Friday, December 16, 2011

Saturday Morning

And here's Saturday Morning, a romantic piece that appeared in Oysters & Chocolate:

“Saturday morning,” she whispered, stroking the side of his face and then letting her hand slide over his chest and down to his already hardening cock.

“Mmm,” Will said. His hands were much more awake than he sounded. He pinched her nipples with one, while the other felt between her legs. How was Alanna wet already? She wondered if some sort of Pavlovian reaction was at play.

“One second.” Alanna climbed out of bed, not even minding the chill of the room outside the covers. She’d gone to bed naked, too, wanting to feel Will’s skin even though they’d both been too exhausted the night before to do anything more than sleep.

She stumbled to the door and locked it. For a moment, she leaned her forehead against the cool wood and just breathed. The kids knew that bothering their parents on Saturday morning for anything short of fire risked the harshest punishments--hours or even days with no Xbox. Then she turned to Will and grinned. “You want to wrestle for who gets to be on top?”

“Sounds like a lot of effort.”

“Oh, you’re going to be making an effort, honey. Better get used to that now.”

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