You know, I really tried to make this story more sensual than erotic. But I’ve been listening to a lot of Jodeci. Like, all damn week. And then I was listening to the track by Bruno Mars, “Gorilla”. Let’s see I got some Christopher Williams, Guy, Robin Thicke, Jon B., Marvin Gaye, Keith Sweat….
In other words, you already know what type of story this is going to be. I listened to the same soundtrack for the S&M series and well, I went all the way raw, balls-to-the-wall with that one.
So yeah…Where I Wanna Be is going to be raw. There is going to be so much sex in this story, you might get pregnant.
Enough babbling…onto the snippet:
Simone finally realized she had a schoolgirl crush on Eli. That was fine. She would be okay with that. A schoolgirl crush meant she could dream and fantasize about him and there was no harm in that. She could fantasize about his full lips on hers again, sucking on her bottom lip as his hands wandered all over her body. She could fantasize about him undressing her, kissing each body part as it became exposed to him. She could fantasize about wrapping her legs around his waist as he moved inside her, pressing his body against hers, as he hungrily took her mouth with his and…
“You’re somewhere and it’s not here…” Eli whispered in her ear.
Simone blinked twice and straightened out her posture. She could smell Eli’s cologne and hated how close he was to her once again, making her stomach wrap in tight knots and her heart race a mile a minute. She also hated the desire that formed in her sex and spread throughout her body. “I was thinking about something.” She kept her gaze straight ahead.
Eli pulled up a stool and sat next to her. “Do tell,” he insisted.
Hell, no. Simone turned her attention to Eli and locked eyes with him. His hazel eyes were always warm and inviting, open to anyone and everyone. She noticed how serious they were, hanging on to her words and silently demanding for a response. The problem was they both knew Simone was going to give him one, whether she wanted to or not – a trait all of the D’Amato brothers shared. Those damn D’Amatos… “I was thinking about the future.”
“Good? Bad?” He pressed.
“I’m going to make you swallow my cum, Moni,” Eli whispered as he fucked her mouth with his cock. He forcefully pulled her hair and pistoned in and out of her hot mouth. “You suck me so fucking good. You’re my dirty little slut, aren’t you, boo?” Simone blinked the fantasy out of her head and tried to speak but was too tongue-tied. “Um…um…”
“That bad, huh?” Eli smiled at her. “So bad you can’t tell an old friend?”
Simone let out a quiet breath and took another sip of her margarita. Eli was just a crush. A simple, no-harm, no-foul crush. He was also a married man. A happily married man who was faithful to his wife and devoted to his young son. She would need to keep reminding herself of that. “I’m not sure yet.”
Come back next Sunday for another snippet.