Opening Scene!!!!
ABRAHAM, ISAAC, AND JACOB is my upcoming African-American/Urban Women’s fiction novel coming to Amazon on Saturday, February 1st, 2014. Enjoy this glimpse of the opening scene! Don’t forget to “like” and comment when you’re done! Thanks :)
*****:::::Warning/Disclaimer: This post is DEFINITELY for the 18+ crowd. If explicit sexual content offends you, then don’t continue on:::::*****
~Chapter One~
Bittersweet
Shanelle Harper – June 23rd 2007 (Seven years ago…..)
Even just past two in the morning the temperature was still well above ninety. The thick, sultry air filled my lungs as I drew in a breath and swiped the back of my hand across my forehead. Once or twice, I caught him staring at my breasts through the now barely-there material of my nightshirt – the pigment of my skin contrasting the white cotton.
Moisture accumulated between our bodies as we tested the strength of his mother’s patio chair beneath our weight. There was no foreplay. Didn’t need it. As far as I was concerned, our extensive past had been one continuous foreplay session that had me wet and hungry for him long before he even touched me tonight. Just the thought of finally having the elusive Abraham Lorenzo Sinclair, more affectionately known as “Zo”, turned my panties into a slip-n-slide hours before our rendezvous even began.
This encounter was my way of proving to this man that I wasn’t the little girl he’d accused me of being back in the day. If he hadn’t figured it out already, after tonight he would know that I, Shanelle Harper, am a grown woman.
For years I’d tried to get his attention – short skirts that I knew I was too young to wear and putting on so much makeup that I could’ve been in a Burlesque show. I did everything I could think of to make him notice me, but I always got the same response: “You ain’t nothin’ but a baby.“ I hated that.
He breathed deep and squeezed his eyes shut. I stared at him, lost somewhere between a state of mysticism and euphoria as the moon cast a silver hue on his deep, chocolate complexion. I still couldn’t quite wrap my head around how we ended up here. The day I moved back home, he was sitting out on the porch with his two brothers and actually did a double-take when I stepped out of my mother’s car. He removed the cigarette from his mouth and leaned forward while he watched me walk all the way to the door. Something told me then that living next door to the Sinclair brothers was going to be very different from the last time.
A trickle of sweat raced down my spine to where Zo’s hands gripped me. My panties – panties that I didn’t bother taking the time to remove – were damp and restricting, but I didn’t care. Being with him was worth the discomfort and the extra time I’d be spending with my straightening comb in the morning. It didn’t matter how many times I’d fantasized about this moment; I couldn’t have imagined it would be this good. He had my walls quaking like the San Andreas Fault and I hadn’t even reached orgasm yet.
Driving my hips toward him in quick, deliberate motions, I panted, biting down on my lip as the intense build-up forced my eyes shut. One hand eased down the back of Zo’s smooth, shaven head before gripping the nape of his neck. His hands left my waist and lifted my shirt so that his tongue could trace hot, teasing circles around my nipples – a move that instantly sent me over the edge. I rode him harder, faster, and wilder than before as I shuttered in his grasp and lost all sense of control. The chair creaked and groaned, but neither of us cared that it could give at any moment. Nope. I wasn’t about to let anything spoil this for me. My lips parted as I reveled in the fact that, on this day, I’d finally gotten him.
Zo kissed me hard and deep as I came, letting his mouth muffle the scream that could’ve given away our secret. My heart felt like it might leap through my chest as it thudded erratically. There were no words to describe the satisfaction that I felt as I began to descend after he’d taken me so high. A girl could get used to this. I smiled as I watched Zo’s face tense into an erotic scowl, listening intently as he groaned through his climax. When he collapsed back in the chair to catch his breath – sweaty and sex-funky – I climbed out of his lap and pulled my gown back down past my hips before sliding my soaked underwear down my legs. Zo pulled his shorts from around his ankles to where they hung loosely at his waist. His manhood still hadn’t relaxed completely and I couldn’t help but to stare at the outline of it through the fabric. Truth be told, I already wanted it again.
He caught me watching and smiled. “It ain’t goin’ nowhere; I promise. But you better get inside before your mom catches you out here with me. You know she don’t play.”
I rolled my eyes. “Please. I’m 21. There ain’t too much she can do.” Truthfully, I was just trying to save face; we both knew better. My mother saw how I looked at him and did everything in her power to keep me away. Lucky for her, Zo was equally as vigilant about keeping me at a distance as she was…..up until recently that is. Of course he was right about me needing to get inside, but I was almost convinced that it was worth the risk.
“Whatever,” he grinned knowingly. “Get some sleep.” He held my arm and kissed my cheek before walking back toward the house. Tonight was too pivotal for me to let it end like this.
“Wait.”
The sound of my voice halted him. When our eyes met, I shied away just a bit. “Am I gonna see you tomorrow?”
He smiled and nodded. “Yeah. Just come to the garage when your mom leaves. I got a couple cars to finish by the end of the week. I’ll be out there.”
When he disappeared inside, I snuck around to the hose coiled by Momma’s garden. I shoved my underwear beneath my arm and lifted my gown to rinse away all traces of the transgression Zo and I had just committed. The cold water made me wince when it hit my skin, but this method was the lesser of two evils. It was either this or risk waking my mother by making a commotion in the bathroom – a move that could prove fatal. When I finished, I wiped my feet dry in the grass and then eased in the back door and up to my room. Times like this realllllly make me miss having my own place. Seriously.*****
Thanks for checking out the opening scene to ABRAHAM, ISAAC, AND JACOB, and don’t forget to check it out on amazon on February 1st! For more info, feel free to check out the cover, synopsis, and another excerpt from the book at youaresowrite.wordpress.com! Again, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it!
