Sensual Romances Newsletter December 2006

5. Enticing Excerpts

PERFECTING PEARL
Ellora's Cave
Erotic Gay Contemporary

Sean Pearl has gone out of his way to find that one special person to share his life with. He’s endured endless evenings in nightclubs, horrendous single’s events and despite his sexy good looks, he always returns home alone because he won’t settle for less than what his heart sought. Sean never imagined that it would take a quick trip through the doors of a department store for him to discover the love he’d been waiting for—someone who could match his sexual desires.

When Terry Winston slipped on the ice, he never dreamed that the man helping him to his feet personified the qualities he had searched for in a lover. Nothing about Sean suggested his sexual orientation. Yet it was like sniffing the air and catching a scent.

Together, they discover that love has no boundaries, no set of perfect rules.

Excerpt for Perfecting Pearl

Sean’s heart pounded against his ribs. The deafening rush of blood through his veins, beat within his ears. They would make love. Though the two men had shared nothing more than heated kisses and wild caresses, he knew tonight would be the hottest sexual experience he’d ever known. His light blue gaze lifted to watch Terry insert a cassette into his player. A moment later, soft soothing music filtered out. As his gaze coasted over Terry’s broad shoulders, it hit him that he was proud of who he was. He would never hide his sexuality behind meaningless detailed mistruths.

“Make love to me, Terry.”

Terry’s eyes glowed with tenderness when he turned. His lips curved softly as he crossed the room and reached out a hand. “Nothing would make me happier than to hold you in my arms. I can’t believe we found one another.”

Nodding, Sean breathed in deeply. He had no reservations. “I feel the same. It’s just…right, isn’t it?”

Terry reached out to cup Sean’s cheek, watching as the other man’s eyes fluttered shut with the gently caress. “It is.” His hand drifted down the hard expanse of Sean’s chest to rest his palm over a rapidly beating heart. “That connection is here inside you, crying to get out.” He stepped closer and slipped his arms about Sean. “I want to take this slow. I want to enjoy. It’s been a long time since someone has made me feel the way you do.”

The erect line of Terry’s penis against Sean’s groin was intoxicating, beautifully sensual. His own cock swelled and crazily he wondered if Terry could feel it. His brain raced as an excited thrill rushed up his spine. His whole being centered on the moist lips that hovered near his mouth.

And then? Terry’s lips pressed forward, a slow languished caress, part exploration, part seeking of acceptance. His mouth moved over Sean’s, teasing and nipping as his hands slid down to rest over his buttocks.

His breath filled Sean’s nostrils, evoking an excited gasp of air. His circling hips further built Sean’s hot arousal as their tongues flicked against one another. Rigid cocks ached to be freed as hips surged forward in anticipation.

“Terry…” Having the other man hold Sean in such an intimate embrace was like coming home, like discovering the one most important thing in his life that had been missing.

Soundlessly, Terry took Sean’s hand and led him to the bedroom. Once there, they embraced tenderly. “We’re only beginning, Sean. Just take a breath. I want your first time to be perfect.”

Sean’s hands trembled as he cupped Terry’s face, pressing intimate kisses across his cheeks. “I want it to be perfect, too,” he murmured when Terry smiled and ran his tongue over his lips.

The muscles of his chest quivered when Terry reached out and ran his palms across the taut material that covered it. The light touch was exquisite, loving, just before his fingers slipped lower. Sean was certain Terry was going to rub his cock. The idea tightly constricted his belly as sparks of heat shot through his groin.

But instead, Terry grasped the hem of Sean’s shirt and slowly pulled it up and over his head to bare his chest. “You don’t know how many times I’ve seen you like this in my mind and ached to touch you, to run my hands over your skin, to anticipate making love to you.”

“Terry…”

Their eye’s locked. Sean’s nipples peaked hard when Terry’s heated gaze raked his body from head to toe. He watched, trancelike, when Terry leaned forward, licked one dark nipple, then covered it completely and sucked hard. At the same time, his fingers brushed down past Sean’s trim hips, lightly teased over the throbbing bulge between his legs, then back up to rest gently on a hip.

“I want to see you naked,” Terry whispered as his fingers found the snap of Sean’s jeans. A moment later, he pulled the zipper down one metal tooth at a time, drawing out the experience to heighten their arousal. “But first…” His hand slipped inside Sean’s boxers.

Sean’s head fell back as he gasped for air. Terry gripped his cock in a warm hold, his thumb flicking over the tip of his penis.

“Your cock is dripping. Do you like this?”

