(Man, I'd really like to have sex in a library. This is a thing that needs to happen. Men in my life, please get on this.)
Moving on, let me tell you guys about my tale. First off, since it's very different from my normal stuff I used a different pen name for it. Second, Phoenix helped me with both the perfect title and an amazing cover:
June is the protaganist in my tale, and I have to say she's one of my favorite characters that I've created. I love the way she doesn't throw herself at her crush, but she certainly doesn't hide her desire either. She wears her heart on her sleeve. Or maybe it's more accurate to say she wears her lust there. Either way, she's not shy. I hope you guys love her as much as I do.
I leaned up and caught his mouth with mine. He held still for a moment, before returning my kiss with passion. I wrapped my arms around him, pressing our bodies together, and enjoyed feeling just how hard he'd gotten already. I stroked his back and then pulled my hand to his chest. Breaking our kiss, I looked at him, letting him see the longing in my eyes, as I reached my hand down, intending to get a better idea of his size.
He stopped me. He grabbed my wrist, right as I reached his belt buckle, and said, “Do you have somewhere to be?” Seeing my head shake, he continued, “Then let's not rush things. How about you have a seat on the table here?”
I sat on the large oak table, idly wondering again how on earth they'd gotten it in the room – the thing seemed to weigh a ton whenever we'd tried to move it. Morgan touched my face again, gently, and my thoughts about tables vanished.
“Why don't you unbutton your shirt for me?” he asked.
I complied. My fingers shook, but I did it. Slowly, and maintaining eye contact with him the whole time, I undid all the buttons. I didn't take my shirt off because he didn't tell me to do that. "What the hell, June?" the more sensible part of my brain asked. "Since when do you take orders?"
I looked at him; he was visually drinking in every inch of my newly exposed skin and clearly loving what he saw. "Since this guy decided to give them to me."
“God, you're beautiful,” he said. “I'm going to take your shirt off now,” he added, and I realized he was giving me a chance to stop him if I wanted him to. Instead, I held my arms in a way to make the shirt removal easier. He slid it off of me, and I could feel his warm breath against me as leaned down. He kissed my neck after the shirt had hit the floor, and I arched up. His mouth felt so good, and the thought of it on more intimate places was driving me wild. I leaned back, hoping to encourage him to kiss his way down, but he didn't.
Instead, he straightened up and looked down at me, “I know you're eager, but show some patience. We'll get there. For now, I think you should lose the skirt.”
Let me know what you all think about this direction; if you like it I'll try to do some more vanilla shorts. And for those of you that like the kink, I have a couple things in the works that I am closing in on finishing. I'm on vacation the next couple days (because I am super good at planning release dates) but I should be back in the writing saddle soon.