My novel, Unfolding, has been made into a movie by Adam & Eve, directed by Kay Brandt.
Cherie Deville, who plays Charlie, and Seth Gamble, who plays Jack, are going on a little sexual journey together…
All excepts below are from Unfolding, available on the following:
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Excerpts from Chapter 2…
When I went over to the end table and dug under the Reader’s Digests for the K-Y, his eyes brightened. I tossed the white tube on the coffee table, put a couch cushion on the floor, and knelt on it. Without a word, I went to my hands and knees and presented my ass to him. I heard him whistle, long and low, but I didn’t move.
My breath came fast and shallow. My ass up in the air felt cool and it was tingling. I heard him closing his laptop, moving it aside, standing. Still, I waited, feeling that tingling spreading through my pelvis. I felt dizzy and weak when I heard him unzipping his pants.
“Spread your ass open for me.” His voice was low. Commanding. I reached both hands back, going down to the floor on my shoulders, and opened myself to him, using my fingers to spread my cheeks as wide as I could. He groaned, and I heard the sound of his hand stroking his cock. I didn’t look, though. I just kept my eyes closed, waiting.
I let out a satisfied sigh when he knelt between my thighs. His hands pushed mine away, kneading the flesh of my ass, opening and closing my cheeks, making my little asshole wink at him. I could imagine the lust in his eyes and it made my toes curl. My pussy was a throbbing mound of heat.
“What do you want?” he asked, using his finger to slide along my slit. I was already wet.
“Your cock,” I murmured. This was a game we had started to play ever since he’d caught on to how much I loved his cock in my ass, and it made my breath come even faster.
“Where?” He rubbed my clit, making me shiver, and slid a finger inside of my pussy. “Here?”
“No.” My voice was just above a whisper. I couldn’t help rocking my hips against his hand, squeezing my pussy muscles around him.
“Where?” he asked. I moaned when I felt him touch my asshole with the tip of his finger, probing just a little. “Here?”
“Yes!” I hissed, wiggling back, arching.
“Are you sure?” I could hear his smile.
His fingers spread my pussy lips, and I knew I was wet enough for the curly red hair between my legs to be glistening with my juices. I felt his breath as he kissed my thighs, my ass.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather have my tongue?” He slipped it into my slit. I groaned, feeling him sucking gently at my clit. It pulsed between his lips, a swollen, tender thing. He knew just what I liked, licking me in wide, flat sweeps now, again and again, making me gasp.
“Jack, please,” I begged. I was yearning for him inside of me, filling me.
“Are you sure?” he murmured, teasing me, before he stuck his tongue deep into my pussy. I moaned, feeling his nose pressed against my little asshole. God, that felt good!
“Here,” I whispered, pressing my flushed cheek to the carpet as I reached my finger around to show him, gently stroking my asshole. “Please.”
“Mmm.” The hum of his lips against my pussy made me shiver. I knew he was watching me rub my pink, puckered hole.
“Here?”