Cover Rookery Cove: Petits S’Mores
 
a novella by Mardi Ballou
from Changeling Press

Here’s an excerpt. Enjoy!

“Let me help you with that.” He steadied her hand with his, and electricity sparked through her body with an extra large jolt to her clit. Somehow, though, she managed to complete the complicated process of giving her guest a drink.

“To old times and new,” Dominic toasted.

Her mind went blank when she tried to think of a witty retort. They clinked glasses and drank.

Dom got right to business. “Tell me everything you know about the tainted product.” Good. Right now, she couldn’t have dealt with him bringing up personal issues.

Clothilde put her glass down on the desk. “There’s not a whole lot more to tell than you already know,” she said. “And it’s getting late. I’ll show you to my guest room so you can settle in before dawn.”

“Guest room?” he echoed.

The way they’d been together, who’d have believed they’d ever stay in different rooms? Goddess, she felt like a concierge in some hotel.

“Til.”

“Dom.”

In a moment, he was holding her again. She had no conscious recollection of how she ended up entwined around his body, with him cupping her chin and raising her face for the kiss she craved. As his lips plundered hers, she’d have sworn no time had passed since they’d last been together. His mouth on hers felt as natural as the tides of the ocean battering a shore.

He laid claim to her with his lips, his tongue, his teeth, his arms and the fierce erection she burned to wrap herself around.

“Til. Oh hell, it’s been an eternity. Let me be with you now.” His voice fell harsh on her ears, and every nerve ending in her body went on full alert. “I want you so.” His voice quivered on the last words, and her fate was sealed.

He scooped her up in his powerful arms and held her to his chest. Though she’d thought she remembered everything about her lover, being with him now she understood the poverty of her memory. “Come to my room.”

“Show me the way, my lady.”

In moments, she had him there, in the place where she’d often fantasized him. Of course, in her fantasies, she hadn’t been forced to invite him because of a crisis. But at this moment she’d take him any way she could get him.

“Fancy,” he observed, depositing her on the black silk sheets of her round bed. Though she spent her days in her single coffin -- with a double in reserve to share with a lover, should another one ever come along -- she fantasized about making love in the luxury of the custom made round bed.

A flashback of the horrible video, the doomed lovers, ran through her mind, and she withdrew from him, horrified by the obscenity of people dying in the midst of lovemaking.

“Dawn will come soon,” she warned.

“The first time’s going to be fast,” he responded a tad sheepishly. She blinked rapidly as she drank him in with her eyes, and she was lost. The first time? Would it be the only time?

* * *

In a flash, they both had their clothes off. For once, his normally fastidious Til flung her garments aside. He longed to feast his eyes on her beautiful body, but the prospect of a more compelling feast cut short his visual appreciation. She lay on the bed, her legs open in invitation. With a growl, he lowered his head to her nether lips and tasted her musk.

Groaning provocatively, she moved her hips to give him full access. Her clit, already swollen with desire when he positioned his lips for that first seductive lick, tasted like paradise. Til’s long fingers ran through his hair, holding him to her exactly where she wanted him. He’d always loved her receptiveness to lovemaking, her readiness to show him exactly what she wanted, how to pleasure her.

Her scent filled him with desire and with the impulse to do right by her. In her surrender, he could feel her hurt, her confusion and her vulnerability. His cock, hard from the moment he’d laid eyes on her, now felt near to exploding. Her sweet musk turned him on fiercely, making him ache to be joined with her for the release they’d both waited too long for.

“Dom,” Til begged, her voice rough with desire. “I want you in me.” She moved her leg so she pressed against his cock, and the contact had him seeing stars. He felt like a horny teenager who’d just scored a night with the prom queen. He tried to move his cock away from her leg so he’d last longer, but she wouldn’t let him.

“You have to come first,” he whispered.

“We come together,” she insisted. The determined way she pressed her leg against him spoke even louder than her words. After a lick and a promise, he drew his mouth away from her pussy and slid his dick up to the juncture of her legs.

For just a moment, he lay on top of Til, the head of his cock poised at her hot, wet opening. After all the lonely dreams, at last he was exactly where he’d hoped to be. For just that moment, he fantasized staying exactly where he was, on the brink of ecstasy, forever. But he couldn’t wait another moment, and he sensed she couldn’t either.

With a gasp, he entered her. In moments, her hot sweetness surrounded him and brought him home. But the erotic sensations were too delicious to last for long. They moved together, him arching his hips so his cock slid in and out of her intimate core. He lowered his face to hers, and she scraped her teeth across his lower lip, drawing a thin trickle of blood, which she promptly licked. He could tell that this preliminary taste fired up her appetite.

“God, I want you,” he growled as he plunged deep inside her.

“I’m here.”

His cock, stroked by the subtle movements of her intimate muscles, massaged her tight sheath. Each point of contact brought him to an ecstatic edge, and he held on by his fingertips.

“Oh, darling,” Til whimpered.

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