Hmm... I see a pattern forming here. I have several serials going. I hope this one will be available through my self-publishing venture in the future. Right now I'm in the process of editing this serial. This one is erotica.
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Serial 1
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hey held each other closely, kissing softly and slowly, as they caressed each other on the balcony on the starry spring night. "Do you think Romeo and Juliet ever did this?" She murmured sexily into his ears.
"I hope so," he said as he passionately pressed his lips against hers. "But we won't be a tragedy. Our love will be a happily ever after."
"I love you, Malan," she said meaningfully. Rubbing her finger against his wedding band, she teased, "What's this?"
"I'm married," he murmured, his voice laced with desire and passion.
"Does that mean I can't love you?" She teased, lightly kissing his neck.
"No," he whispered tenderly, kissing her cheeks. "I'm married to you. I love you, Lathal."
She slid her hand down his pajamas shirt, caressing his chest. His hands gently caressed her taunt breasts. She felt his erection brush against her bare leg.
"Are you wearing any underwear, Malan?" She whispered seductively.
"Wouldn't you like to know," he teased, grinning sloppily as he kissed her.
She slipped her hand into his pajama bottoms, lovingly caressing his erection that was usually restrained behind his briefs. He moaned softly, "Are you wearing any underwear?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," she smiled, repeat
ing his teasing comment. His fingers gently touched her naked womanhood beneath her lingerie skirt. She was so hot and wet. God, he loved her.
"I want to make love to my wife," he murmured huskily, kissing her hungrily.
"Come to bed, husband," she said invitingly, kissing him passionately.
Locking his lips on hers, he carefully picked her up. She giggled as he carried her across the threshhold. He gently laid her on the bed that already had the sheets turned down. He knelt beside her and she unbuttoned his pajama top, stroking his bare chest, and then stripped him of his pajama bottoms. He slowly slide her silky lingerie off her body, tossing it beside his discarded pajamas on the floor.
Pulling the sheets over them, he laid down beside her. Their eyes lovingly admired each other in their state of undress. They touched each other appreciating the satiny skin and sensual curves of each other's body. Again and again their lips meet, devouring the sweetness of breath and savoring the essence of each other.
She gently guided his hips, moving him on top of her. While he didn't mind being on top, that wasn't what he wanted.
He smoothly twisted his body, placing himself beneath her. He murmured, "I like it when you're on top, Lathal."
It didn't matter to her. Right now she was so hot and needed him so badly that she'd take him anyway she could get him.
Her taunt breasts grazed his chest as he gently slid himself inside her. She slowly and seductively gyrated her hips. He was inexorably gentle with her.
They were joined in an elaborate, intimate slow dance. He softly kissed her neck, letting his lips drift to her breasts, licking her piqued pink nipples. She repetitively moaned with pleasure, rocking her body a little more quickly.
The passionate animal noises she made aroused him even more. He gently plunged his throbbing, pulsating manhood inside her.
"Are we consummating our marriage?" She whispered lovingly into his ears.
"Yes," he murmured meaningfully.
"I guess that means there won't be annulment," she said, riding him excitedly.
He didn't even ask her if she wanted an annulment. He knew she didn't want an annulment, nor did he. She had only mentioned it because she was being naughty. There would be no annulment for them -- she was the only one who turned him on, pleased, satisfied and completed him, and she was the only one he loved and vice versa.
Slipping off his manhood for a moment, her lips brushed down his chest. She softly kissed the inside of his thighs, licking and sucking on his manhood.
He closed his eyes, writhing excitedly beneath her. His hands caressed the swell of her breasts as he felt the heat and wetness of her womanhood on his leg. He seductively slid his hand down her thigh, his fingers stroked her wet womanhood.
She panted, her noises heavily laden with desire and love. "Malan, I want you inside me."
Willingly obliging her, he slid himself inside her. She was so wet and ready and so was he as he rode her harder and faster.
He moaned softly, "Lathal, I want to get you pregnant."