“Terry…” Sean gasped and swallowed hard. It was a struggle to meet his eyes with the man stroking his cock inside his shorts. Nothing he’d ever encountered before could compare to this. He almost called out to beg him to continue when Terry’s hand suddenly disappeared.

“Take off your pants.”

Katherine Kingston
http://www.katherinekingston.com

GARGOYLE'S CHRISTMAS
Ellora’s Cave Publishing

Christmas morning dawned cold and clear with a smattering of snow on the ground from a storm the previous night. They started the day by going to mass at the cathedral. Knowing it was a risk, Eric pointed to the spire on the northeast side of the building. “That’s my shell,” he said, though she probably couldn’t see it that high up.

She stared upward for a moment then gave him a look he couldn’t read. She didn’t say anything. After the service they went back to her apartment, had breakfast and exchanged gifts.

He’d bought her a few more silk scarves and a knit one to wear with her coat, some satin underwear he could hardly wait to see her in, and a new coffeemaker to replace the creaking, elderly thing she currently used. The last gift he gave her was another choker with a smattering of diamonds and rubies meshed into its chain.

When she saw the last one, the expressions that chased across her face, shock, followed by astonishment and then delight, made his heart tighten in his chest. “It’s gorgeous,” she said, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“It’s just an ornament for the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

She admitted she’d found it difficult to think of anything he might need or want, but she gave him a bottle of a masculine fragrance that probably cost a significant percentage of her monthly salary, a leather wallet, some nice silky boxers and a heavy knit sweater in a shade of green. It touched him when he realized she’d noticed that his wardrobe hadn’t been gathered with warmth in mind. He put on the sweater right away and relished its coziness.

He’d bought a ring for her, too, but he wasn’t ready to give it to her. She had to accept him in gargoyle form first.

That afternoon they watched an old Christmas movie. When it was over, he asked her to turn off everything but the Christmas tree, light candles around the room, close the window blinds and put on soft music. After she’d done it, he told her to strip. Tricia removed everything but the choker and stood before him naked again.

While she was doing that, he got one of the chairs from the kitchen and set it in the middle of the living room. “Sit,” he told her.

“Part your legs so they’re on the sides, not at the front,” he said. When she’d done that, he took a pair of scarves and fastened her ankles to the legs of the chair. “Now. From now until I say you can, you’re not to make a sound. No words, no moans, nothing. Do you understand?”

She nodded.

“Good girl. Put your arms around the back and clasp your hands together and don’t let go. Again, if you let go without permission, I’ll punish you. Good. Push your breasts out. That’s good.”

He walked to where he’d stowed his case and returned holding a quill pen that was a large feather with the end carved to a sharp point. Her eyes grew large as she studied the feather and wondered what he was going to do with it.

Judy Mays
http://www.judymays.com

JAGUAR
Changeling Press

“Ummmmmmm.” Sticking her tongue out, she licked the nectar from the corner of her mouth. Then she closed her eyes as she clamped her teeth down and sucked the sweet liquid into her mouth.
When Sanika’s pink tongue darted out of her mouth, Balam’s stomach tightened. When she started sucking on the fleshy papaya, his cock jerked and began to stiffen. To have that pink tongue licking his body!

“Mmmmmmm. So sweet. Thank you.” Sanika opened her eyes, wiped some nectar from her chin, and sucked the sweetness from her fingers.

A strangled snarl from Balam pulled her attention to him. He was gripping the chunk of bark so tightly that his knuckles were white.

Sanika lifted her gaze to his face.

His eyes sparkled with green fire.

He shifted, and Sanika dropped her gaze.

His cock jutted out before him.

For the first time, she got a clear look at it in the light of day. It was covered with bumps. “What happened to you? Are you in pain?” She fell to her knees before him and reached out to touch him. “I’ve been trained in the use of herbs for all types of maladies. Please, let me help you.”

Sanika stroked his penis, gently probing one bump after another. They were hard, not pus filled. Relieved, she sighed mentally – no infection. Insect bites? She bent over and looked closer.

Balam groaned as gentle fingers caressed him. When her warm breath swirled and danced around his cock, the bark tray clattered to the ground. Fruit bounced and rolled in all directions as he braced his hands on her shoulders. “There’s nothing wrong with me. A jaguar’s sexual organ is covered with tiny hooks to stimulate the female when he mounts her. In my human form, the hooks become these bumps.”

A shiver twirled around Sanika’s spine as she slid her fingers along his cock’s bumpy surface. These were natural? Her nipples tightened more, this time not from the cold. To have this cock buried deep inside of her, all these bumps rubbing against her tender skin. Heat pooled in her groin.

