10 Aug '15

#SSceneC2015 : Heather Long @hvlong vs Sarah M. Anderson @SarahMAnderson1 #NSFW

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­His hands shook as he tore open the packet. There was still an air of the unreal about this whole thing. Was he really in a hotel room with a woman he’d just met, the taste of her sex still on his tongue?

Karen took the condom out of his hand and rolled it on, which pretty much answered the question. Because while his head couldn’t quite grasp the realness of the situation, his body sure as hell recognized reality when presented in the form of a woman who made him want things, made him want to do things that he’d forgotten he used to want.

Once the condom was on, she mounted up and kissed him. He could feel the tantalizing warmth of her sex against his dick, but he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her back. Because this wasn’t just about sex. Maybe it never had been.

She lifted herself up and his dick sprang to attention. Slowly, she lowered herself back down onto him, her body stretching to take him in.

“God, you feel good,” he got out in a hoarse whisper, his face buried against her neck. It was all he could say.

Because the feeling of being surrounded by that warmth, that wetness—it wasn’t like he’d forgotten. How could he have? He’d never been an angel. He hadn’t been a virgin when he’d gotten hitched. He’d liked sex early and often.

But the sensation of a woman’s body closing around his, her muscles twitching with pleasure around him—it was as if he’d put that memory away so he wouldn’t have to think about what he didn’t have anymore.

And now he had it back.

She leaned back and cupped his face in her hands. Her eyes were wide with desire, with need. For him. “I’m going to ride you so hard.”

Sounded good to him. She pulled his arms away from her waist and lifted them over his head. He was forced to lie back, but her breasts were right there, moving back and forth with every single one of her movements.

He caught the tip of her nipple in his lips and began to suck her.

“Yeah, like that,” she moaned and then…then she began to move. None of those little shifts of her hips back and forth, no subtle shimmies.

She rode him, her ass rising and falling on his dick with enough force that, even if he’d wanted to say something—even if his mouth hadn’t been busy with her stiff nipple, pulling and nipping it until she was saying, “Yeah, Mack. Oh God, yeah,” over and over again, he couldn’t have spoken. All there was, all there could be, was his body and hers and the way they moved together, faster and harder and then, when he didn’t think he could take it, harder still.

She let go of his wrists to grab his head and move him to her other nipple. “Like that, yeah,” she said as he sucked her tender skin into his mouth. “Oh God, you feel so good inside me.”

He filled his hands with her ass, pulling her farther apart so he could drive harder up into her. He dug his fingers into her skin, which made her moan his name even louder. “Mack—oh, Mack!”

He pumped harder, faster—the whole time, all the noises she made pushed him closer and closer to the edge. “Oh, God. Mack, I’m going to—you’re going to make me come,” she gasped.

“Come for me,” he said, squeezing her ass harder. She sucked in air and ground down harder on him. “Come for me, Karen.”

He managed to catch one of her nipples in his mouth again and held it between his lips as he looked up at her. She met his gaze, her eyes glazed over with lust.

Then he pressed his lips together.

A jolt of what felt a hell of a lot like electricity shot through her. Her mouth dropped open and a noise that was part scream, part moan and all sex rolled out of her.

Mack fell back against the pillows and, grabbing her hips, he thrust up as hard as he could while her orgasm held her tightly all around him.

“God—God,” he groaned, and even he didn’t know if it was a prayer for release or a prayer that it would never end.

Then his climax ripped through his body, pushing him through several final thrusts as he emptied everything he had into her.

She fell forward onto him, her skin warm and damp with perspiration. He wrapped his arms around her and held her, not wanting to break the connection between them.

He didn’t want it to end.

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Rogue Wolf : Heather Long
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Troubled, she glanced over her shoulder to find Salvatore a pace behind her. Despite his patience, his desire cloaked him in a tantalizing musk. Another whine worked its way up her throat, but she snapped her teeth rather than give into it. Mating required a choice, and the worst of it was—she wanted to choose. The law said she couldn’t, and she enforced those laws.

Her wolf didn’t give a damn about the laws or the rules. All it understood was the male gazing at them, waiting for them. This male was a fine, wonderful man and they could have him. All they had to do was act. If they acted, they violated the law and signed her death warrant.

Some choices were worth making. Releasing her wolf, she let the fur slide away and the transformation take her, utterly confident in Salvatore’s protection. Her shift took far longer than his, but when she finally knelt before him, she had her answer.

Raising her chin, she met his gaze. “Outside, would work for me.”

The corner of his mouth kicked a little higher, though a trace of disappointment slipped over his expression.

“Asshole.”

No sooner did the word leave her lips than he pounced and she was in his arms. His mouth slammed onto hers. Possession stamped every motion of his lips on hers. When his tongue swept across the seam of her lips, demanding entrance she opened to him. Every defense she possessed shattered under the onslaught.

He’d warned her all she had to do was say the word, and he’d meant it. His fingers dug into her hips and lifted her so his thick cock could rub against her sex. Exquisitely sensitive from her shift, she wanted to arch a little higher and take him in one wild thrust—to hell with play. When she attempted to put thought to action, however, Salvatore broke the kiss and unwound her from him.

Setting her on her feet, he wrapped his arm around her middle and pulled her back to his chest. His teeth grazed her ear and then his trail of kisses went to her throat. The hard press of his cock against her ass and his teeth on her throat—panic fluttered in her belly and her heart hammered until she thought it might slam its way free from her chest.