She instantly tensed up. They'd talked about this. They'd decided not to have children right away. They wanted to just enjoy being married and together a few years before bringing children into the equation.
He'd promised not to do this to her. She refused to be like her sister, Ginger, who was pregnant before she had married Ponzone. She felt that bringing children into a marriage too early had big impact on the relationship of the couple, with serious consequences that could send the marriage in a downward spiral that led to nothing but grief and a multitude of problems.
He probably hadn't meant it. He'd only said it in the throws of passion. But what if he had meant it? What if he'd changed his mind? She didn't think he'd changed his mind he was as afraid of parenthood as she was. Neither of them were ready for children -- yet, if ever -- or at least that's how she felt about it. She wasn't opposed to having his children. It was just that she didn't want them *now* -- or ever -- but that was because she was selfish, selfish for herself and what she wanted to do and accomplish, and selfish because she didn't want to share him with anyone else.
It took two to tango. She couldn't just blame him if she became pregnant -- she was responsible too. If she was really so opposed to becoming pregnant, she'd have to tell him no when he wanted to make love to her. But she couldn't she loved him too much.
She didn't stop. She didn't say no. She didn't refuse him. She closed her eyes, freely expressing the passions for him she kept locked deep in her heart. "Baby, you're so hard, so wet. You feel so good. I love how you make love to me. I'm yours, if you want me."
"You're the only one who can do this to me," he murmured huskily. "That I have to show you how much I love you, Lathal."
Her long blonde hair cascaded around her face and shoulders as she bucked on top of him like a wild horse riding across the prairie. He just couldn't get enough of her, so he thrust himself deeper and deeper within her. He was very close to his zenith.
She felt this. Tightening her womanhood around his manhood, she quickened the rhythm of her gyrating hips. She purred sweetly, "Malan, make me."
He mumbled with pleasure, desire and passion as he ejaculated inside her.
"Yes. Yes. Yes," she canted, having her orgasm.
Satisfied, sated and complete, they lay spent.
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Wrinkled, tangled sheets. The glow of passion still showed on their naked bodies intertwined in the bed.
His bare leg crossed over hers. His right hand rested on her cool stomach. Her left hand covered his right while her right lay on his left thigh.
Even though the thick navy blue curtain hanging in front of the large balcony window blocked out the sunlight of the new day, she stirred in the midst of pleasant dreams and consciousness. A repetitive thudding resounded through her head. She tried to ignore it, convincing herself the sound was merely a dream, but it didn't subside.
Shifting, she slowly opened her eyes, finding him, lying naked beside her. He wore a content, dreamy expression on his face. She gazed at his right hand, bearing his wedding band, laying flat on her stomach. It hadn't been a dream that they were married, or that they'd made love on their wedding night.
Not that she hadn't believed that. Their marriage and their intimate interlude had been so perfect that both had seemed like a fairy tale, but it was very real. It was a dream come true for both of them.
His grip tightened on her shoulder. He mumbled with contentment.
Smiling, she snuggled close to him, wanting to sleep with him for a few more hours. Just as she was drifting off, the annoying knocking at what sounded like it was coming from their room's door started again. At first, she told herself she was imagining it was at their door. But the thudding got louder and more demanding. A disembodied foreign female voice softly announced, "Housekeeping."
OK. So she hadn't imagined it. She glanced at the alarm clock on the night stand that read: 7:30 a.m. They didn't have to check out till noon, and they hadn't asked for a wake up call. It was too early for the hotel staff to be bothering them; it was too early to be dealing with a nuisance like this.
Although she hated to wake him, he was more of a morning person than she was. She lightly kissed his lips.
"Mmm," he murmured with pleasure.
He moved his hand from her stomach to her cheek, kissing her with drowsy emotion which quickly evolved into passion. She felt his desire growing as well, and while she wanted to oblige him she needed him to take care of a little problem first.
"Malan," she said gently.
"Lathal," he said tenderly. Hearing the demanding knocking at the door of their room, he looked at her. "What's that?"
