First Draft Excerpt - Angelic Kiss

Excerpt from the new story in first draft form, which means there are definitely grammatical errors lurking. This isn't the beginning of the story - just an excerpt that will go in near the beginning. I'm still reworking and fiddling with the beginning - one of the hardest parts to work up in a story along with the ending. :P Let me know what you think.

Excerpt: Angelic Kiss

Spero placed a gentle kiss on her lips. The touch of his lips was sweet and left the cool, tingly aftertaste of fresh mint tickling her mouth. Eyes still closed, Sara inched forward for another taste. Her eyes flashed open in alarm as she stumbled forward into nothing, discovering that Spero had taken a step… a distressfully large step back from her. The satisfied look on his face reassured her that a sudden bout of stinky breath on her part hadn’t driven him away.

“That was nice. But could we do it again? Say for a little longer?” She smiled coaxingly, taking a step closer to him while wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“I like you.” Spero responded with a hint of reproach in his voice. He took another step back.

“Okay. I like you too.” Sara gave him a puzzled smile, then tilted her head slightly and teased, “typically that leads to more kisses and longer kisses.” She took another step forward, then huffed out an exasperated breath as he once again stepped back from her. Was it body odor? She had showered that morning. And used deodorant. Oh no. Maybe angels didn’t like kissing? Was it considered sinful? Oh god… ooops… golly – did that mean sex would be instant internment in hell? Oh, that would suck. Not to mention put a big fat crimp on the lusting for an angel thing.

“I like you…” Spero repeated hesitantly, before adding, “…and respect you. I don’t want to take advantage of you.” His perfectly formed mouth tilted in a bashful smile while he watched her with those amazing silvery grey eyes.

Sara quelled the urge to roll her eyes. Spero was shy. It was cute. Sort of. She had a sneaky suspicion that she was going to have to take the role of aggressor in the relationship if she planned to be kissed - and more - with any kind of regularity. Not that they had a relationship. Could a human and an angel even have a relationship? And where did you find the answers to those types of questions? Was there a Wiki-pious?

Glancing down at the toes of her red high tops so he wouldn’t see the amusement in her eyes and possibly feel being insulted, Sara said, “I promise I won’t be taken advantage of if you kiss me again. And I’ll still respect you in the morning too.” She couldn’t hide the tiny lilt of laughter that crept into her voice. This guy… angel… whatever… was just so entertaining.

Sara watched in disbelief as Spero’s shoes slid yet a step back from her. Unbelievable. It was just a damn kiss, not a marriage proposal! Okay, fine. She could take a hint that was whapped over her head, several times in rapid succession. The guy definitely did NOT want to kiss her again. Every ounce of humor fled as she glanced up, fisting her hands on her hips.

“Why the hell did you kiss me in the first place if you didn’t want to?” She demanded, cringing inside as she felt her cheeks flush in embarrassment. She’d practically thrown herself at him after his nearly plutonic peck at her mouth. God! Did they come anymore pathetic than her? He “liked” her. Hello. Key word for I just want to be friends, but in her oblivious state of angel lust she had taken it to be an invitation for more. Where was the nearest toilet? She so needed to flush her head a half dozen times.

“I did want to Sara. I told you, I like you.” Spero said, eyeing her curiously. It was obvious her sudden mood swing had him baffled.

At least he had stopped backing away from her predatory stalker self. Mentally kicking herself repeatedly, Sara shook her head in self disgust. It wasn’t his fault. There was something so innocent and openly trusting about Spero, that she knew he hadn’t intended to mislead her about his intentions. It was her own damn fault that she misread his signals, thinking he wanted HER, when all he really wanted was a friend. Her hormones were to blame. It was a crystal clear that it has been way too long since she’d been laid when she resorted to projecting lust on an angel for cripe’s sake.

“Look, I get it.” Sara said, her lips curved into a wry smile as she waved a hand in the air dismissively, “I apologize that I took a simple kiss to mean more than I should have. We’re all good, Spero.” Sara glanced around the bar as if an excuse to escape the awkward situation she was in might jump out and rescue her. She didn’t see an excuse, but she did notice the dark man, dressed in black jeans and t-shirt, leaning against a wall, watching her and Spero with unusual intensity. As soon as her eyes met his, he flashed a crooked grin and started a slow prowl in her direction. He didn’t walk her way, he glided. The hot look in his eyes set off a sizzling flush inside her. Uh-oh. If that wasn’t trouble headed her way then she didn’t know what was. One embarrassment an evening was her quota. Forget the excuse. It was time to cut bait and run.

