Snippet Saturday – Author’s Choice


Today’s snippet theme is Author’s Choice. It is long so placed it behind a link. Enjoy.

An snippet from Conquering Jazz….

conqueringjazzblogTurning, she walked away to the refrigerator in the corner. Reese watched as she opened it, taking out a bottle of honey.

Eyeing the honey, Reese asked huskily, “What’s that for?”

Looking at him from under her lashes, Jasmine questioned. “What?” Reese gestured to the honey in her hand.

In a mischievous tone, Jasmine said, “I use this for my tea in the morning. Don’t you remember?”

Confused, Reese looked from her to the honey. “I do. But you plan to make tea now?”

“No, I plan for you to make it for me—after.” She moved over to the couch, putting the honey on the table beside Reese.

Smiling at her, Reese said, “You won’t have enough energy for tea.”

Jasmine laughed softly. “We’ll see. Take off your shoes.”

Reese toed off his shoes. Jasmine spread his legs wider, stepping between them, then knelt on the floor.

Oh, yeah, he thought, looking down at her. She was like a pagan goddess, coming to devour him. He felt as if he would burst out of his pants. Looking into his eyes, Jasmine slowly unbuttoned his shirt. She pulled it back across his shoulder and removed it. Her hot hands burned his skin as she trailed them across his chest.

Oh God. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the couch. She tugged on his pants, moving them down his hips and off. Clenching his teeth, Reese tried to stifle a groan.

Distracted, he barely heard what Jasmine said. “Tea is such a nice way to unwind after a long day.”

Reese hummed as she stroked his chest. It felt incredible. Then his body jerked as she licked across his pecs with a long wet stroke. His eyes snapped open as she bit him lightly on his nipple. She repeated it with the other one, then sucked lightly. Reese groaned.

His testicles tightened, while blood rushed painfully into his erection, threatening to rip his underwear. Jasmine continued kissing, licking, and suckling her way across and down his chest. The heat of her mouth was burning him alive.

“Please,” he begged.

“Hmm…I love the way tea warms me inside. But first, I pick the tea I want and open it slowly, anticipating the taste of it.” Her hot hand scorched him as she pulled his underwear down, then off his body. Her hand rubbed lightly against his straining erection. His body bowed from the seat. With a firm hand, Jasmine pushed him deeper into the couch, and he heard her breathe deeply, inhaling his scent.

“I inhale deeply, to just smell the fragrance, before I put the tea bag in the cup. The tea has to be steeped just right to get the flavor. I don’t want to burn my tongue, so I have to make sure it’s not too hot. So I blow across the cup a little.” Her breath across the head of his penis sent ripples of pleasure up his spine. He couldn’t control the involuntary bucking of his body. Her hand pressed against his stomach, stilling him. His penis twitched as he gasped deep in his throat.

“I have to be careful. I don’t want to burn my mouth. I don’t think the tea is cool enough.” He geared up for another sensual assault, but nothing happened. He relaxed. Then hot gusts of air came at him as if from all sides. On his testicles, on the head of his erection, up and down both sides.

He burned.

He was on fire.

It was too much.

He had to have her now.

Shuddering, Reese reached for her. She captured his hands, lightly rising to kiss him—deep, hard, and wet. The delicious taste of her filled his mouth, sinking deep into his very pores. He reached for her again, gripping her close. The sensation of her fullyclothed body against his ripped a moan from him. He needed to be inside her—now. Jasmine pulled away from him, but didn’t get far; he tightened his grip.

The rapid sound of her breath resonated in him as she whispered, “My turn.”

Reese’s smoldering gaze met hers. A silent battle of wills was fought, and it was won by her. Finally, Reese released her and sat back with a smug look, watching her. Jasmine smiled at him, knowing she looked like a lioness about to devour him. His answering shudder only made her smile widen.

Lowering her gaze, she observed his smooth chest, wanting to rake her nails across it. Instead, she touched lightly, then stroked slowly. Leaning forward, rubbing her body against his, she tugged lightly on his ear with her teeth.

So sweet.

He tasted delicious.

She couldn’t get enough.

She trailed soft kisses across his face, kissed his eyes closed, then continued down his chest, stomach, and lower until her chin rubbed against the tip of his bobbing erection.

“Hmm. Where was I? Ah, yes. I was just about to have some tea.” His penis stroked under her chin. Briefly, she closed her eyes, fighting for control. Taking a deep breath, the scent of his arousal swept her away. She opened her eyes, taking in the bounty laid before her.

Licking her lips, she lightly rubbed her chin across the head of his penis. It bobbed. She couldn’t stop herself from lowering her head and sucking him into her mouth. He was like steel, but coated in honeyed heat. Jasmine lapped him up like the finest chocolate. Tighter and tighter, she worked her mouth on him as her vagina wept for relief. She could feel her panties sticking to her wetness. She squeezed her legs together.

It didn’t help.

She craved him, wanted him deep inside her, filling her up.

No. I have to see this though. Think tea.

Drawing on her control, she slowed down the pace and then withdrew, continuing to stroke him with her hand, up and down. He was so soft, like velvet burning against her hand. Without losing contact with his hard member, Jasmine reached for the bottle beside her.

“Tea isn’t any good without a little bit of honey,” she said. His body jerked, and Jasmine waited for him to relax before tipping her head back and pouring some honey into her mouth. It was sticky and sweet. Rubbing the plump head of his erection, she drew him into her honey-filled mouth. They both groaned. Jasmine let the honey trail from her mouth, down Reese’s cock, making it sticky, sweet, slick, and smooth. She withdrew her mouth slowly.

