Rencontre Passionnée (Part 4): Aaron Speca and Patricia Laffoon

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Rencontre Passionnée (Part 4): Aaron Speca and Patricia Laffoon

This little story came about when Patricia posted the beginnings of it on our private writing page from the point of view of her character. I decided to respond by relating the same scene from my character’s point of view and then taking it a little beyond that. This continued until the scene was done. I felt this was a little different way of telling a story and wanted to share it, and Diane was kind enough to offer her blog as a place to do this. We hope you enjoy the conclusion of this passionate encounter. (At the end are links where you can follow us if you would like.)

HER:

With the exertion, they were producing sweat pouring off them in rivulets. She had been debating, in her mouth or inside her quivering channel; either way was going to give them both the release they craved. She had been pleasuring herself right along with him and now they were both so close the anticipation was thick like fog.

Somewhere among the yummy "Mmmm you taste so good" sounds, his composure must have snapped. The next thing she knew he was grabbing her by the forearms dragging her forward. “Here now!” was all he said between clinched teeth. She left him with an audible pop. Her eyes flipped up to his face. His eyes were ablaze with the deep need for relief. Climbing up his body, she straddled his thighs. As slick as they both were it was an easy glide in. Bracing herself she dug her nails into his muscular rib cage. This was now going to be down and dirty, hard and fast.

His hands slid from her forearms down to the narrow span of her waist, then down to the solid globes of her firm rounded bottom, gliding her along his rock hard length. It wasn't long before she caught up to his rhythm, and with her breast heaving she rode him, rode him hard and fast.

When their mutual release came, it was in a blistering explosion of light and sound. The loud rasps of their breath and the chandelier tinkling above them was the only sound in the now shuddering house.
HIM:

Somewhere within him, his dam of control burst. He grabbed her roughly by the arms. He gasped when she freed him, but he needed to be inside her, and now.

He locked his eyes with her swirling blue orbs. Her legs clenched around his waist as he entered her sheath. They fit together perfectly. He guided her rhythm with his palms on her firm backside, and arched up into her, watching her rise and fall.

He slid one hand over her slick sheen-covered body, up to cup her heaving breast. She moaned, and pressed her hands hard into his chest, throwing her head back. Harder and harder she rode him, crying out loudly. The room shook a little as their tension was released, and his eyes closed as he emptied himself into her.

She finally collapsed into his arms. Both of them were breathing heavy, but starting to calm. She settled in, nuzzling his neck. She felt like heaven in the afterglow of their love, and he stroked her hair gently. This was perfect. He didn't want to move.
THEM:

With her arms surrounding his neck she rested plastered to his chest. She was past exhausted, and his hand trembled as he brushed her sweat soaked hair from her face. She turned her face into his palm nuzzling it like a well-satisfied kitten, raising her heavy lidded eyes. “Shower?” He nodded swinging her up into his arms.

The shower pelted them from all directions with the soothing balm of heat; she was so limp in his arms he had to hold her close worried that her rubbery knees would give out beneath her. Tenderly he washed her from head to toe. She moaned and smiled with every gentle glide of his soapy hands over her tender body. Finished he sat her on the ledge of their massive twelve-shower head enclosure. “Don’t move.” A nod of her head was the only acknowledgment she was able to give.

He washed himself with maximum efficiency fearing if he left her to long she’d do a face plant into the shower floor. Bending he took her up into his beefy arms, placing a tender kiss on her forehead before wrapping her within the confines of a large white Turkish bath towel. Gently he sat her on the vanity seat, then wrapped one around his own hips with one hand and held her upright with the other. Now that is a neat trick, she thought. Lifting her again, he strode into the sanctuary of their bedroom.

The soft light pooled around their bed. Pulling back the deep forest green comforter and cool sheets, she was already fast asleep when he laid her head against the pillows, and he couldn't help but look down into her face with a smile. Shaking his damp head chuckling, he tucked her in. Crawling over her, he dried his hair then tossed the towel aside pulling her into his arms. With male pride, he whispered, “You know you’re good for my ego.” Even in her half sleep she smiled, sinking willingly into his arms and cuddling up into his side, knowing that was where she would always belong.

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Rudy and Trish are the main characters in our two published short stories in the "Evernight: Romance in a World of Darkness" anthologies, and will be in their own novel, “The Realmwalker Prophecy: Heart of the Mermaid” coming soon. You can get to know them as well as get 23 other great stories! Here's where you can find them:

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