Every glide of his tongue against her skin sent another wave of heat to her sex. She gripped his forearm, but he stroked his fingers over her belly before gliding up to cup her breast. Her nipples tightened, the ache unfurling with electric speed.

“I want to sink my cock into you,” Salvatore murmured against her throat, his tone dark and sensual. “I want to thrust into you until your body comes apart around me, and you are blind to all but the feel of me taking you.”

His hips bumped forward and the stiff length of his cock rubbed against her ass. She parted her lips and all that came out was a groan. Her pussy clenched, imagining the heated length of him filling her. Catching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he gave her a little twist and she trembled. Liquid heat rushed between her thighs.

“I want to be gentle, but you don’t want gentle do you, bella?” His teeth scraped against her skin, and she leaned into him, rubbing against the cock she longed to have inside of her. “No, you are a fierce, vibrant wolf who needs to know she is taken, aren’t you?”

Her mouth watered at the images he painted. His dominance wasn’t in question. She was only on her feet because he held her there. A part of her wanted to take her time, explore the gentle offer he intimated. The rest of her wanted him, swift and furious, while he pounded his scent into her skin.

The nip of his teeth to her shoulder combined with his fingers massaging her breast threatened to drive her mad. “Nothing to say, bella?” He teased her and his free hand smoothed over her hip. He’d already stroked her sex once, caressed her to orgasm with his fingers alone.

Swallowing hard she raised her arms, reaching behind her to slide her fingers into his hair and arching her head to bare her throat. “Stop teasing me…” The words came out broken. “Please, Salvatore.”

Hooking his fingers against her sex, he gave her clit a hard pinch and pleasure welled up at the harsh touch. “Anything you want, bella.” The last words he whispered before he nipped her shoulder. The teeth sank into her but didn’t draw blood, and she ground her ass against his cock, almost desperate. Everything was so sensitized. Even the skin of his chest against her back was like an erotic caress. He continued to circle her clit until she didn’t know whether to writhe or scream. Captive to his carnal torture, she wasn’t prepared for the first orgasm to crash over her or the second.

When his hands fell away from her, she was bereft. Then she went to her knees as the arm around her middle lowered her. Turning, she wanted to show him the same affection, but his hand fisted her hair. She glanced up and saw pure gold in his silver-ringed eyes, all wild predator and powerful Alpha.

“Not this time,” he all but growled. She understood the demand. He kept her back to him for his control, not hers. He needed it as much as he needed her surrender. Obedience wasn’t in her nature nor was submission. She never felt the urge to give into another wolf, not even the more powerful ones. They could wield their power, force her to obey, but he’d earned her willingness.

Dropping her gaze she went to her hands and knees and arched her hips toward him in invitation. For Salvatore, she could give him every inch he needed. Awareness of him swept aside every other instinct. Bowing her head, she curved her spine, utterly vulnerable to him.

He released her hair then glided his fingers down her spine. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on his scent, his actions, his touch, and the harsh sound of his breathing. He was a wolf on the edge, and she’d driven him there—she and the wild craving between them. The soft weight of his knees hitting the grass reverberated through her. He gripped her hips and she fought the call to raise her head. Utter submission, it was all she could offer him if he wouldn’t allow her to return his caresses with her own.

The tip of his cock brushed her entrance, and a moan slipped free. An unfamiliar quivering began at the base of spine. Another stroke as he rubbed the head of his cock from her too sensitive clit to her entrance, so slick with need she wanted to thrust backward and take him inside. His fingers dug into her hip, halting her action. He pulled away then she felt his teeth on her ass and she cried out.

Power shimmered over her, he wanted her to stay still and though he didn’t say the words, he didn’t have to. She’d tried to take what she wanted, and he denied her. His lips massaged the spot he’d bitten and her core went pure molten. The scent of their desire bloomed under the night sky, filling her lungs with pure animal heat and musk. All she could scent was him.

Kissing a trail along the base of her spine, he slid his hand between her legs and began toy with her. Another whimper left her throat and he chuckled. “So stubborn, bella. So hungry.”

Her teeth snapped together.

Bella, bella, bella.” The rawness in his voice combined with his fingers dancing against her clit, stroking her, threatened to tear apart her control. Her claws broke free and she dug them into the earth in her fight to stay still, to not thrust against the finger he eased into her.

She didn’t want his hand. She wanted…

“Enough,” he whispered, his lips so close to her ear. “No more teasing, bella. I promise.” Then his cock slammed into her and she loosed a howl, the thickness of his dick stretched her to the point of pain and yet she came with a shuddering jolt, her orgasm ripping from her without any semblance of control.

Good to his word, he stopped teasing her. He thrust with force and demand, every glide in and out of her a wicked reminder of his ownership. She half-expected to feel his teeth at her throat, his bite to take her even as his body drilled into her over and over. When the next orgasm crashed down, she didn’t fight it and threw her head back to howl. His fingers tangled in her hair and his mouth took hers in a kiss as he growled his release.

The world shattered and she went to pieces, collapsing back in on herself only to feel him wrapped around her, inside of her and with her. Shaking from the force of it, she clung to him as he stroked her hair and murmured to her in Italian. She didn’t know the words or what they meant. All she knew was Salvatore had her and she didn’t want him to let her go.

She was so screwed.

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