Thanks to Melody Parks for hosting another week of WIP IT UP WEDNESDAY and giving us an opportunity to share our WIP! This week’s snippet is, once again, from our upcoming novella - “The Author’s Friends”. As we join our scene in progress, Michael and Carla just spent Christmas Eve with her family and are on their way home to do some celebrating on their own. After all, it is Michael Cohen’s first Christmas, and they need to put their “personal touch” on the holiday. Next week, if you like, we can take a peek across town at Dana and Richard’s ending to the holiday. It gives a whole new meaning to "Christmas in July". ;)
“What’s your assessment of the evening?” Michael looked at Carla briefly as they approached a traffic light.
“I think you fit in quite nicely with my family. Dad thinks you’re definitely ‘beer buddy’ material.”
“I don’t believe there’s a higher compliment from one who used to own a bar.” He kept his eyes on the road and rubbed the nape of his neck. “I hate to change the subject, but are you still intending to tell your parents about our lifestyle?”
“Yes, I just didn’t think Christmas Eve was the best time to get into that type of conversation,” she said crossing her eyes.
“I’m not ashamed of the way we live. Of course, we know there are plenty of benefits.”
“I sensed that under the dining room table.” Carla shot him an impish grin.
“Maybe you need a lesson in ‘there’s a time and place for everything’, young lady.”
As Michael parked the car, Carla reached over and playfully pinched his cheek. “Please be advised, we have an early start tomorrow. The Campbell kids are awake well before sunrise on Christmas morning.”
“Far be it from me to fool with a Campbell Christmas tradition.”
They casually walked into the house smiling - then raced upstairs like a couple of “hormone-raging” teenagers.
“Do you want to undress me … or would you rather watch?”
Michael silently walked behind Carla and kissed the back of her neck. His sturdy hands slowly unzipped her dress and reached around to caress her flat, smooth stomach with his fingertips. He pulled her in close, purposely directing his warm breath near her ear. “You’re all mine,” he whispered.
She could feel his hardened length behind her and heard the jingle of his belt buckle coming undone as he moved her to the bed. Carla slipped out of her dress and sat down to become eye level with his rising member.
“Please, I want to taste you, Michael.”
He nodded slowly, closing his eyes as she drew his thick, hard cock closer to her mouth. While her wet tongue laved underneath his length from the base to tip, she quickly caught a flash of pleasure lighting up his handsome face. As if she was licking frosting off of a cupcake, every inch of his soft skin was savored while carefully cupping his balls in her hands. He slid his fingers through her wavy hair gently guiding her head toward him, enjoying every moment as she tugged and pulled with her hand, watching his skin tighten with every passing second. But as she took his length farther into her mouth, he slowly shook his head no and carefully withdrew from her lips. Hoping she hadn’t displeased him, she licked a drop of pre-cum from the tip of his cock in appreciation and sighed.
Michael unhinged her bra revealing sumptuous, pillow-soft breasts and moved to the center of the bed rolling Carla on top of him. Her silky blonde hair barely tickled his chest as she unbuttoned his shirt with one hand while carefully stroking his glistening length with the other. He cradled her head and gently encouraged her to lick and suckle his nipples, but just as she got into a comfortable rhythm, she was flipped onto her back.
His lips curved upward as he gently spread her legs and noticed a large, wet stain on the outside of the dark cotton fabric. “These are coming down right now,” he said in a low, quiet voice as he slowly removed her panties. Brushing the tip of his penis up and down her smooth, bare pussy, he teased her in hopes that she would beg for more.
“Michael, I want you inside me.”
“Be a good girl,” he whispered.
Instead of diving in with his full length, he barely penetrated her velvety folds and then pulled back. Carla fought to take on more, as Michael twisted and pinched her stiff nipples with his fingers. She placed her hands around his warm neck and mewled from the acute sensations of pain and pleasure.
“Please stop teasing me,” she begged.
His thick, taut shaft was slowly eased inside her slippery passage until penetration was absolute. She responded and rocked her hips up and down in cadence with his movement. Their need for conversation finally ended.
Carla planted her hands firmly on his bottom and drew him closer, leaving no room between them. Sensing she was about to crest, Michael tossed his head back as a deep groan emanated from his throat. With eyes closed and a throbbing clit, she moaned in satisfaction while his hot semen pulsed like the beat of a drum until he was soft inside her. Their breathing finally returned to normal as he gently rubbed his cheek onto hers and kissed the tip of her nose.
“Merry Christmas,” she purred.
Thanks so much for stopping by and please keep moving … there are some great posts to check out on this hop! ~ shelly