Grabbing Spero’s hand, Sara rapidly shook it as she blurted in super-fast speak, “Well, it’s been fun Spero. Thanks for the kiss… I mean the drink. I need to head home. Maybe I’ll run into you again sometime. Good luck with all the angel stuff.”

Flashing him a falsely bright smile, she twisted to hurry away, but was brought up short when he didn’t release her hand, causing her to do a little bouncing stumble. His grip tightened as she frantically tried to tug it free.

“I don’t understand,” Spero frowned, ignoring her attempts to free her hand. “Why would you want to end our date so soon after we just agreed we like each other? Have I said something to offend you?”

“Date?” Sara squawked, gaping at him. Oh boy. Talk about mixed signals. Now she was completely confused. She had no time to process that thought since a pair of very warm hands settled on her hips and she felt the heat and hardness of a body press up against her from behind. She froze. No, no need to see who it was. She knew without turning her head, it was the dark stranger who had been watching them. His sensual aura that had screamed at her from across the room, wrapped itself around her like a scalding hot blanket.

“Who’s your pretty friend Spero?” a voice purred next to her ear as his hands flexed on her hips. A warm breath tickled the hairs along her neck causing her to tremble as her entire body blushed, from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. She had just been dipped into a vat of molten heat. The deep, accented voice touched her in places inside that it had no business touching. Especially while she still had her hand in the grasp of an angel.

Excerpt - Good Girls Don't Growl

“Look,” Lexie sighed, “I’m not interested.”

            “Why not?” Garrett asked, tilting his head slightly as he watched her closely, “You’re as attracted to me as I am to you.”

            Lexie started to refute his declaration then decided why bother. He had eyes and could see the obvious signs of arousal. His grip on her hand had relaxed so she snatched it back as she replied, “I’m sure you’re a nice guy and all that but I’m not interested in dating. Anyone. Ever.”

            “Ah... the old I’ve sworn off men tactic.” Garrett nodded sympathetically, “No wonder you’re a little uptight. Maybe if you talked to someone…hey, guess what! I’m a good listener…”

            Lexie gave him an exasperated growl of annoyance, “Grrrr! It really is none of your business!”

            There. She’d been rude. That would chase him off.

*

            Garrett struggled to maintain a bland, nonthreatening expression, while inside everything heated up another notch. That little growl she’d tossed at him had been sexiest thing he had ever heard. Oh yeah, the feisty woman wanted him regardless of her denials. He could smell her arousal as it coated her panties. And he could easily read the hungry need in her pretty eyes. But she wasn’t going to submit easily. Thanks to some dickless wonder in her past, she was skittish. That growl that had stroked his cock as surely as if she had taken him in her hand proved she would fight their attraction tooth and nail. Lucky him. He loved a challenge and even better – he loved a chase. His cock swelled and pulsed, threatening to tear out the front of his jeans. His prey was tagged. It was time to back off until he had a strategy planned.

            Garrett knew his smile was on the feral side as he slowly rose out of his seat. Lexie’s eyes grew wide and she pressed back against her chair as he towered over her. Sliding casually around the side of the table, he stared down at her flushed face, tilted up toward him.

            “I’m making it my business, sweetheart. Do you know why?”

            Lexie shook her head, cleared her throat nervously before she said, “Ummm… no?”

            Garrett leaned down and pressing a quick kiss to her mouth. It was over almost before it started. Her lips were soft and sweet nearly causing him to groan out loud. The taste of her clinging to his mouth as he pulled away.

            “Because sitting there all shy and blushing, you look like the sweetest angel the goddess ever placed upon this earth. But honey, good girls don’t growl and I aim to find the bad girl you’re hiding deep inside.”

S-S-s-s-ex scenes

One of the toughest things to write in erotica is sex scenes that don't sound like every other fucking ~heh~ sex scene you've read. Also keeping multiple sex scenes in a story fresh and not "canned." I personally think I totally SUUUUuuuuuUUUCK at writing sex scenes that are creative and unique. It's an area of weakness i'm working on improving. I kind of just toss them in there as the story chugs along and worry about "fleshing" them out later.
Recently in a writers' group meeting I read the following scene that I thought was going to be boo'd out of the room. To my extreme surprise I was told not to change it, that the humor worked and the scene was hot.

We always are our own worst critics, aren't we? I thought I'd gone a little over the top with this but it had everyone laughing so maybe.... maybe i'll just leave it alone...

