LOL!! Happy Valentines Day Everyone!! I have with me today, for your amusement and viewing pleasure author Stephen Prosapio. He has agreed to share with us an excerpt from his newest work, along with giving away a copy of his book Ghosts of Rosewood Asylum!! Take it away Steve!!
Happy Valentine’s Day!!!
While much of the world focuses on new romance, I certainly think there’s a lot to be said for keeping older relationships spicy. As a writer we’re often challenged to write love/sex scenes, and they’re difficult enough when new lovers meet. What about writing those scenes where characters are involved in existing relationships? How do you/they keep things exciting?
So, in celebration of Valentine’s Day and those who keep romance in their everyday relationships, below is the rough draft of a scene I came up with for my cozy paranormal mystery novel in progress. Suggestions are welcome, but I’d really rather have a discussion on the words used/over used//rarely used/never used in various formats of fiction. For example, how exactly is a sex scene in a mystery suspense novel different from one in a romance novel? How does erotica take it to the next level?
Scene below Diego (female) has just come home from a difficult day of disappointments. Her live in boyfriend Corey is already home.
“You want to talk about it?” he asked gently.
She shook her head. “No. Not right now anyway.”
“Thank God!” He lifted his eyes to the ceiling and raised his hands in homage to an invisible deity.
“You’re. An. Asshole.” She tried desperately to say it without slanting her lips into anything that could be taken for a smile. She stared at him with mock ire, and then gave up and grinned. “Asshole,” she repeated.
“Aww, baby.” Corey made his way from the kitchen with his arms outstretched.
“No. Stay away from me.” But she made no attempt to escape the hug. She made him work for it though—a little anyway—by not hugging back.
“C’mon babe,” he said. She let herself go a little bit limp within his enveloping arms. “If you don’t want to talk about your bad day, then there’s only one way I know to relieve your stress…”
He had a point.
Their kissing started softly but matured into hot and heavy even before they reached the bedroom door. Diego let him lead her all the way to the bed. Then she turned the tables.
She slipped around him never leaving his torso. As he turned toward her, she reached and dug her fingers into the upper part of his chest, then she shoved him backwards onto the bed. She’d pushed with all her might and loved that his broad frame could take any frustration she could dish out on it.
He was already scooting upwards toward the pillows and sliding out of his jeans when she pounced on him.
“Ugh. Geez, babe.”
Diego growled and then lowered her mouth to his, pressing down hard. She could taste the salty remnants of his after-work beer. His lips enveloped and caressed hers as her tongue smothered his. The insides of her thighs gripped his hips, and she rhythmically worked him into position. He swelled to greet her. Corey broke their kiss and exhaled heated breath into and around her mouth. She needed his flesh.
Diego pulled away and lifted his shirt exposing his lean taut abs and muscular chest. Pulling it up over his face, she stopped and let it pin his arms over his head. He started to struggle it off, and that’s when she pressed herself over the tip of him. Rubbing gently and then, shoving herself around him—around it—pressing her herself down down down until he was all the way up inside her.
His eyelids fluttered; Diego felt a gush of his hot breath in her face. She began grinding herself onto him. There was no pleasant—no nice girl—word for it. Grinding. She let all her pent up frustrations from the day eke out her very pores.
Diego caught glimpse of Corey looking up at her. His eyes wide in excitement and wonder. He’d seen her aggressive before but maybe never like this. It was then that she realized she was still holding his arms to the bed in the tangled shirt.
She loved Corey. Loved what a man he was. Strong and confident but there were times where she not only needed to take him, but needed to overtake him.
Her insides were electric and treacherous; they felt like a live wire in search of a spark. She got closer and closer but wasn’t going to climax without him. She clenched herself around him and pumped in rapid purposeful succession.
“Christ!” he moaned. And she felt him give way.
She let herself go, and a wave of wet electricity spilled from her. The live wire inside zapping everything within its reach. She convulsed in excruciating pleasure and then collapsed on his sweaty flesh. Diego even allowed herself a girly coo of satisfaction. She was spent.
Outside the window, a motorcycle roared down the street. Farther off, a train rambled by. For a moment, it seemed absurd that life was continuing on as usual, as though nothing orgasmic had just taken place. Their breathing slowed to normal.
“Feeling better?” Cory asked, his voice both deep and content.
Diego sighed. “No,” she said. “Now I want to talk about it.”
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