~Raven
*****:::::Warning/Disclaimer: This post is DEFINITELY for the 18+ crowd. If explicit sexual content offends you, then don’t continue on:::::*****
~Chapter One~
Bittersweet
Shanelle Harper – June 23rd 2007 (Seven years ago…..)
Even just past two in the morning the temperature was still well above ninety. The thick, sultry air filled my lungs as I drew in a breath and swiped the back of my hand across my forehead. Once or twice, I caught him staring at my breasts through the now barely-there material of my nightshirt – the pigment of my skin contrasting the white cotton.
Moisture accumulated between our bodies as we tested the strength of his mother’s patio chair beneath our weight. There was no foreplay. Didn’t need it. As far as I was concerned, our extensive past had been one continuous foreplay session that had me wet and hungry for him long before he even touched me tonight. Just the thought of finally having the elusive Abraham Lorenzo Sinclair, more affectionately known as “Zo”, turned my panties into a slip-n-slide hours before our rendezvous even began.
This encounter was my way of proving to this man that I wasn’t the little girl he’d accused me of being back in the day. If he hadn’t figured it out already, after tonight he would know that I, Shanelle Harper, am a grown woman.
For years I’d tried to get his attention – short skirts that I knew I was too young to wear and putting on so much makeup that I could’ve been in a Burlesque show. I did everything I could think of to make him notice me, but I always got the same response: “You ain’t nothin’ but a baby.“ I hated that.
He breathed deep and squeezed his eyes shut. I stared at him, lost somewhere between a state of mysticism and euphoria as the moon cast a silver hue on his deep, chocolate complexion. I still couldn’t quite wrap my head around how we ended up here. The day I moved back home, he was sitting out on the porch with his two brothers and actually did a double-take when I stepped out of my mother’s car. He removed the cigarette from his mouth and leaned forward while he watched me walk all the way to the door. Something told me then that living next door to the Sinclair brothers was going to be very different from the last time.
A trickle of sweat raced down my spine to where Zo’s hands gripped me. My panties – panties that I didn’t bother taking the time to remove – were damp and restricting, but I didn’t care. Being with him was worth the discomfort and the extra time I’d be spending with my straightening comb in the morning. It didn’t matter how many times I’d fantasized about this moment; I couldn’t have imagined it would be this good. He had my walls quaking like the San Andreas Fault and I hadn’t even reached orgasm yet.
Driving my hips toward him in quick, deliberate motions, I panted, biting down on my lip as the intense build-up forced my eyes shut. One hand eased down the back of Zo’s smooth, shaven head before gripping the nape of his neck. His hands left my waist and lifted my shirt so that his tongue could trace hot, teasing circles around my nipples – a move that instantly sent me over the edge. I rode him harder, faster, and wilder than before as I shuttered in his grasp and lost all sense of control. The chair creaked and groaned, but neither of us cared that it could give at any moment. Nope. I wasn’t about to let anything spoil this for me. My lips parted as I reveled in the fact that, on this day, I’d finally gotten him.
Zo kissed me hard and deep as I came, letting his mouth muffle the scream that could’ve given away our secret. My heart felt like it might leap through my chest as it thudded erratically. There were no words to describe the satisfaction that I felt as I began to descend after he’d taken me so high. A girl could get used to this. I smiled as I watched Zo’s face tense into an erotic scowl, listening intently as he groaned through his climax. When he collapsed back in the chair to catch his breath – sweaty and sex-funky – I climbed out of his lap and pulled my gown back down past my hips before sliding my soaked underwear down my legs. Zo pulled his shorts from around his ankles to where they hung loosely at his waist. His manhood still hadn’t relaxed completely and I couldn’t help but to stare at the outline of it through the fabric. Truth be told, I already wanted it again.
He caught me watching and smiled. “It ain’t goin’ nowhere; I promise. But you better get inside before your mom catches you out here with me. You know she don’t play.”
I rolled my eyes. “Please. I’m 21. There ain’t too much she can do.” Truthfully, I was just trying to save face; we both knew better. My mother saw how I looked at him and did everything in her power to keep me away. Lucky for her, Zo was equally as vigilant about keeping me at a distance as she was…..up until recently that is. Of course he was right about me needing to get inside, but I was almost convinced that it was worth the risk.
“Whatever,” he grinned knowingly. “Get some sleep.” He held my arm and kissed my cheek before walking back toward the house. Tonight was too pivotal for me to let it end like this.
“Wait.”
The sound of my voice halted him. When our eyes met, I shied away just a bit. “Am I gonna see you tomorrow?”
He smiled and nodded. “Yeah. Just come to the garage when your mom leaves. I got a couple cars to finish by the end of the week. I’ll be out there.”
When he disappeared inside, I snuck around to the hose coiled by Momma’s garden. I shoved my underwear beneath my arm and lifted my gown to rinse away all traces of the transgression Zo and I had just committed. The cold water made me wince when it hit my skin, but this method was the lesser of two evils. It was either this or risk waking my mother by making a commotion in the bathroom – a move that could prove fatal. When I finished, I wiped my feet dry in the grass and then eased in the back door and up to my room. Times like this realllllly make me miss having my own place. Seriously.*****
Thanks for checking out the opening scene to ABRAHAM, ISAAC, AND JACOB, and don’t forget to check it out on amazon on February 1st! For more info, feel free to check out the cover, synopsis, and another excerpt from the book at youaresowrite.wordpress.com! Again, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it!
~Raven
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