Nicole Hartmann

Project Details TITLE: Caleb - Genesis CUSTOMER NAME: SAMPLE DATE: DUE DATE: n/a LENGTH: 2,000 Words HEAT: n/a GENRE/TROPE: Alpha Male, Intimate Scene OTHER: First Person, Heroes POV Heroes 34-42, Heroines 26-34 “Turn around,” I ordered. She stared up at me with those beautiful blue-gray eyes, and I was completely lost. I was tired of fighting my attraction to her. I knew that she was attracted to me, and that was all I needed in this moment to stop trying to control my passion. I wanted her. Now. “Caleb –” “Turn around.” I didn’t let her finish her sentence, didn’t want to hear the reasons why we needed to take it slow, or why she supposedly knew that once I’d had sex with her, I wouldn’t be interested any longer. I knew myself. I’d never been this emblazed by lust by any woman. Genesis was different. I was different when I was with her. Without letting her talk me out of it, I pushed on her shoulder gently until she spun away from me. She presented me with the arch of her back, the black dress fitting her curves so tightly that it made my mind go crazy with lust. I pulled on the silver tab of a zipper, drawing it down slowly, exposing inch after inch of tanned, golden skin. Her skin was heated, but mine was hotter. When I let my fingers trail behind the zipper, she shivered at the feeling of my fevered skin touching her much softer skin. When I reached her lower back, I spread the material apart so I could place my mouth at the center of her bare back, running my mouth down the vertebrae of her back. I tugged the rest of the formal dress down, letting it slide down her smooth legs until it hit the floor with a whisper. She bent to remove her shoes, but I stopped her hands. I fingered the straps around her ankle, admired the way her legs looked in the heels. Instead of taking them off, I moved the dress out from under each foot, shoving it away from us. She was naked, save for a black satin scrap of panty that only emphasized the mouth-watering curvature of her ass. I fingered the soft fabric, felt the rush of her exhale as she trembled beneath my hand. I stood running my hands along the length of her body – first her ankles and calves, then her sleek thighs, up her trim waist to her ribs and the side of her breasts. When I got to her neck, I bent, nibbling on the soft skin between her neck and shoulder. She tilted her head to the side, the intricate formal up-do starting to fall down in tendrils of curly, mahogany hair. Her hands floated back, grasping my hips through my dress pants. I wanted to twist so her hands landed on the part of me that had all the blood right now, but I resisted, building up the anticipation for both of us. We had waited to so long for this. I lifted up her arms, forcing them above her head until she was completely exposed to me. “Don’t move,” I demanded in her ear, my voice so low that I practically growled it. She shuddered, but left her hands above her head, posed for me and only me. I placed my hands at her hips, pressing forward should she could feel the rock-hard bulge at the apex of her thighs. She gasped and I thrust gently into her, letting her feel the evidence of my arousal. I let my hands roam from her hips to the soft skin of her navel, my fingertips splayed on her lighter skin. “Look at us.” Her eyes flickered open, catching mine in the floor-length mirror on her open closet door. We presented an erotic picture, her almost completely naked except for her panties and high heels, her hair still styled and proper. Behind her, I stood almost a foot taller than her, my shoulders wider than her own. I was still wearing my white dress shirt and black pants. I had discarded my shoes and socks, but nothing else. I thrust into her, her eyes blazing in heat, staring at my darker eyes in the mirror. She licked her lips and I groaned. I wanted nothing more than to turn her around, lift her up, and settle her down onto my hard cock, but I’d dreamt a long time of this. I was going to make it last. I was going to wring every ounce of pleasure from her beautiful body. I wanted to hear her scream my name, beg me to let her cum, tell me that she felt the same intense obsession that I felt for her. Instead, I raised up my hands to cup her breasts. She gasped, her eyes floating shut and her head tilting back in pleasure. I squeezed and kneaded, pinching her nipples until they were hard and she was restless. I kissed the side of her neck, whispering to her how beautiful she was and how much I wanted her. I moved my hands down to her panties, stripping her of them and helping her step out of the silky underwear. Her arms dropped, but I didn’t correct her. Instead, I had something much better planned. “Turn around,” I commanded. This time, she did as I asked quickly. I pressed against her thighs with my fingers until she spread her legs as wide as she could comfortably. Without preamble, I crouched, reaching out with my tongue to taste her slick folds. She cried out, placing both hands on my shoulders for balance. I licked up and down, suckling her clit until her legs trembled. I added a solitary finger, sliding up into her heat and watching her crumble into an intense, full-body orgasm. She moaned, but I placed the flat of my tongue against her quaking clit so that each shudder intensified the orgasm until she was begging me for something, anything. When I was satisfied, and she was unsteady on her feet, I stood, catching her against me. I lifted her and walked her over to the bed, depositing her into the silken cloud of black sheets. For a moment, I just looked at her. She was so beautiful. “What is it?” She mumbled, peeking one eye open. I started to speak, but my voice felt rusty and unused. I swallowed. “You’re perfect.” She flushed, her tanned skin turning pink. “Caleb…” “I mean it,” I insisted. I braced myself with my forearms on either side of her head. Lowering my mouth to hers, I started an intense kiss that has us both shaking and delirious with desire. “You’re the perfect one,” she said softly, so softly I almost missed it. Instead of replying, I pressed against her mouth, demanding that she let me in. I slid my tongue against hers, sucked on her bottom lip until she cried out, her hips thrusting up against mine. “Caleb,” she moaned, frustrated at my lack of movement. I started to unbutton my shirt, then decided it was a terrible shirt anyway, and ripped it off. Her eyes flashed, apparently attracted to my heathen tendencies when I had her naked, writhing, underneath me. I unbuttoned my pants and slid them off, letting them drop into a pile on the floor.