His hands tightened on her shoulders, and Sanika glanced up.

Balam’s eyes were closed, his nostrils flared, his body stiff.

Licking her bottom lip, Sanika slid her fingers down along his bumpy cock to its base. His sac was drawn up against his body, hard and tight.

Moisture seeped between her thighs.

A bead of moisture glistened on the tip of his cock.

Sanika leaned forward and tongued the drop. Then she opened her mouth, closed her lips around the entire head, and sucked as much of him into her mouth as she could.

All the air left Balam’s lungs at once, and she smiled to herself. She licked her way down the underside of his erection, sucked his balls into her mouth one at a time, and then tongued the top side of his cock from its base to the tip. Reaching down, she lifted the papaya that lay by her knee, broke it open and rubbed the juicy fruit all over his penis. Then, she again sucked it into her mouth.

“Ahhh.” His hips jerked and he buried his hands in her hair.

As her fingers and tongue caressed and swirled, his balls tightened, drawing even closer to his body. Groaning, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled his cock out of her mouth.

Started, she looked up. “Don’t you like...”

His face was strained; his teeth clenched. “Too much. If you suck on me any longer, I’ll empty myself in your mouth.”

A slow, sultry smile meandered onto Sanika’s lips. “I promise you, I’ll enjoy it as much as you will.”
He shook his head and pulled her to her feet. “No. Not here. Inside. ”

Sanika tilted her head to the side and smiled. If he wanted to go inside, so be it. The stone she’d been kneeling on was cold and hard. “Very well.” She sauntered past him to the cave’s mouth. Stopping, she looked over her shoulder. “Don’t forget the fruit.”

Balam locked his gaze on her plump buttocks. His cock jerked. To have those firm, round globes in his hands. To spread them, massage them as he pumped into her from behind...

Her voice penetrated his fantasy. “Balam?”

He wrenched his gaze to her face.

“Don’t forget the papayas and mangos.”

She disappeared into the cave.

His mind struggled to comprehend what she’d said. “What? You want fruit? Now!”

Her voice floated out of the cave. “Yes.”

“Why?”

Silence answered him.

A frustrated roar escaped his throat as he scrambled to find the red and yellow globes. What in all the hells did she want food for now that she had him primed enough to ride her until she screamed her orgasm to the sun! Cradling the half dozen pieces he’d found against his chest, he stalked after her.
Inside the cave, Sanika knelt on the bedding. She’d heard his roar. Was teasing a man who was half-jaguar an intelligent thing to do?

The red light from the fire and torch illuminated Balam’s tense body as he stalked across the cave to her side. His cock seemed even larger in the dimmer light.

His words came out with a snarl. “You wanted this?” He dropped the fruit he’d found onto the mat.
The cubs had been curled in a corner sleeping. His snarl had them scurrying outside.
Sanika swallowed once. He sounded angry and frustrated. A jaguar was a dangerous animal. She shivered, but... he had saved her life, and she knew deep in her soul that he would never hurt her. Her breath caught. To mold that danger into passion....

Laughter danced in her voice. “Thank you.” Lifting a mango, she took a bite.

Balam fisted his hands so that he didn’t grab her, throw her onto her back, and ram himself inside of her. How could she take him into her mouth like that and now just sit here and eat!

A soft sound drew his attention back to Sanika. “This is very sweet, Balam. Do shapes shifters eat fruit?” As she spoke, she dragged the partially eaten mango down her breast to her nipple, which she circled – slowly. Then she did the same on the other breast.

“Will you like this, Balam?”

She slid the fruit down across her stomach, down across her hairless mons, down between her legs to her women’s lips. All the time, her gaze remained on his face.
As Balam watched, her hand moved between her legs, and she began to stroke herself. With a low moan, she tilted her head back and spread her thighs wider. Her hips jerked, once, twice. She moaned again.

Balam’s breath exploded from his lungs. With a low growl, he dropped to her side. “Don’t stop. I want to watch.”

Her breath caught in her throat. “Watch then.” Remaining on her knees, she spread them wider apart, arched her back slightly, and leaned back against the smooth rock behind her. “Watch me. Watch me sweeten myself for you.”

Nostrils flaring as he sucked in the scent of her passion, Balam watched as Sanika writhed and moaned. His cock throbbed. His balls had never ached so much. He had to be inside of her. Before she stopped shaking from her orgasm, he nudged her thighs wider with his knees and rubbed his erection against her wet crotch. Bending his head, he licked the juice from her nipples. Never again would he question her desire for fruit.

