Introducing Tuesday Teases!

Those weekly updates really weren't doing much for me, so I decided to change up what happens on the first blog post of the week, so welcome to Tuesday Teases! This is kind of a catch-all day of fun stuff: author interviews, polls, teasers from my stories, maybe even some man-candy. I really hope you enjoy the change; I'm definitely excited :)

For this week, I'm going to start simple. A lot of you come to the blog directly from Twitter, or Facebook, or other internet links. Hell, there are even a few of you who pop here all on your own without any linkage from me. All of that is made of win and I love you for it, but it means that you probably aren't hitting the main site for content. And that means you all missed the excerpt I posted from "Of Course I Try".

So I'm going to give it to you here!

WARNING: This excerpt is for mature audiences only (or at least those over 18). If your boss reads over your shoulder, it's probably not safe for work.

[caption id="attachment_79" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="Max was here just to allow you time to close the window if you're under 18. And because I like to look at him :P"][/caption]

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When I came to his house tonight, I'd come to say goodbye. I remember that, even as his hands cup my breasts, squeezing them tenderly and rolling my nipples between his fingers. By the time Max lowers his head and sucks one tightened bud into his mouth, I can't recall why I wanted to leave.

Candles and patchouli incense burn in the room as my body writhes against sage sheets so soft they feel like silk. They aren't, though. I know his silk sheets—they’re black. The low light and spicy scent play on my senses, intoxicating me until the room disappears.

All I know are his hands and mouth on my body. Rough and soft. Dry and wet. Cool and warm.

His lips cover mine, and I give myself to the kiss as he reaches down and tugs off my panties. I'm wearing the lace ones. I'd come to say goodbye wearing the black lace panties he loves. But by the time they're gone, I don't consider why I'd do something like that because Max's mouth has left mine and traced a line down my abdomen.

I know I should fight this, but I can't. I don't want to. I want Max—for as long as he'll have me.

Rough hands cup my ass as he wedges my legs apart with his shoulders. Then despite, or maybe because of, the little moans that betray me, his lips travel lower, trailing kisses down to the inside of my thigh. His breath tickles as he hovers there, reaching out his tongue to trace a shape on my skin. It's a heart. I don't know how I know, but I'm sure.

"Please, Max—" A little voice in my head screams that I should finish the sentence with "stop", but I don't. I can't.

A deep chuckle vibrates against my clitoris, making a shiver run all the way to my toes. Then his magical tongue caresses the already sensitive nub, and I cry out. He sucks it into his mouth just to the line where pain and pleasure meet—treading it but never crossing over.

I'm helpless beneath him, a prisoner to my body's yearnings. My back arches off the relative safety of the bed, and Max takes full advantage. With the ease of years of practice, his hands slide beneath me, pulling me closer to him as his tongue delves into me.

I can't think anymore. I can only feel. The pressure of his hands on my ass. The silky motion of his tongue inside me. The rough grazing of his teeth.

My hands clutch at the soft, green sheets and ball them in my fists as pleasure rips through me. I've never experienced orgasms like this with anyone else. Only Max. Wave after wave of sensation as my muscles contract around his tongue. It's never stopped moving, never stopped drawing me to my peak.

I cry out his name. The only word that matters. Max.

Soon enough, I can't even feel. Then there is nothing.

When I wake in the morning, everything is hazy. I remember coming over, remember the sex. The incredible, mind-altering sex, but then I'm blank. It isn't the first time.

There's a note on the pillow next to me.

Jocelyn,

I'm glad you came back. You have no idea how much I missed you.

Love forever,

Max

Something clicks in my brain, and I realize it isn't the first time I've read those words either.

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Hope you enjoyed it, and if you want to read the whole thing, it's available for purchase at Decadent Publishing in a variety of digital formats.

Up next week, an interview with fellow Decadent author, Robert Roman. Yes, there will be a man on the premises. Get your questions ready! ;-)