and panties on, unable to keep her hands off of him any longer. With a slight nip, she captured his lower lip between her teeth and sucked at it playfully, giving him no time to reciprocate. Sliding her lips down his throat, she adorned his shoulders with kisses and kitten-like laps of her tongue. When she reached his well-defined pecs, she paused to pay special attention to his small flat nipples eliciting a harsh intake of breath. A happy trail of soft, golden hair started at his midriff and led down to the proud evidence of his desire. Scarlet followed that line, caressing him with her mouth and tongue. A whimper of need escaped her lips as she angled his penis to accept her tribute.
Alex couldn’t take it. He was about to explode. Never had he been more excited than he was now. “Scarlet, baby.” He laid back and literally writhed in ecstasy. “Sweetheart, it’s my turn.” Somehow, he managed to lift himself up and switch their positions. What she had been doing to him had been the sweetest torture, but he didn’t want to be put temporarily out of commission so soon on his wedding night. He wanted this night to be perfect. For her.
“But I was having such a good time,” she pouted sweetly.
“So was I, love, too good. But lay back and let me love you, I promise you that in a few moments, you’ll be happy you did.” He allowed himself only one sweet kiss to each nipple, before beginning his trek southward. Later tonight, he promised himself he would feed at her breasts for as long as he wanted to, but right now, the throttle was set too high to pull back. Spreading her legs wide, he took a moment to look at her. She was as smooth as silk and as pink as a delicate orchid. Already wet with passion’s nectar, he ran an appreciative finger from the top of her sensitive cleft, to the bottom.
“Alex, I ache for you, baby. I feel so empty and needy.”
“Patience, doll.” Easier said than done, he was holding on by the smallest of measures. But the task before him was a pure delight. Taking her hips in his hands, he pulled her forward and began to pay homage to her feminine treasure. He kissed her all around the outer lips of her labia. “So sweet,” he murmured. He started out slow, intending to savor and satisfy; but his hunger and excitement took over and he began to consume her with a near mindless voracity.
Scarlet held on to the quilt for dear life. Spirals of white-hot pleasure rocketed through her body. She lifted her hips rhythmically, seeking to meet the piercing thrusts of his tongue as he delved into her quivering channel. “Alex!” she shouted as her climax exploded with a tidal wave of sensation.
For the first time, Alex was where he could witness the evidence of Scarlet’s bliss. He had heard that some females were able to ejaculate, but none of the women that he’d ever been with had reached that plateau of excitement. That Scarlet had, sent his heart into a tailspin. He eagerly lapped up the liquid of passion that spilled forth from her pulsating core. “That’s it, my baby. Come for me.” He stayed with her until she lay, replete. By then, his cock was so hard that he could have used it as a pile-driver.
Alex joined her on the bed and held her for a minute until her trembling subsided. “Thank you, my love,” she turned to me and pressed every inch of her body as tight into his as she could. “I want to feel you all the way up and down. You make me feel so welcome, so at home, I’ve never felt like this before. I have a place to be. It’s so amazing to know that I have someone who wants to be with me.” She knew that she probably wasn’t making any sense, but it didn’t matter. “Make love to me, Alex. I want you inside me. Please?”
Alex was incoherent with need. He lay on his back and urged her to climb astraddle of him. “Ride me, baby.” With shaking hands he held her up high enough that he could slip inside of her. Every time that he entered Scarlet he was struck anew by the total perfection of the act of loving her. She was tight, hot, and made just for him. Her vastly talented interior muscles massaged his shaft in ways that boggled his mind. “Lord, Scarlet, what you do to me!”
Gripping her hips, one in each hand, he kneaded their firmness, pushing and pulling her backwards and forwards, creating an intoxicating friction. Watching her breasts bounce was too big of a temptation to resist. Sitting up, he clasped her right breast in his hand and brought it to his lips. Opening his mouth wide, he fitted it over the entire nipple and areola, drawing them in deeply, laving and sucking to his heart’s content. His tender ministrations sent rivulets of pleasure straight to her womb. Scarlet cradled his head to her, kissing him repeatedly on the top of his golden hair.
“Lay me down, Alex. I need to feel you on top of me.” Picking her up, he did as she asked. Reconnecting them, he lay down on top of her, careful to support his weight so as not to crush her. Still, he let his body graze her, letting her feel his dominant, solid presence as close as she wanted. He thrust into her, ever mindful of her fragile state and his powerful build. But, she wanted no more of ‘careful’ or ‘holding back’. Looking him straight in the eye she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist and made his day. “Faster, baby. Harder, love. Make this a wedding night to remember.” Burying his head in her neck, he pumped into her, lifting them both beyond the distant stars.


Thanks
Sable Hunter