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So this is a bit darker/hotter than the last one, but my writing teacher thinks it's near impossible to write intimate scenes that actually work. Fifty Shades begs to differ. I read a mills and boon book lately that inspired this passage, it's the same sort of scene but I made it modern day, so I am going on literature knowledge, if it's utter rubbish and doesn't do the job I apologise, and seriously f.book me your experiences or something to see if I can get a real perspective to write about. Oh and Alex- I have not had sordid fantasies about you dude, I just love the name you've heard me say so before lol.
Self Pleasure
Catherine
was giggling at a passage in her book, Alexander heard her and opening the door
peeked in. She looked delicious, lying on her front, legs bare and kicking in
the air, she had a top on and knickers, and socks he suppressed a laugh not
very well. Catherine looked round and frowned but her face flushed,
“Don’t you
knock?” she demanded making no attempt to cover her bare thighs
“Nope, not
when the scene is so inviting.” Alex watched Catherine bite her lip a little
before turning back to her open book.
“Go away,
I’m reading.”
“One of
those dirty books again?”
“No!” she
cried indignantly-it was
“Bet it is.”
He laughed and subtly flicking the lock silently he moved over to her. She
ignored him as he leaned down and read over her shoulder, a particularly hot
passage and he laughed. “I knew it.”
“It’s
romance.” She justified
“Like hell.
There’s only one reason girls read books like that, to get off.”
“You’re
disgusting.” She meant it too, he was, but she liked it all the same. Alex sat
watching her as she tried to continue reading; she was warm from the book, warm
from his gaze and wished he’d leave.
“What do you
use Cathy?” he murmured after a minute
“I don’t
know what you mean.”-She did
“Come on
tell me, I’d like to know so I can imagine you doing it.” He grinned down at
her and started listing possibilities, “A toy maybe? I don’t see that about
you, just your fingers?” still no reaction from her “some women I’ve known
grind themselves up something, is that more on the right track?” biting his
tongue to stop laughing Alexander watched the blood red flush rise up the back
of her neck and stain her cheeks, bingo! She may act the lady and in her innocence
she was, but she was as wanton as a brothel whore, that’s why she read those
books. “So that’s it, you rub yourself subtly against something…your hand? This
bed?”
“Alexander
I’m not discussing this.”
“You’re not
reading either. I can see your eyes have been on that same sentence this whole
time.” By now he’d moved to lie beside her and pressed closer under the
pretence of reading the page. Catherine felt the warm strength of his body and
did the best to ignore it.
“Go away.”
“Not a
chance.” Alex scooped up a handful of her hair and pushing it aside lay his
mouth on her skin, so softly he dragged his lips over her and reluctantly
Catherine’s eyes drifted closed. Her hands became loose on the book but Alex
tutted “look at how easily you lose concentration” he teased “go on, read aloud
to me.” Catherine tried to breathe normally and began reading but the effort was
too much, her skin was tingling and when she reached a dirty word her voice
choked and Alex’s hands came around her possessively. “You know, it’s much more
fun when someone helps you along.” He said seductively and Catherine let the
book drop resting her head against its cover.
“What are
you going to do?”
“I want to
see how you make yourself come, I’m going to watch you.”
“No!” she
cried out, she was not letting him see her like that.
“Oh yes you
are, I’ll help you. Here…” taking a small throw cushion he brought it between
her legs, “let’s wedge this under you and you’ll have a little more to feel
then.”
“No, Alex, I
can’t”
“Yes you
can.” Alex pushed the cushion beneath her and still running his hands up her
bare legs he moved up to her lace covered bum and pressed her down, Catherine
gasped at the tingle she felt from the pressure between her legs and Alex held
himself above her helping her along. She tried resisting a few times but
finally the seduction was too much and she rocked her hips and felt the
pleasure rising, her rear end pressed up into Alex’s crotch with each movement
and he felt her body growing hotter, it was heating him through. Catherine bit
into the bed covers and muffled her noises and he moved away as she came, afterwards Catherine looked tumbled and tousled and embarrassed. Alex tried not to laugh but
failed, he wondered if there was anything he couldn’t get her to do, she was
his to lead.
“I can’t
believe I did that.” She looked mortified at her own desire
“I knew you
would, you’re not so reserved as you act sometimes.”
“You’re a
jerk!” –he was
Alex laughed
again, his own need still throbbing in a hard almost painful way in his jeans.
Getting up he tossed the pillow aside and grinned down at Catherine
still looking confused and dazed. “Where are you going?” she demanded. Alex
leant down slowly and kissed her surprisingly gentle,
“I’m going
back to my room, I’m going to think about what you just did for me, and I’m
going to wank over you.”
Catherine
made a noise of disbelief
“Come and
have me!” she called out suddenly desperate as he reached the door, Alex smiled
to himself. He had her.
“Not yet
sweetheart.”
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