The first swipe of Balam’s rough tongue on her sensitive nipples had Sanika moaning again. She opened her eyes and watched as he lapped and suckled first one nipple then the other. She’d already experienced the most wonderful orgasm of her life, and his cock hadn’t even entered her yet. Lifting her arms above her head, she arched her hips against his.

“Please. I need your cock inside of me. Deep inside.”

Balam lifted his head from her breasts and stared down into her passion clouded eyes. “You are more beautiful than the sleekest jaguar, more beautiful than any other woman.”

As his words penetrated her passion fogged brain, Sanika focused on his heavily lidded eyes, his very green, very human eyes – total honesty mixed with hot passion. Stark need mixed with eager hope. His soul was bare for her to see.

Tears welled in her eyes. Her heart seemed to shudder then melt. This was a man she could love until her dying day.

Lowering his head, he captured her mouth and kissed her, gently at first, then more urgently. When he lifted his head, he looked into her eyes. “Do you want me, Sanika? Do you need me as much as I need you?”

“Yes, Balam, yes. Please. I need you inside of me. Hard. Deep.”

Balam felt his heart clench. Did she want him for himself? Or just for the satisfaction his body could give hers?

“Why?”

She moaned. “You are the only man who can make me happy.”

Balam shook his head and tried to think, but the jaguar in his soul was now firmly in control. His mate lay beneath him, open, willing. His cock and balls burned with need. Still, he fought his primal instincts. He must know that Sanika would accept him for what he was – not quite human. Reaching up, he clasped both her wrists in one hand. The other braced his body above hers. He dragged his tongue across both her breasts then looked up into her face. “Do you accept me as I am – half-man, half-jaguar? Will you bear my children, children that will be able to change their shapes as I do?”

Joy welled in her soul. He wanted her, only her. And there would be children.

Moaning, she arched her hips against his cock and nodded. “Please, Balam.”

Sweat beaded on his brow as he rubbed his cock against her hairless folds. His voice vibrated with emotion. “Say it. You must say it.”

Sanika stilled, blinked, focused.

Balam’s eyes were pools of dark fire, daring, commanding, demanding that she answer him. He had more arrogance than any man she’d ever met. He was a man like no other, and she wanted no other.
Deep within her heart, warmth erupted and overwhelmed her. Love blossomed. Sanika looked deep into his eyes. Without him, her life was incomplete.

“Yes, Balam, I accept you and any children no matter what animal you turn into.”

A triumphant roar echoed around the cave as Balam thrust himself as deeply inside of her as he could. Then, after giving her time to adjust to his size, he began to move, slowly at first then more rapidly. His thrusts were long then short, smooth then jerky. He twisted his hips first one way then the other. All the while, the bumps on his cock rolled and slid against her, rubbing and massaging.

Moaning, Sanika lifted her hips to meet each of his thrusts. She longed to wrap her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, but he held her wrists with his hands and her thighs imprisoned with his, her body taut beneath his as he rode her hips, relentlessly pumping himself into her willing flesh.

“How does my cock feel, Sanika. Tell me.” He lapped her nipple with his tongue. “Does it satisfy you?”
“Yes. You are so hard. So thick.” She shuddered. That tongue. That wonderfully abrasive tongue.
Another thrust. Another twist of his hips.

“Do I satisfy you?”

“Yes, more than any other man ever could.” She lifted her head and nuzzled his mouth. “Kiss me. Give me your mouth.”

Releasing her wrists, Balam bracketed her head with his hands and covered her mouth with his. Resting most of his weight on his forearms, he thrust his hips harder, deeper.

As she sucked his tongue into her mouth, Sanika lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. She shuddered around his cock, first grasping then releasing its ribbed surface. Whimpering, she ground her hips harder against his.

Balam pulled his mouth from Sanika’s, arched his back, and buried himself inside of her as far as he could. Throwing back his head, he roared and erupted into Sanika’s molten heat. Beneath him she shuddered and keened her pleasure. She clasped his cock, milking and sucking the last drop of seed from him.

Gasping for breath, he fell to her side, pulling her into his arms, holding her tightly.
Shuddering, Sanika dropped her head onto his firm chest, more satisfied and content than any other time in her life.

“Are you finished with him, Priestess? I too need to be serviced.

Samantha Winston
http://www.samanthawinston.com

ELF SONG
Ellora's Cave

Branagh turned back to the fire, and a faint whiff of cinnamon spice caught his nose. Looking around the room for the source, he saw nothing, so he shrugged and went to the bathroom to run a bath. He adored the huge, copper, claw-footed tubs here, and the bathrooms were vast, with thick, plush towels and wonderful handmade soaps. Not that his own palace lacked refinement, but his aunt took elegance to the limit. Invitations to her Christmas celebration were coveted throughout the land, and his place of honor in the dance hall was jealously desired.