Garrett chuckled at her sassy response then growled, "Darlin', that is the biggest fib I've ever heard. I may just have to spank you for that one." He felt her shiver and knew she was thinking about him tying her up, spanking her pretty bottom red, then using a toy on her. He could smell the flood of moisture that signaled her aroused state. Grabbing her chin firmly, he turned her face toward him and nibbled gently on her lips for a moment. Sucking on her plump bottom lip he battled the need to toss her down and mount her. Her gasp and subsequent sigh of pleasure unraveled the last threads of his control. The heat flared wildly between them and he groaned, pressing his lips harder against hers. His tongue drove in, spearing between her lips. He devoured her mouth, licking, and sucking as they both grew more and more frantic.
Ripping open her robe, he roughly squeezed her breast, then pulled and tweaked her nipple. Lexie moaned, and then cried out as he pinched her nipple hard before moving over to the other neglected one. Pulling his mouth from her, Garrett enveloped her breast between his lips, his teeth nibbling, then carefully biting. He increased the pressure of his nips until she cried out and clutched his head closer. She tasted heavenly. Lexie moaned his name in protest as he released her nipple with an audible pop. Ignoring her fingers that tried to tug him back to her abandoned breast, he danced his tongue down her body. The muscles in her stomach quivered as he licked his way down to her belly button, where he teased and nipped until she arched into him. Her scent and taste wrapped itself all through him. He felt his wolf stretching, reveling in the pleasure her flavor gave him. It felt as though the essence of her was seeping into his skin, wrapping around him and through him.
"I have to taste you." Garrett growled, "I have to taste you right now."
He leaned down and quickly pulled her panties off. Biting a path up her thighs he felt her tremble. The whimpering noises that escaped her were making him crazy. Everything about this woman made him crazy. His hands were shaking slightly as he used his thumbs to spread her wide, looking at the petals of her vulva for a long moment. Her pussy was wet and swollen, pulsing with visible hunger and calling for him to claim it. He nuzzled her with his nose, inhaling her musky scent then swiped his tongue across her clit, causing her to cry aloud before he dove in licking and biting at her labia like a wild man. She tasted sweet and tart. She tasted perfect. Garrett shuddered and shoved his tongue into her as deep as he could force it, desperate to drink down every drop of her.
*
Lexie couldn't believe the animal noises coming from her throat as she bucked and pushed her cunt against Garrett's mouth with helpless abandon. Never, never had she felt anything this good. The grunts and growls he made as he devoured her was making her completely lose her mind as her body tightened more and more, reaching for an explosive orgasm. It was too much. It wasn't enough. She had never dreamed anything could ever feel this good. Her fingers were tangled in his long hair, holding him in place as she moaned and begged for more. Close. She was so close and she knew it would unlike any orgasm she had ever experienced before.
Garrett's monster cock tapped her cheek, causing her to look over to where it dangled just beside her head. Should she…. oh hell, why not, Lexie thought, scooting herself under Garrett's legs so his cock hung dead center over her mouth. For some reason Garrett's freak of nature was making her mouth water. She took a tentative swipe across the tip with her tongue. Garrett reared up cursing, before diving back into her cunt with crazed abandon. Lexie smiled. Heh. Take that, she thought, then cried out as his teeth took hold of her clit and he sucked on it hard. Her pussy gushed, cream trickling past his feasting mouth and sliding down the crack of her ass. With determination and no small amount of revenge, Lexie swallowed the head of his cock, sucking and licking as much of his cock into her mouth as she could fit. She was definitely not a pro at giving blows, but if the sounds he was making were any indication she was doing just fine, thankyouverymuch. Her cheeks hollowed as she swallowed him with enthusiasm, determined to give him as much pleasure as he was giving her.
"Goddess damn!" Garrett howled, thrusting his hips helplessly, forcing his cock deeper into her throat. Lexie gagged for a second, and then wrapped both hands around the beast to keep it from suffocating her. She stroked her hands up and down its wet length as she continued to suck and tease.
"Oh you evil bitch!" Garrett cried out, "That feels too damn good!"
His wicked tongue drove into her, reaching impossibly deep inside as he slide it in and out in a mimick of fucking that caused her to buck and wail. Garrett lifted his face from between her legs, his chin wet with her cream. "I'm about to come, Lexie. If you don't want to swallow, you better stop right this second."
Lexie sucked harder. Garrett roared, then latched on to her clit and bit. Lexie screamed and exploded, his cock thrusting even deeper, muffling the sound as they both came in a fury of thrusts and cries. She must have blacked out Lexie realized as she weakly lifted her head and looked over to where Garrett was still shivering and groaning.
"Baby, I'd hug you but I can't fucking move." Garrett mumbled.
Lexie snickered, and rested her head against his thigh.
"I can't either." She giggled. Looking over at his now deflated but still impressive cock, she said, "I still think you should be tagged as lethal."
"You say the nicest things," he mumbled into the blanket.