fiction friday 45: secret admirer. part 23.

Posted on 14 November 2016 by what sandra thinks

fiction friday.

This is part 23 of secret admirer. ♥
(Finally. I know it’s not Friday, but I’ve missed a few of those, so as promised, I’m posting this right away. Oh, you’ve been so patient… and I hope you feel it was worth the wait when you read…)

[Previously posted: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22]

secret admirer.

part 23.

He dragged his fingers slowly down my arm from my shoulder to my hand. Our fingers locked together, and when my teeth grazed his lip and playfully bit him, I felt his smile. And I felt his hand at the back of my head pull me closer.

I mumbled his name but when he kissed my neck, my brain melted and I couldn’t speak another word. Oh my God… he is just… oh God… His hand released mine and landed at the small of my back. He sucked on my neck while pulling my body to his. I felt every single part of him against me and it made me tremble in his arms. Perfect. He must have thought it was perfect, too, because he squeezed me so tight my feet left the floor. As he turned us around, his eyes found mine. And in his, I could see such intense desire… and the hint of a smile.

Please throw me down on the bed now.

Our mouths played, sharing sweet, tempting tastes. When his lips left mine, he teased me with his eyes, with his smile. And he leaned closer to me until I fell onto his bed. He froze in that moment, staring at me as though he couldn’t believe I was actually there. I watched his chest rise and fall with his long, deep breath. I smiled and extended a hand toward him. He took it and I pulled him to me.

The moment he landed, I sank my hand into his hair and pulled his mouth to mine. He kissed me, lingering on my tongue, my lips until he nestled his head in the curve of my neck. As he tasted me there, he grabbed my thigh, slowly sliding his touch lower until he slipped a hand under my knee and lifted it. My foot rested on the edge of the bed and I used it to push myself up under him. And I loved his sexy little moan.

He dragged his tongue from my neck over my collarbone. His fingers followed so gently he almost tickled me. And so slowly I sighed in anticipation. But he didn’t want to hurry. He made me wait, touching me closer and closer to my breast until he finally took it in his hand. I inhaled sharply, trembling. Gently, he squeezed, drawing deeper breaths from me. And he wanted more. And I needed more.

His thumb teased me, circling my nipple until it was throbbing, begging for his mouth. I breathed his name… burying my fingers in his hair, guiding his mouth to me. But he didn’t need guidance. He knew exactly what he was doing. Sweet delicious torture. But not for long.

The heat of his breath on my skin was almost too much for me. And when his tongue finally licked me, when his lips surrounded me, my grip on his head… in his hair… tightened. My other hand fell to the bed beside me and grabbed a fistful of his sheets. I moaned… louder. “Oh God.” I am not a religious woman, but this is heaven. His gentle suckling kisses sent shivers through me. Everywhere. I could feel him inside me before he was ever there.

I bit down on my lip as his mouth burned a path across my heart to my other breast. How can he move so slowly…? How can he take his time? How can he do it? My God, I want him inside me. I may have to take him myself. Right now. Oh… God.

I released my hold on the sheets and laid my hand on his back. I paused there, lost in the sensation of his mouth on me. My fingers dug into his skin and he moaned against me. I could feel it and it was the sexiest thing on earth. And I may have mumbled that to him… but I don’t remember my words. I remember his tongue relentlessly teasing me.

I ran my hand down his back, to his side, past his waist. I felt his body tense under my touch but I didn’t stop. Slowly, I slid my hand lower… lower… and under him until I finally found my prize. I wrapped my fingers around him. That breath… the one where he doesn’t know if he’ll ever take another… there it is.

His kisses headed back toward my neck, but he paused along the way, happily distracted by my touch. I needed to drive him mad. It was only fair… he did it to me. So I played with him and whispered his name. And he answered with his delicious moan. Deep and gravelly and with a trace of my name hidden inside.

I surrounded him with my touch, sliding my hand around the heat I held, squeezing him, gently at first, then harder. He moaned again, hot and breathy, right into my ear. Though I knew he couldn’t see my face, I smiled. And though he made me weak in every way, I found the strength to speak.

