Contemporary Romance | Erotic Romantic Suspense STANDALONE
EXCERPT: I know he’d explained why he was drawn to me. We shared so many likes and dislikes that it was almost scary. I mean who has that much in common with another person. Wasn’t the old expression that opposites attract? So why did it feel as if we were one person, merely split in half and finally having found the other half of our missing soul where we could both breathe again? And why couldn’t I just let my guard down and be happy for once? Staring into Van’s crystal blue eyes felt like diving into the warm waters of the Gulf of Mexico. It felt like home, and it scared me. I watched as his eyes traveled down my body to the hand I still held between my thighs. A small smile played on his lips as realization hit him. “Are you like me, angel? When you’re stressed, you need to surrender your anxieties out to the universe with a sexual release.” I nodded, but then shed a few tears I didn’t think I still had. “It’s been days since I’ve come. I know I’m wound up tighter than a guitar string ready to break, which isn’t allowing me to get there.” Van kissed my forehead and pulled me against his shoulder as he rocked us on the floor of the shower. His voice lowered, taking on the seductive tone he always used as DaLuvMaster online; the tone that always drove me to the edge of reason and made me climax harder than I’d ever done in my life. “I think I know why, darling. It’s come to the point that I need you in order to get off, and I think you need me too. We’ve been there for each other over the internet, guiding one another to the height of sensual pleasure; a pleasure only each of us could give to the other.” He hastily changed the topic, asking, “Have you washed yet?” I shook my head wondering where this was going and knowing I looked flummoxed by his question. He moved me off of his lap and stood, offering his hand to assist me. I tried to cover myself, but he grabbed me under the arms, which exposed my body to him as he lifted me to my feet. His tone was soft, yet stern. “I don’t want you to ever cover yourself around me, angel.” I looked down at the shower floor, not wanting to meet his eyes, but he forced me to look at him anyway. “You’re more beautiful than a Greek goddess.” I blushed while looking anywhere except directly at him. He moved his head around until my eyes finally locked on his. “Besides, I’ve seen you naked countless times over the last nine months. I’ve memorized every inch of your glorious curves. My only regret is that I’ve never felt those curves until now.” I started to speak, but he shook his head and placed a finger over my lips. “I don’t want you talking, not just yet. I’d like your permission to help you bathe, and in return, you can do the same for me. We’ve already used up a lot of water; it would be shameful to waste anymore, when we could just shower together.” Van looked quizzically at me. “Is that okay with you?” I nodded in agreement, but feared what it would do to me to feel his hands washing my body. He walked me back into the stream of water and guided my head back so my hair got completely wet. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of the water cascading down my body. I jumped when I felt his hands start to work my lavender scented shampoo into my hair. “Your hair is so soft. I love the feel of its texture. I can imagine it wrapped…” His words trailed off, and I could feel his manhood stir underneath his soaked boxers as he moved close to rinse my hair. “Why don’t you remove your boxers?” I wondered. He stood back from me a bit. “I don’t want to scare you. You’re naïve, to a point, about sex. Have you seen a cock?” I blushed a bit. He was right; I hadn’t seen one in person before, other than his brother’s and only by accident, but I wouldn’t admit it. “I’ve seen them online.” His eyebrows quirked with amusement, so I figured I’d better explain. “My roommate in the dorms was addicted to watching free porn. She watched almost anything and everything from masturbation to the physical act of sex. That was her way of relieving stress and what ultimately gave me the idea of doing my webcast. She became so addicted to it that she started paying to watch the films, not being satisfied with the free clips.” Trying to hold back a laugh, he bit his lip. “What?” I wondered. Van shook his head. “It’s nothing, Kaelin. I always wondered how you got into this. I would’ve never guessed it was from an example set by another student.” Stepping back, he lowered his fingers into his waistband and slowly worked the water-laden briefs off his body. I was mesmerized the moment his cock sprung free from its confines. My eyes were bulging at the sheer size of him. I’d seen men with huge pieces online, but this put all those guys to shame. I caught myself reaching out to touch it, but then realized what I was doing and stepped back. Grabbing my hand, Van guided me to him. “It won’t bite, love, not unless I tell it to.” He laughed. The bastard. “Go on, touch it. You won’t hurt me unless you grip it too hard. Besides, I do expect to get to wash every inch of your body, and I want the same in return, including my cock.” His hand rested over mine as he pulled me to his manhood. It was standing strong and proud, curving up toward his belly. He was huge. I’d heard people call a penis a rod, but his cock didn’t feel like hard metal; instead, it felt soft to the touch, but hardened underneath the silky texture of skin. I was shocked to see he was clean-shaven, just as I was down there. I’d been told I should remove the hair because that’s what men wanted. Actually, it’s what Van told me in the beginning of my webcast. “Men desire their women clean-shaven so they can see their pussy dripping with the juices of desire. It also provides more sensitivity to the man and woman during oral sex.” I ran my hand down the length of his shaft and marveled at the feel, when his cock twitched in my hand, causing me to jump. After a few more caresses, it began to grow in my hand, and his hips starting to thrust ever so slightly as a moan escaped his lips. He pulled back abruptly and spun me around. His breath was uneven, his voice throaty, “Enough, love. I can’t take the feel of your touch; it’s too tempting. If you keep this up, I’ll want more than what you can give me.” He leaned forward, placing a kiss on my neck just below my ear. “If you tempt me any further, I’ll need to take you against this shower wall. I wish for your first time to be special, Kaelin, and would like it to be memorable for you, for both of us. I yearn to be not only the first man to climb inside you, taking your virtue, but the only man to ever know how it feels to have those walls clamped around my dick as I take you to heaven and beyond in sexual bliss.”
Meet the author! Cynthia P. O’Neill grew up in small town in South Florida and moved to Central Florida to attend college. There, she married her friend, love, and soul mate and still resides with their amazing son, and a feisty, four-legged little boy.