"I think it's housekeeping," she told him.
Glancing at the alarm clock, he groaned softly, "You've got to be kidding me."
"Malan, will you take care of it," she requested, adding. "Please?"
Why couldn't she do it? He supposed it was part of the promises he'd made in his wedding vows to her to answer the door at 7:30 a.m., especially when he'd rather stay in bed with her?
"All right," he sighed, regretfully dragging himself out of bed.
Her eyes, filled with desire and passion, swept appreciatively down his naked body. "You're not going to the door like that, are you?"
Shyly adverting his eyes, he picked up his discarded pajamas on the floor. After he'd put on the pajamas bottoms, she playfully snaked her hands inside. She lovingly caressed his erection.
"Lathal," he whispered, kissing her passionately, wishing he could could come back to bed and make love to her.
"Housekeeping," the disembodied foreign female voice banging on the door louder and harder.
"I'm coming," he told the pesky hotel maid as he put on his pajama top.
"No, you're not," she teased as she continued to fondle his erection.
Now he really wanted to get back into bed and make love to her. He chided her softly, "Lathal, this isn't helping."
"Pooh," she said disappointedly as he stopped her from playing with him.
"I won't be long," he explained, kissing her. "Then you can play with me all you want."
She slunk down, hiding beneath the sheets, as he made his way to the door, where the hotel maid kept calling, "Housekeeping."
He ran his hand through his disheveled brown hair before opening the door. A Indian young woman, clad in a gray dress uniform with a white apron around her waist, said in a strong accent. "Housekeeping."
"This isn't a good time," he told her. "Can you come back later?"
She stared with interest at the evident aroused state of his manhood. Sensing this, he adverted his eyes shyly as he shifted to hide the tattle tale part of his anatomy.
The maid showed him the door sign that read: Maid, clean room immediately. "I found this on your door."
"It's not ours. See?" He pulled the same door sign that had been hanging on the doorknob inside their room all night. "I think some kids might have been playing around in the hallways and put it on our door."
The maid treated his claim dubiously. "My supervisor gave me orders that this room needed to be cleaned at this time this morning."
"There must be some mistake," he said. "We were told we didn't have to check out until noon. We were told they'd clean the room after that."
"This isn't Room 313?" The maid said.
"No, this is 316," he said pointing to the golden numbers displayed prominently on the door.
Embarrassment about her mistake flickered in the maid's brown eyes. "Oh, I'm so sorry."
"It's OK," he said quietly. "Everyone makes mistakes."
The maid begged, "Please don't report me to my supervisor if he hears about this I'll get fired."
"I won't," he promised, closing and locking the door making his way back to bed.
Kneeling on the bed, she purposely exposed her naked breasts and sensual curves of her body, which had been hidden beneath the sheets. His broad smile revealed his pleasure in addition to his gaze appreciatively swept over her. She playfully applauded, "Bravo! Bravo! That was some performance."
He laughed appreciatively. Then he slowly removed his pajamas and climbed back into bed.
She looked at him, "What was that all about?"
He shook his head, "The maid mistakenly thought our room was supposed to be cleaned."
"You'd think that sort of thing wouldn't happen in a high class motel like The Lexington."
"I know," he said softly.
"Maybe I should mention it to the management
," she mused. "Don't. I promised her we wouldn't," he said, touching her, feeling the heat of her body and desire, and her love.
He lightly brushed his lips against her neck. He knew she felt the warmth and desire of his body, and his love against her.
"Well, good morning to you too," she teased, turning toward him and passionately pressing her lips on his.
He gently pulled her close to him. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her hungrily.
"I think I know what you want this morning," she said, lovingly caressing his erect manhood.
He writhed excitedly. She temptingly brushed her womanhood against his erection. He moaned with pleasure and deep love. Not only did he want her, he desperately needed her.
"Can't get enough of me, can you?" She whispered
temptingly into his ears.
"No," he said, gently sliding himself inside her.
She looked deeply into his brown eyes. "Are you going to make love to me every morning?"