“Greg…” I had to pause for a breath. “Are you sure we should be doing this… before our date…?”

“Oh God… Amy…” He lifted his eyes to mine and grabbed me with his hand under my hair and his thumb on my cheek. I knew he loved that I teased him. And I knew he was going to make me stop doing it.

“What?”

“Shut up.”

Oh, the look on his face was perfect. Smiling, yes. But his eyes… his expression. He said nothing but I could see the love… I could feel it. And then he tried to say the words anyway.

“Amy…” He paused, closed his eyes and let a breath escape from deep inside him… because I still touched him… still squeezed and rubbed and twisted my hand around him. “Oh my God…” Sigh. His hand held my head tighter, close to his. So close our noses touched. “Honey… you are beautiful… and delicious… and maddening… and I adore all of you.”

Slowly, I released him and dragged my hand up over his chest until I reached his neck. I held him there and touched his lips with mine. And I whispered my words between tiny tastes and kisses. “You are irresistible… and sexy as hell… and I adore you.” One last little taste of his mouth and I left his lips. I kissed his cheek and gently bit his chin on my way to his neck where I made him sigh my name. More than once.

With my hands on his shoulders and a smile on my face, I pushed him away from me, just enough to roll him over onto his back. He pulled me over him and my lips returned to his neck. I kissed him over his throat and lower to his chest where my lips touched him over his heart. Slow, sweet little kisses. But when felt him hold me tighter, I sighed and lifted my eyes to his.

I smiled for him and ran a finger over his lips. He collected my fallen hair between his fingers and held it away from our mouths. As he kissed me, I suddenly became hyperaware of the heat of him throbbing against me. I moaned into our kiss and he took his lips from mine. When I saw his face then, I found such an intense look of love… and hunger… in his eyes. And I fell in love all over again.

I shifted my hips over his, nestling him perfectly between my thighs. He mumbled my name and I tickled his lips with mine. The moment he felt my hand sneak down over his stomach again, his grasp on my hair tightened. And this time when I took him in my hand, I brought him to me. Near me. So close to me. And he didn’t need to be inside to feel me… warm and wet… dripping on him.

His breaths suddenly quick and shallow, he whispered to me. “Amy… please…”

Still I held him, finally touching me… just the tip of him barely inside me. But I couldn’t make him wait. I couldn’t wait. I took my hand away and pushed my hips into his.

He was finally inside me… all of him… filling all of me. The moans, the sighs, the breaths… they ceased for an instant then returned far more intense than before. My God, he is perfect.

For a moment, I didn’t want to move. I just wanted to feel him inside me. But that moment faded and my body took control. My hips lifted from his and he grabbed my thighs as I lowered myself onto him again. There would be no more stopping… no more pausing. I rocked my hips into his and he pushed himself up under me. When I felt that, my mouth fell to his shoulder and I bit him. I was gentle and playful and he loved it. And I loved his heat sliding in and out of me, our bodies dancing, my heart pounding.

I whispered his name. My warm breath floated over his neck and I kissed him there. He brought a hand to my head and sank his fingers into my hair. “Honey…” His voice was low and strained and I think I lost my mind. “Look at me…” I gave him what he wanted… my eyes. He pulled my mouth to his and kissed me. Oh, our bodies never stopped dancing. But he kissed me still. And when he let my mouth go, I saw his face again. And he whispered again. Just words. Complete thoughts were impossible. “Sweet… oh love… beautiful…”

Moaning only incoherent sounds, I closed my eyes. He was right there. I could feel him… in that perfect spot… the one that made me shiver and gasp and call out his name in unbridled ecstasy. But still I didn’t stop. Not until he clutched me tighter… and moaned for me… and let go… all at once. I’m not sure if we lingered inside some sort of zero-gravity phenomenon, but that moment seemed to last longer than I thought possible.

I breathed his name in sweet, dizzy contentment and collapsed onto him. His arms surrounded me. We lay together listening to our panting breaths… until I lifted my head from his chest. I found his perfect smile waiting for me.

“Hi beautiful…” His hand covered my cheek. His smile was perfect.