He peeled off his tunic and shirt, stripped off his boots and leggings and left everything in a heap on the floor. Then he climbed into the tub, sighing as the warm water enveloped him. Steam rose, and in the mirror facing the bath, he saw his reflection. As always, without the glamour, it showed a pale young man with light brown, haunted eyes and a twisted shoulder. With the glamour spell, he became what everyone thought a prince should be—straight as an elm, with a confident gaze and no limp. Here though, he could let his guard down and be himself.

The warm water loosened his muscles and he felt himself relaxing. He rubbed a bit of sandalwood soap onto a cloth and washed his legs and shoulders, and then he knelt and washed his cock. It surprised him by growing heavier in his hands, and a pang of desire made him groan aloud. What he’d give to have a fair maiden kneeling in front of him, oblivious to his wounds, ready to take him into her eager mouth or sex. There came another whiff of cinnamon, and then the sound of the door handle turning quietly.

He paused, and then in silence, he eased out of the tub and peered into his bedroom. There, staring worriedly at the door stood a small elf woman. She wore elf garb, not as colorful as fairy dresses, but possessing a simple beauty; a shawl the color of night fringed with silver and a dress of forest green, made of softest leather that hugged her breasts and hips before flaring into a long, supple skirt. And a sprinkle of sugar on her dress spoke of her job in the kitchens. Her hair caught the firelight and held it in its auburn depths, but he couldn’t see her face or tell what she looked like.

What matter? She was there. She’d obviously been sent by his aunt who knew about a man’s needs. But an elf? Far shyer and more serious than fairies, elves seldom strayed from their forest home. Hmm. Perhaps his aunt had a good idea. An elf would be a welcome diversion, and more importantly, an elf would keep his secrets.

He stepped further into the room. “Why keep your clothes on? Take them off now, that I may see you better.”

At his voice, Melle whirled around. She’d thought to creep out of the room, but the door had been locked.

She’d woken to the sound of running water. Her heart had nearly stopped. She’d come to see the prince. She just hadn’t counted on getting such a good look. But she’d taken a deep breath, tiptoed to the door, and peeked in. The most magnificent man she’d ever seen lay in the steaming water, his hair tousled, his eyes shadowed with fatigue. Then he’d knelt in the tub and taken his cock in his hand, and as it had hardened, her whole body had been hit by a spasm of desire so strong it nearly sent her to her knees. What would it be like to feel that cock sinking into her wet cunt, driving into her body in a hard, steady rhythm until she sang in pure delight?

Reality hit her like a frozen snow bank. A fairy prince, heir to the throne, didn’t make love to an elf woman. Bowing her head, she crept to the door and turned the handle. It didn’t open. Someone had locked it, and the key was nowhere to be seen. Panic iced her spine—she would be banished for sure! Then a low voice from behind her said, “Why keep your clothes on? Take them off now, that I may see you better.”

She froze, and then turned slowly. He stood, naked, water dripping from his body, the firelight turning his skin to molten gold. Her knees trembled. His deep, purring voice had struck a chord in her. What would it sound like when he cried out in pleasure? Gooseflesh prickled on the back of her neck.

“I said, take your clothes off. Don’t be shy. Did my aunt send you?” He smiled and she saw his body waver a bit, as if he tried to cast a glamour spell. A glamour spell? Why would he need one? She saw then that one of his shoulders dipped a bit, as if in pain, and that his right leg sported a vicious scar from knee to ankle.

Lifting her eyes, she noticed he stared at her, his eyes hooded with obvious desire. He didn’t look angry at all that she was in his room. In fact, his eyes had a predatory gaze, as if he watched a choice morsel. She lost the power of speech as he approached. Her heart thudded so hard her body shook. Gently, he took her chin in his hands and tipped her head up.

“Such a shy creature you are. No, don’t say anything. I prefer silence.” He stroked her cheeks with his thumbs, his fingers cupped under her jaw. “What incredible eyes you elves possess. We fairies can be jealous of no one but elves, for you far surpass us in beauty.”

Melle gave a start. Who was he fooling, she, beautiful? His words fell as if from honeyed lips and, entranced (perhaps she had been caught in a spell!), she tipped her head up for a kiss. She’d never wanted anything as badly; not food, not water, or even sleep. A kiss, she wanted a kiss, and then she would die happy. Her toes curled in anticipation.