As I mentioned about a month ago, I am reading the Anita Blake series by Laurell K. Hamilton, which starts with Guilty Pleasures. I’m reading about 175 pages a week. Each week, I’ll be bringing you two posts: a review of the book and a related kinky post. This is a sexy story to accompany the end of Guilty Pleasures!
Guilty Pleasures (Chapters 24-end)
There isn’t anything particularly sexy or kinky in this book, but there is some interesting talk about feeding energy as a vampire between Jean-Claud and Anita. This got me thinking about energy in a relationship and how sometimes that energy can be very, very sexy. Enjoy!
“Honey, I’m home!” I call as I enter through the back door. I don’t hear anything, and I’m not sure where my husband is. We just bought this house that’s like three times the size of our apartment. It’s wild that he can be in a room in the house, and I just can’t find him, but it happens more often than I’d like, honestly. We joked about having walkie-talkies. I’m not opposed to the idea, as I yell for him again.
I’m putting my bag down and hanging up my coat, and suddenly, he’s in front of me.
“Hi, honey,” I say with a smile, but the smile fades from my face as I see the look on his.
He’s staring at me hard with desire, and his stare isn’t the only hard thing.
The energy in the room shifts, and we nearly crash into each other. We’ve been married for almost five years. Not that we don’t have a healthy sex life, but it’s not as active as it once was. But right now, I’m pretty sure he’s going to take me right here on the kitchen floor.
He kisses me hard, and my hands find their way to the button on his jeans. He winds his hands into my hair and pulls my head back by it. I love the sharp tug. He kisses down my jaw, down my neck, onto my collarbone, but that’s as far as the fabric will let him go without ripping. I tug the shirt up, my skin bare up to my bra. He stops kissing me long enough to get the shirt off over my head. He unclips my bra with one swift movement, and I let it drop to the floor. His kisses trail down to the waist of my pants. For a moment, I think he’s going to undo them with his teeth, but the energy is too strong for that. Instead, he nearly rips the button getting them open. As soon as I’ve pushed my panties and pants down over my calves and onto the floor, he parts my legs. Kneeling in front of me, his tongue flicks against my clit, and I think I’m going to fall over. I keep my hands on his shoulders, giving me balance.
“Down,” he says, and his voice is just as I always hear it in my head. Sexy. Deep.
I get down onto the cold kitchen tile, and he parts my legs, wasting no time shedding his own clothes. He presses his hot body against mine, kissing my lips, letting his tongue slip between mine. I can feel his hard cock pressed against my stomach. I wiggle my hips, trying to move so that he’ll slide between my legs, but he’s in control. I prefer it that way, but I am desperate to feel his cock inside me.
It feels like he kisses me forever while I squirm under him, pinned between the cold tile and his hot body. I feel like I’m going to lose my mind when he finally shifts and lets cock slide into my dripping wet pussy. My eyes flutter closed, and I sigh heavily as he gives me what I have desperately wanted since I saw the look on his face when I got home. Gosh, I’m a lucky wife.
J R Vincente 