“Hi sexy.” I smiled for him and slipped a hand into his hair. I inhaled deeply, still struggling to calm my breathing. But it didn’t matter. He was struggling, too.

“I think you should know,” he paused for a breath, “that I’m not finished…”

I stared at him, still smiling, still softly panting. “Not finished?”

“I still have to taste the rest of you…”

“Oh God…” I lowered my mouth to his and kissed him. He rolled onto his side and I lay close to him, our heads sharing a pillow. “Greg… honey… you are perfect… every word… every breath… perfect.”

“Amy…” his lips teased mine. “You are perfect.” His whisper made my insides scream… again. And his mouth… he kissed me like he wanted me to feel it for the rest of my life. And I never wanted him to stop. But he did. And he smiled again. He ran his fingers down my neck to my shoulder, his touch wandering over my skin.

I wanted to kiss him again. I wanted to have him again. My lips neared his, but he stopped me before I could taste his sweet mouth again.

“So… honey… about that date…”

My God, his smile melted everything inside me. And I was still dying for his mouth. “Greg…”

“What?”

“Shut up.”

the end.

from your secret admirer.
endnote.
I hated to end this story. Maybe that’s why it took me so long to do it – my subconscious didn’t want it to end either? And next Friday? It will be a surprise for us all because I have no idea what’s next… 

This post is part 23. The End.
Previously posted: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22.
© 2016 what sandra thinks

About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, sometimes blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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67 Responses to fiction friday 45: secret admirer. part 23.

  1. mandibelle16 says:
    14 November 2016 at 9:27 pm

    Great way to end! Sexy and sensual! And they’re finally together. There could be more. I could see why this took a while to write. Sex scenes are hard but you do a great job with this and the entire story!

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  2. VictoryInTrouble says:
    14 November 2016 at 9:45 pm

    Oh, that was amazing! I could picture the whole thing and man was it hot!! I didn’t know it was the end but it ended with a big smile. You did an awesome job with this whole story!

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  3. ladieswholunchreviews says:
    14 November 2016 at 11:10 pm

    Aww, sweet, sexy, perfect! Loved it and yes, worth the wait ❤

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    • what sandra thinks says:
      14 November 2016 at 11:15 pm

      I am so glad you enjoyed it! That means so much to me. I had so many things stopping me from writing this (like, physical and psychological) that by the time I felt it was done, I wasn’t sure if it was done! Thank you again, Diane. ♥♥♥

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  4. Miriam says:
    15 November 2016 at 12:09 am

    Absolutely perfect Sandra. ❤️ What a beautiful, sensual romantic way to finish what’s been such a fantastic series to read. Well done girl. xo

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  5. Marquessa says:
    15 November 2016 at 12:37 am

    Well worth the wait…Absolutely perfect ending! And what a way to finish!💕👍

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  6. The V Pub says:
    15 November 2016 at 8:15 am

    A true happy ending. But I should inform you that your calendar has run amok. Friday?

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  7. dcp65 says:
    15 November 2016 at 9:21 am

    Just stunning
    Wow
    Stands back in admiration
    It is vivid, sensual and extremely sexy. You should be really proud of this … and the ending is just right … a hint of things to come
    (I’d be signing you up for series 2 now)
    And I am looking forward to rereading at my leisure
    Thank you again

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    • what sandra thinks says:
      15 November 2016 at 10:03 am

      Thank you for reading and for your incredibly flattering thoughts… I’m so happy you enjoyed this. I really do hate to let these characters go. Maybe I need to find more for them… Thoughts? Suggestions? I’m going to need to spend some time with this…
      Thanks again ♥

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      • dcp65 says:
        15 November 2016 at 12:04 pm

        I’m sure we could all think of more for them!!
        Let my imagination run wild …

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        • what sandra thinks says:
          15 November 2016 at 12:09 pm

          I think I have that imagination, too. But feel free to submit any suggestions at any time! My email is always open…

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          • dcp65 says:
            15 November 2016 at 12:15 pm

