by Sigal Ehrlich
Publication date: May 24th 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
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He was supposed to be a personal challenge. A Spanish lover – younger and sinfully attractive. A daring, wild experience for one night.
My liberation from my self-oppressed lifestyle was planned out carefully down to the last detail.
Everything except . . .
HIM.
I didn’t see it coming, not by a long shot. My plan was safe. I was going to quit my job, say goodbye to the restraints of the life I had known, and follow my dreams.
I rented a house halfway across the globe in an exotic Spanish town on the coast. I made some new friends. I reveled in luscious food and a stunning landscape. Most of all I savored my new found freedom.
That is until I met HIM.
It was supposed to be a night of lost inhibitions, soon to become a sweet memory. That was my plan.
He had something different in mind.
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“So how
did you like our wine?” Sebastian gestures with a hint of a knowing glee to the
half-empty evidence on my coffee table.
“Vivian
suggested I try it,” I blabber. “Umm, it was good.”
He cocks
an eyebrow.
“Frankly,
I’m not much of a wine person; I’m more of a sweet cocktail kind of gal. It was
very good though, but I couldn’t elaborate on the taste or anything else as you
experts would.”
“I see,”
he says somewhat pensive. He motions for me to take a seat at the low coffee
table and settles himself on the sofa in front of me. His slightly parted legs
almost touch mine. He takes the bottle and deftly removes the cork.
“Let’s
try to do it together, shall we,” he says, his voice a degree huskier. “You
need to use your senses to evaluate wine, scent, taste . . .sight.” He gives me
a soft, yet bluntly suggestive look. “Sight,” he says as he brings the bottle
to his mouth, wraps his lips around the narrow opening, and takes a slow sip. I
swallow hard, following the motion of his Adam’s apple under bristled, tanned
skin. He then inclines his head toward me and cups the nape of my neck. He
slightly tilts my head back and touches his mouth to mine. With the parting of
my lips, his tongue reaches in, filling my mouth with warmness, wine, and an
intoxicating breath. His tongue commences to stroke mine through the rich
moistness; a combined sensual flesh on flesh electrifying sensation hovered by
the tingling of the aromatic liquid. It skims around my tongue, letting the luscious
liquid reach every part of my greedy mouth. I suck hard on his tongue, tasting
the wine and him; my desire grows, and grows with every erotic stroke of his.
“Taste,”
he says low as he pulls back, lightly biting my bottom lip causing a sting that
crawls all the way between my legs. “Keep your eyes closed, Liv. I’m going to
do that again. I want you to suck on it, swirl it in your mouth, and try to
think what flavors come to your mind.” And he does, with one hand at the nape
of my neck and the other sliding to curl around my knee. Everything inside me
tightens, everything around me melts, and everything about me arouses. It’s a
sensory overload.
“Open
them . . . now, tell me if it’s balanced.” He kisses my lips gently. “Complex.”
Another kiss. “Evolved.” A more profound one.
Tastes
like an orgasm? I close my eyes and lick my slightly pulsing lips. His hand
trails slowly under the hem of my dress, holding my thigh with mild force. I
lick my lips again, distracted by the touch of his hand.
“It
tastes warm and rich.”
“Mmmhmm.”
His hand sprawls, making my skin burn at the spot.
“Fruity
and sexy,” I add quietly, my eyes still closed, the edge of my lips slightly
curved.
“Keep
going.” His other hand cups my cheek, and his thumb grazes my lips.
“It
tastes like something I want in my mouth again.” My eyelids slowly lift and my
eyes meld into his with everything that rages inside of me.
“Sold,”
he says gruffly, with a hint of a heated smile. “Oh, and there’s the scent,” he
adds next, nuzzling the area just below my ear. His hand on my thigh under my
dress advances till the tips of his fingers whisper over the delicate fabric of
my panties. I strangle a moan while his lips sear the skin of my neck. He
murmurs, “Divine.”
My eyes
remain closed as I savor the taste of his mouth, his tongue, and his sweet,
musky scent wafting around me. God, he smells like warm, rich, spicy chocolate.
He smells like molten chocolate with a sprinkle of chili.
“Take
your dress off for me, Liv.” His voice reaches me, and we slowly flicker our
eyes into a scorching, locked stare. He speaks to my mouth next, though it
feels like he speaks to the spot between my legs as it insentiently starts
pulsing in heat. “Undress for me. Stand up and slowly take your dress off.”
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By teen age, Sigal already lived
in three different continents where she was lucky enough to experience and
visit varied places, meet unique people, which only helped fuel her overly
developed imagination. Currently, Sigal calls Estonia home where she lives with
her husband and three kids.
Not exactly sure where they will
end up next...
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