Sex in romance is a natural fit IMHO. Seriously, when two people meet, it’s the chemical attraction that first connects them. It’s heady, exciting, and exhilarating when you first meet “the one.” It’s why falling in love is so much fun. What happens after you fall in love is where the rubber meets the road. But getting to that point, the moment when you know the hard work is worth everything you put your heart and soul into is awesome. Writing about falling in love is something I love to do, and when there’s a sex scene with an alpha male whoo hoo!! Here’s a scene from Pleasure Me when the hero who’s been tutored by the courtesan heroine becomes a master.
“I don’t think—”
“I once had someone tell me not to think, but to feel.”
Sinful. It was the only word she could think of to describe his voice. The sound of it was a dark caress that hinted at something decadent as he quoted her own words back to her. Her mouth went dry as she suddenly realized he was no longer a student. The way he’d planned this small tryst and the masterful way he was seducing her said he’d paid close attention to everything she’d taught him over the past month.
She inhaled sharply as his hand slid across her leg to reach the spot just above the apex of her thighs. A familiar liquid warmth dampened the fragile silk drawers. Merciful heaven was he planning to make her have an orgasm right here and now? Her heart slammed into her chest at the deliciously wicked idea. She shuddered. They couldn’t. There was enough scandalous talk about them as it was.
“Please. . .”
“Please what, my lady?”
The confidence in his voice was something she’d never heard before. It reinforced the fact that he’d graduated from inexperienced pupil to devastating seducer. A man capable of enticing her to submit to his bidding. His hand moved again to press into her stomach at a spot just below her corset.
A moment later, his hand tugged forcefully at her drawers, and she gasped out loud with shock. Seconds later, desire spiraled through her belly only to explode inside her as his fingers brushed across her sex. Dear God, she’d never experienced an erotic seduction like this before.
Her entire body tingled with need, and every touch of his hand intensified the sensation until her breathing was coming in short pants. Suddenly, his fingers parted her folds to lightly stroke the nub between them. The hedonistic caress pulled a low moan out of her.
“You like that, don’t you.” His satisfaction was clearly evident in his words as he moved his hand back to her thigh. She whimpered at his withdrawal.
“Yes,” she gasped.
“A teacher of mine once told me that some women like to hear a man whisper naughty words into their ears.” His teeth nibbled at her earlobe. Her knees gave way, and only his body kept her from sliding to the floor. “Are you one of those women, my lady?”
“Oh God,” she whispered hoarsely. She couldn’t remember any man ever arousing her to such a fevered pitch before.
“Answer me, my lady.” The low growl rumbled in her ear like a distant thunderstorm. A tempest that would most likely strip her of every sense or sensibility she possessed.
“Yes,” she whispered with a ragged breath.
His hips shifted against the back of her thighs, and she could feel the hard length of him leaving its imprint on her buttocks. His fingers threaded with hers against the door as his mouth left a trail of fire across her shoulder. She wanted to kiss him. Needed to feel his mouth on hers, on every inch of her body. She tried to turn toward him, but he easily held her in place.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” The words were harsh against her ear as his hand brought hers downward to touch his stiff erection. “From the first moment I saw you, I’ve wanted nothing more than to bury my cock inside you.”
She gasped at the images his words produced. Only two or three times had he spoken to her in such a manner. In both instances, he’d been uncomfortable, almost shy, using the words. Now, his voice was strong and demanding. He was in complete command of his words and his desire, and that was more shocking than his language.
It sent a frisson dancing down her back as she stroked him through his trousers. Touching him like this only intensified the need inside her. Her body ached for a completion she knew only he could give her. God, she wanted him now. At this moment in time, she didn’t care if someone discovered them here. She didn’t care what people might think. All that mattered was her need to have him inside her bringing her to a climax only he could give her.
“Please, I want—”
“Want?” he growled darkly and with a fervency that thrilled her. “You have yet to understand the meaning of the word, my lady. When I’m done with you tonight, you will be begging for my cock. You will plead with me to fuck you, and then you sob for more.”
The raw, coarse words sucked the air from her lungs, leaving her breathless. Never in her life had she ever wanted a man so badly.