Sedona shrieked. Bands of something she couldn’t see wrapped around her bare legs and continued spiraling up her naked body, forcing the bath towel out of her hand. Reacting, she tried stepping forward. But nope, she wasn’t going anywhere. Catching sight of herself in the immense mirror over the double sinks, she gaped. She was wrapped in sheer gold ribbon. Goddess! She looked like some kind of weird sex gift, about to be presented to the carnal cherub who had everything.
She stared for a split second, then screamed ‘Volcano’ in her mind. Shocked and raw inside, she blinked at her reflection, then screamed like a banshee.
A scant second later Volcano materialized at the entrance of the bathroom. Halting on an etheric dime, he took his sweet time running his gaze up and down her, not once, but several times. Despite her obvious distress, he seemed to be savoring. Sedona scowled. “Get me out of this...this whatever the hell is going on.”
“Michael’s way of winning our contest.” His purple eyes glowed with a lustful enthusiasm Sedona hadn’t witnessed yet. And she’d witnessed lightning bolts of desire take over his eyes. Often.
“Michael?” she asked through clenched teeth. “Contest?” She glared as best she could. Her cherub was very hard to glare at.
“Archangel, Saint.” On silent feet he moved toward her, then circled her. The white-light heat of his gaze warmed her significantly and flushed her cheeks. “He bet me he could wing faster through the dense atmosphere of Earth. I was winning...until...”
“Until,” she impatiently demanded, while her whole body ignited from his perusal. What she could see in the mirror. Good Lord, his cock blazed to life, the red light shining through his pants.
“He popped my cork.”
“Oh, for God’s sake, what does that mean?”
“It means.” Suddenly, his face was above hers. “He knows what pops my cork. This is his New Year’s Day gift, and his victory.”
“Just like an archangel,” she breathy swiped, “giving the perfect gift and winning, at the same time.”
He smiled. The joy shimmered his eyes, blending with his passion, an inferno about to rage out of control. “Sedona, my beautiful woman.”
Lowering his head, his lips feather-touched the ribbon over her nipple. It dissolved like magic, and he greedily suckled. Sedona tried to squirm with the sudden ecstasy, but it was useless. All she could do was feel the pleasure streak through her like a shooting star while he raked his teeth over her rigid nipple. Touching the ribbon over her neglected nipple, he caused it to vanish. His fingers strongly twisted, and rapture flamed through her.
Sedona moaned, her sex mound throbbing, her wetness slickening the inside of her thighs.
Palming her sex curls, he disappeared the ribbon, and thrust his finger deep inside her rosy folds. Deliberately, with a languid rhythm, he rubbed up and down the length of her clit.
“Volcano!” She soared, bubbling beautifully.
“Happy New Year, my woman,” he growled.
Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~
Good late evening, my Big KitKats, the Kougaress did writing double-duty today, taking romance author, Stephanie Adkins’ Unwrapping theme from the Liquid Silver SEx blog and claw-penning Sedona and Volcano’s New Year’s day celebration...purring-well, a tiny slice of their day together...for Theme day at Siren-BookStrand, where a fascinating discussion ensued and lots of fabulous excerpts abound.
Happy New Year... on another Earth
Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~
FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~
Part 3 ~
Sylva beat back the worry that threatened to overwhelm her. Pasting a smile on her face, she tossed her strawberry blonde hair a bit. The long length waved over her bare back while her dangly ruby-imitation earrings swung enchantingly...to her eye. She felt sexy and sultry. Swivelling her head, she looked at her profile from the corner of her eye. She’d pulled the sides of her hair up, banded it, then attached a tiny glittering rose. As if possessed by a spirit, she faced the mirror, whispering, “I wish I may, I wish might, find my true love tonight.”
Zeke plucked his mahogany leather cowboy hat from the bronze curlicue hook, plopping it on his head. From years of practice, since he’d been knee-high to his father, the broad-brimmed hat settled at the perfect rakish angle, and covered most of his bay-colored hair. The curling waves at the nape of his neck and above his ears were touched by a golden sheen from all the time he spent outdoors. He’d had more than one woman, scarce as they were in these parts, run her fingers through the fringes of his hair, as if she sought real gold. He grinned.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Part 1 ~ see Happy New Year... on another Earth
Part 2 ~ see Purple Squirrel & Happy New Year... Part 2 ~
HAPPY NEW YEAR ~
May your most romantic dreams come true...
Golden kisses from the Kougar...