Fiery Pursuit

Here's an excerpt from my newest Ellora' Cave romance. First time I've written erotica, and found it a lot of fun. “Lars, you are so beautiful. I could look at your handsome body for hours. Why are you so much more enticing than I ever dreamed a naked man could be? For answer he turned his attention to her rounded breasts again, sucking on her nipples as his hands wandered over her flat stomach and then below, centering at last on the throbbing core he’d been aching to touch. She started when he thumbed her clitoris, but didn’t stop him. Instead he stopped himself. “Sophie, my love, you will unman me if we continue this delightful play much longer. I don’t want to rush you but I can’t wait much longer.” He swung her up in his arms and took the few steps to his bed, laying her on it, and stood gazing at her for a few seconds. Drinking in her beauty of both body and mind. Then he came down and covered her. There was such a mingling of trust and fear in her eyes that he elected to get this over with. For both their sakes, and even though he suspected she might not be as ready as he’d like her. He didn’t want to spurt all over her body, and he was perilously close. He, who’d always been in complete control of any sexual encounter. Feeling between her legs he found her wonderfully wet and breathed a small sigh of relief. Raising his body a little, he propped himself up with one arm and guided his member to stroke her clitoris. Her response was to grab at him to being him closer, but he held her off. He caressed her with hands, lips and penis as she moved her hips frantically against him. He knew he verged on climaxing too soon and pushed a little into her virgin entrance. Looking down at her tense face, he saw she’d turned the color of parchment. He started to draw away, and she threw her arms around him and dragged him down to her again, rubbing her body against every part of him she could touch. Beyond his endurance, Lars situated himself inside her opening and drove himself with one sure stroke past the barrier he’d expected to find. It wasn’t as dense as he’d feared, and he took a deep breath, forcing himself to still his movements. Sophie’s arms clutched him with surprising strength, but she made no sound. Lars didn’t move, even though sweat ran off his face and chest at the effort this took. As soon as her muscles relaxed he began to move, inching his way in as slowly as he could force himself to go and kissing her deeply. To his surprise, Sophie seemed not to mind his invasion. He thrust himself to the hilt, feeling her take in every inch and close around him like a vise. He glanced at her face and found her color returned, and she writhed against him in unconscious invitation.