“Yeah, honey is the only good way to enjoy the full flavor.” She pulled him deeply back into her mouth. His phallic muscles pulsated. He filled her mouth to overflowing. She was drenched. The scent of her own arousal overwhelmed her. His hands clenched into her hair, moving her head.

Jasmine alternated between licking and suckling him. Each time she felt his body tighten for release, she slowed down, bringing him back from the edge. He was hard to control as he twisted on the couch, growling in frustration.

“Jasmine…Please…Witch…I need to …Help me…Jasmine.”

Listening to the sweet sounds of his pleasure, she pushed him away when he tried to hold her to him.

“My turn,” she whispered, with her lips touching his erect shaft, blowing out a hot breath along the tip.

Reese bucked in delirium, growling when she stopped completely. She waited patiently, until his eyes opened and focused blearily on her, before saying, “I just can’t seem to get the warm feeling in this tea quite right. Hmm, I know what I need to do.” Eyes locked on his, she stood.

She saw him track her movements. She felt sensuous and powerful. His gaze flamed, his desire etched on his face, burning her with its intensity. Oh, yeah. He wanted her now, but she wasn’t done yet.

Reese’s gaze followed her fingers as they glided up her slacks to rest between her widespread thighs. She skimmed her fingers over her mound and pressed firmly. A gasp spilled from her lips. Rotating her hand, she could feel her own wetness soaking through her slacks and dampening her palm. A ragged moan fell from her lips, tasting like the sweetest nectar. He watched every move, licking his lips as if he tasted her.

Yes. Come on a little more, she thought, as his heated gaze blazed higher. He reached for her, but she shook her head.

He sat back, growling. “When it’s my turn, you better have had some vitamins,” he murmured.

Laughing softly, she stoked her hand higher along her breasts, tweaking her nipples until they pearled under her shirt. Jasmine brought her finger into her wet, hot mouth, suckling until it was damp. She placed her hand over her nipple and flicked it. Watching as Reese’s penis quivered, she opened the buttons on her blouse slowly, showing him her lilac-covered breasts. Reaching behind her back, she unhooked her bra, tossing it to Reese.

Looking at her, he took it in his clenched fist and brought it to his mouth, licking it slowly. Reese chuckled as Jasmine shuddered lightly. Uncurling her fist, Jasmine unbuttoned her slacks and teasingly lowered one side, showing her bare skin. Turning her back to him, she bent over low, shimmying out of them. Glancing over her shoulder, she smiled at the glazed look on his face as he watched her firm globes. Slowly, he reached out and stroked a finger down one firm cheek.

He lightly snapped at the top of the thong. Groaning, he wrapped his arms around her tightly. Bringing her close, he kissed along each cheek. Jasmine whimpered. She jumped as his teeth nipped her; then he licked up each heated butt cheek.

She felt breathless and achy. Collecting herself, she turned to face him. Reese started to rise, but she pushed him firmly back down, silently shaking her head. Reese’s gaze was impatient, scorching across her face, down her breasts, and to the small lilac triangle covering her from him. His gaze traveled back to her face.

“Do you want me to finish telling you how I drink my tea, Reese?”

His silence was answer enough.

“I like it hot, so that it first burns the inside of my mouth, and then soothes the nerves with pleasure.”

The tendons in Reese’s neck stood out as Jasmine straddled him, impaling herself on his erection.

“Yes,” he hissed between clenched teeth.

Her harsh breath rasped out of her throat as Jasmine started to move slowly, up and down, then swirl. She changed tempo, moving faster, taking him into her wetness deeper and deeper.

The friction of his long member sliding in and out of her took her breath away. His groan reverberated against her throbbing, sensitized skin. Her cervix clenched tighter around him, straining to bring him in deeper.

Breathlessly, Jasmine moaned, “Reese.” Lowering her head, she kissed him with voracious hunger, mimicking the movements of their bodies, sucking his tongue deeply into her mouth as she sucked his cock in elsewhere.

This was seduction in the purest form. She was devouring him, torturing him, but he was a willing captive.

Breathing harshly, Jasmine withdrew from Reese’s mouth, looking down at their joined bodies as she took him in deeper and deeper. The sound of their bodies meeting was beautiful music to her ears. The feel of his hardness sliding into her, combined with the sight, drove her into a frenzy. She moved harder, faster. Reese shifted, changing the angle of his penetration. She was going over.

Reeesssse!” Her sprit was ripped from her body as pleasure overcame her. Her orgasm swept him away with her, both of them awash in a tide of sensation. Jasmine collapsed onto Reese’s chest, exhausted. The sound of their harsh breathing echoed in the room.

Jasmine stroked softly at Reese’s jaw as she broke the silence.

“You were right. I’m feeling too weak for tea.”

Reese raised her chin so their eyes could meet. As he bent to kiss her, he said huskily, “I’ll make you tea anytime you want.”

They chuckled while their kiss deepened.

Copyright © McKenna Jeffries, 2008.
All Rights Reserved, Liquid Silver Books.

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About McKenna Jeffries

McKenna Jeffries has loved the written word from time she picked up her first book. Soon she was creating tales of love and family. Although McKenna used to make up stories she never thought to put them on paper until....she realized the stories would keep filling her until they were written. Since then she's been writing and sharing her interracial/multicultural books. There is always some new story floating around her head. An itchy feeling in her fingers fills her until she can get a piece of paper to write it down. She writes because it's a love affair. Writing is in her blood and she enjoys taking readers on a journey. With so many ideas filling her, McKenna is always hard at work.
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