A Good Little Girl Like You (A Sample)

tremble. His hand took a drunkard's walk across her skin,

searing her as it grazed.

Something needs to be let out of the box. Rebecca

reached into his pants to find his magic wand. It was easy to

spot, poking through the tight pants. But before she could

get her hands on it, he slithered down her body, away from

her reach.

O.E. faced her bunched-up miniskirt and carefully

unzipped it. He pulled it away from her, while nuzzling into

her belly and thighs. She spread her legs and begged for

him to bewitch her.

Down to panties, Rebecca bathed in his huge wolf eyes,

consuming her from above. One finger traveled the edge of

her panties, following its contour. He expertly touched her

through the flimsy material, tickling and teasing. Then,

back at her hip, his finger curled inside of the panties and

ran down to the point between her legs. When he reached

the bottom, he pulled the panties away from her, shifting

them to the side. His wolf eyes grew even wider as he took

in her naked body, and he gave a loud whoop.

Rebecca looked at him, one eyebrow raised. What was

going on? Why had he stopped, frozen, staring? His face

was lit up with pure joy, as if he'd never seen a naked

woman before. "What is it?"

He spoke as if he had just achieved nirvana. "You really

are a natural redhead."

Rebecca threw her head back on the sofa and laughed.

The laughter released some sexual tension, while it pumped

up her desire. She wanted him so much, she could hardly

breathe. And he really lusted for her red hair, wherever it

appeared. If he was a magician, then she was his beautiful

assistant, helping him with his most popular tricks, both on

stage and off.

"So? What are you going to do about it?"

He pulled her panties off and brought his head down,

close to her. Gently pushing her legs apart, he caressed her

inner thighs and belly, dipping his nose and inhaling

deeply. "Mmm. You're wet."

Clean up on aisle one. Rebecca laid back on the sofa,

panting, delirious from his touch.

O.E. dropped onto her with his mouth and kissed her

lower lips. She slammed her head back and cried out,

fingers dug into his long silky hair. His tongue took a lazy

tour of the area, down, around, and back up, finding all the

perfect places that made her quiver.

Rebecca's head swirled. She was high on his lust, high

on his extraordinary body, high on the things his mouth

could do. She moaned and floated in the air, supported only