            Ok … will do!
            23 seemed (because a prime number?!) an ‘odd’ number to end on (have you read ‘the curious incident’?) whereas 24 seems more ‘complete’ …
            so it could be a trailer for series 2

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            • what sandra thinks says:
              15 November 2016 at 12:23 pm

              Honestly… I almost ended on ff 44 / part 22 (kind of killed me that it didn’t work out… I have a thing about numbers… which even I don’t understand)… but I wasn’t finished a 22… unless I made it a very long post…

              I will think about the trailer… but I really need to get a new series all figured out in my head before I start anything. This one I pretty much dreamt up and wrote as I went along. I do not recommend it… (though I keep doing it… I must be a masochist…)

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              • dcp65 says:
                15 November 2016 at 12:35 pm

                Masochism … now there is a new avenue for you!

                I agree with the trailer (it was a joke … I understand from those better at writing than I that it is a post-natal experience finishing
                So relax and have a well-earned drink!
                But know you have made a lot of people very happy

                And on numbers …
                https://www.amazon.co.uk/Rogersons-Book-Numbers-culture-numbers/dp/1781250995
                Take care

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                • what sandra thinks says:
                  15 November 2016 at 1:02 pm

                  Oh, but I do really love the idea of a little teaser for something more (thank you for that!) even if that ‘something more’ is far away…
                  And making people happy – that’s what I want (well, one of the things)… so thank you for that, too.

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                  • dcp65 says:
                    15 November 2016 at 1:09 pm

                    You’re right … but write for you first! I am really new to blogging – as you will be able to tell from my site! One of my inspirations was Emily Dickinson who wrote with no thought of being published … so there is an act of expurgation (good word!) in writing

                    I will be rereading the series (especially now I know there is a happy ending!!)

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                    • what sandra thinks says:
                      15 November 2016 at 1:20 pm

                      I struggle with any other kind of ending. Oh, hell, I struggle with an ending. Period. I am such a romantic that I cannot imagine these two not ending up together. (I even killed a man for it to happen…) Maybe the happy ending makes me predictable but I don’t think I care! It’s who I am.

                      I wouldn’t say no to being published… and I’ve thought about working toward that. But I find it clutters my head with questions over whether I’m ‘good enough’… and, of course, I write better without putting that pressure on myself…

                      (I don’t know if you’ve poked around, but I have written a few other series stories… but I am terrible at selling myself. So this is how I sell myself – by saying how terrible at it I am…)

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                    • dcp65 says:
                      15 November 2016 at 1:21 pm

                      It’s a novel sales technique … but surprisingly enticing
                      *pokes around*

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                    • what sandra thinks says:
                      15 November 2016 at 1:25 pm

                      Well, now that I’ve brought this on, I hope you’re not disappointed… I know that the other long one needs help with the time jumps within the story… but it happened because, of course, I made it up as I went along… It worked in my head at the time… (which means little to the reader…!) Poke away…

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                    • dcp65 says:
                      15 November 2016 at 1:26 pm

                      I will …
                      Have a good day … dark and wintry over here

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                    • what sandra thinks says:
                      15 November 2016 at 1:31 pm

                      Grey and rainy over here… hope you have a good day, too.

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  8. Meg Sorick says:
    15 November 2016 at 9:45 am

    This was sooooooo worth the wait! It was amazing and sexy and hot and elegant! There is an art to writing a tasteful sex scene and you ‘nailed’ it 😀 Steamy and sensual without being crude or vulgar! Absolute perfection! And I’m so happy they are together – I love this couple!

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  10. amanda (Just in Queso) says:
    15 November 2016 at 8:19 pm

    Ow ow! That was great. And a little blush-worthy. I’m jealous of Amy.

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  11. Julie Holmes, author says:
    16 November 2016 at 7:58 am

    Sigh. It’s over?? Really?? So good! So sexy. So worth the wait!!

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  12. Kay says:
    16 November 2016 at 4:29 pm

    Your are a gifted storyteller, Sandra. 💜

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  13. magarisa says:
    18 November 2016 at 9:49 pm

    It was worth the wait! What a perfect way to end it. Bravo, Sandra!

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