"I..." he murmured shyly. "Lathal, I love you."
"I love you, Malan," she said meaningfully. "And please don't think I'm complaining or anything. It's just that I didn't think we were the type of couple who made love like rabbits for much of the week."
She was right. They were not like couples they'd talked who claimed that they did it five to six times a week. But for right now he couldn't help (or could he?) wanting or needing to make love to her. He supposed eventually how much he wanted and needed to make love to her would lessen over the course of their marriage.
"I know. But this is something I could get used to. I like waking up beside you and sleeping with you. I love being married to you," he said passionately.
He lost himself in her eyes, in her, and vice versa as they made love. Their bodies and hearts intertwined as they soared together when they became one.
*
After making love early that morning, they'd fallen asleep in each other's arms for a few more hours.
Even though the dark colored curtain blocked most of it out, the sun made its presence known. It warmed their bodies as it woke them from their slumbers.
He shifted slightly beside her. He glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand that indicated they'd slept long enough.
Feeling his movement, she slowly opened her eyes. "What time is it?"
"Ten 30," he said sitting up and stretching. "I'm going to take a shower."
"Can I join you?" She requested, her voice was both sexy and loving.
"Of course," he smiled, kissing her.
They hadn't showered together since London almost a year ago. And this experience was as erotic as that.
While washing, they caressed each other with the soap. Kissing passionately, they were soon making out heavily in the shower, wanting and needing each other.
He turned off the water. He carefully picked her up and carried her back to bed. The love and longing burned in her eyes as he gently slid himself inside her.
Her fingertips ran through his damp brown hair. She gracefully moved her soft touch, lightly stroking the droplets of water along his spine.
He arched his back, bringing her closer and thrusting himself more deeply within her. She rocked with pleasure and passion beneath him.
She softly teased. "What happened to the shy Malan Hamel I used to know?"
"He's still here," he said huskily. "But I think he's turned into a sex fiend."
She giggled. "I think so. This is twice within a few hours."
"Sorry," he said, pulling away.
"Don't stop," she kissed him.
He was aroused, and she knew it. She locked her legs around his butt. She was so wet as she gyrated sensually exciting him. So much so that he needed to take her. He closed his eyes as they made love.
"Babe," she said, increasing the pace and rhythm of their lovemaking to a demanding passionate crescendo. "You're going to have to make this a quickie because we don't have much time before we have to check out."
As he quickened his pace and rhythm, a realization hit him. He murmured, "Lathal, if we don't stop making love so much, I'm going to get you pregnant."
This same thought had occurred to her, but she'd talk to him about this later. Right now their love making was just so delicious and too perfect; she had no intention of stopping, especially when they were so close to experiencing their zenith together.
She panted heavily and so did he. She bucked like a bronc as he rode her harder and faster. She moaned, "Fuck me. Fuck me now. Fuck me good. Fuck me hard. Fuck me -- you're the only one who can fuck me. Fuck me, Malan."
He didn't like it when she talked nasty like this when they were making love. But she couldn't help it. Actually, he didn't mind it this time. He kind of liked it -- she was able to vocalize what he'd been suppressing during their love making.
If he'd been so opposed to what she demanded of him, it certainly didn't stop him from willingly obliging her wants, needs and desires. She came as he ejaculated inside her.
They kissed and held each other close for a few moments. Then they got up and got dressed. Even though they would be staying at The Lexington another night, they still had to check out at noon.
She grabbed her purse and hotel keys and he, his wallet. He gazed at her invitingly, "Wanna have breakfast with me?"
She smiled affectionately at him. "At this time of day, we'll have to make it brunch."
"Works for me," he grinned, kissing her.
"Don't forget you have to turn in your apartment key to Mrs. Augsburg. She was nice enough to let you clear out of and have your final inspection today," she reminded him. "Plus, we should go say good bye to your family and mine, who are all leaving today."
"Right," he said, wishing they could just spend the whole day alone together making love in bed.
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