Tonight, we’ve got one of my great author friends, RM Bruce, sharing with us a little flirt between two of her characters! Adding a little sexy to some of these shorts! I’ve had the pleasure of acting as a critique partner with RM and I’m loving how her story is progressing. Angel is quite the character… She’d give Vanessa a run for her money any day. Without further ado… enjoy!

::in a deep, manly voice:: Some sexual content, viewer discretion is advised.

Max

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Be gentle, it���s my first time. Too clich��? Probably, but still rings true. This is my first ���sharing��� of what I���ve written. The first short look at a couple of my characters (other than random blurbs as social media shares). Oddly enough, I���m sharing it here because I haven���t decided if I want to add these types of scenes into the piece itself. So, here we have my leading lady, DiAngela. A modern-day angel, who happens to be the only female angel in existence now or ever. She���s something new, something created and is finding her way through realms that don���t know what to do with her. Jaded by a rough past and slightly less than angelic at all times, she has everything to prove and nothing to hold her back. In this scene she���s with archangel Michael, having an intimate moment. Don���t get too attached to him, I���m not sure how long she���ll keep him around. Fickle that one is. ��Alrighty��� have fun. – RM Bruce

Whimper

by RM Bruce

�� �� ��I lie on my stomach, still wet from the shower, flipping through random websites on my phone while it’s charging. The air dries me while I���m draped in my towel, I���m sure I���m leaving a big wet spot on the bed, but I don���t do much sleeping, so it won���t make any difference later. I glance over my shoulder as footsteps echo down the hall and smile at Michael as he enters our room. A towel hangs at his hips, his hair wet and mussed as if he shook off like a cat after a rainstorm. It���s an oddly charming look on him. He seems to have taken just as much time to dry off as I did. Beads of water trickle down his chest from his shoulders, reflecting the dim light of the room.

He approaches the bed, grinning before he crawls across it to hover over me on all fours. The slow, deliberate movements cause his muscles to flex and wave beneath his skin. A smirk of boyish arrogance rattles me, making my heart double-tap against my chest. With his knee pressed against my inner thigh, he leans down and kisses my shoulder, sending a chill splintering from one shoulder to the other. Then he trails his hand down my back, fingertips tickling along my sensitive skin, before pulling me to my hands and knees beneath him. Heat radiates off his chest, warming my back as our bodies melt together. My eyelashes flutter as I rake my teeth across my lower lip, wetting it. His hand continues to graze over me, up around my neck, turning my chin back toward him. With eyes full of passion and knowing, his hand falls to rest on my lower stomach which pulls me back into him, before continuing the trail to my inner thigh. The smooth brush of him evokes a velvet moan I don���t try to contain. I catch my lower lip again, rolling it between my teeth, thriving in the blissful dominance of him showing me what he wants.

Slowly, he leans his hips into mine, pressing me forward. My hands flatten to the headboard for support. Teasing his palm over my skin, my side, down my right arm. He catches my wrist, tenderly trapping it behind my back, then draws our towels away from our bodies. I move to brace myself but he catches my arm, tugging a bit firmer to let me know to leave it where it is. Gently restraining me, he rises to his knees behind me and grips my hips.

Then he begins. Slowly, so slowly at first I can���t help the whimper that escapes before I hear myself whisper, ���Please.��� Please more. Please don���t tease. Please. A low moan rumbles through his chest. As if it���s an approval of my plea, he moves a little faster, quenching the need in me while making it more intense in the same moment. Pulling my hips back to him, just once, he holds me tight against him. I cry out as the sensational pleasure rockets inside me, stirring desperation in my stomach. He pushes me away, nearly to the point of us no longer being connected. I squirm in place, my nerves on edge, teased into high alert, then told to wait. ���Please.��� I try to push back to him, craving him. My back dips as I work to pull my arm from his grasp with a whimper. Arching and writhing with little sense of pride, only the need to sate the yearning that���s built. One hard thrust is all I���m aching for and it never comes. Instead he moves leisurely, pulling me back to him gently and secures himself deep. My head spins as my free arm collapses. Supported on my elbow, I bury my face into the pillow I���d been laying on and cry out in it for a moment as light tremors vibrate through me.

At first I mewl quietly into the pillow as he pushes me away and pulls hard, again and again. My voice rises until I���m calling out. I look back at him through half-mast eyes that feel heavy. Again he leans over me and takes my chin before he closes his mouth on mine. The deep passion in his kiss not felt on my lips, but in my soul. Proving that he knows me completely and can always give me what I want. My chest burns with desire and my stomach clenches in need. Releasing my chin, he grips my hips and pulls me back hard, causing me to quiver beneath him. His hand glides from my hip and reaches around to flatten just beneath my belly button pulling me back to him faster. Still his hand moves lower and I arch into him, my hips rolling at his touch. He barely holds my arm in place behind my back but I don���t want to move it, and the instant I consider the thought, he grips my wrist firmly as if to remind me not to. His hand stops just as his fingertip reaches to massage me, my hips buck in response. As the massage starts, another motion ends and shortly after he pulls me away from him.

���No.��� I whimper, trying to catch my breath. He���s quick but gentle as he guides me to lie on my back and pulls my hands just above my head. I squirm beneath him, my hands clench and flex in the air as the realization of not being able to touch him sets every one of my nerves on edge. My hips roll, my chest arches, every inch of me begs to be touched. I���m aflame, burning like a contained inferno waiting to be stoked and in need of oxygen. He presses my wrists into the bed and lowers himself over me, capturing my mouth urgently with his, drawing the breath from me. He lowers himself to kiss my neck, my shoulder, my collarbone, my ribs, my hip. He slides down further and pushes my legs up, wrapping his arms around to hold me in place. Then a final gentle kiss right above, before his tongue slides down. His eyes dart up to reach mine as his lips surround me. I squirm. One hand reaches down to tangle and twist in his hair, the other slams against the headboard as my body responds. He pulls me into his mouth, sucking and swirling. My world spins as I gasp for my next breath.

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