Adult Excerpt from ObsessionAdult Fiction by Lisa Beth Darling
Laying beneath him with no choice but to submit, to surrender, and give over to all that he wants from her, she shivers with each bead of sweat dropping from his chest onto her back as they writhe and thrust together. When the hand between her shoulder blades reaches for her head, turns her face to look at him and kisses her, she doesn't even consider resisting. The meeting of their lips is all they need to push them over the edge, in a heated rush they cum together and then lay breathless in each other's arms.
The night is still young and outside the storm still rages calling to the desires deep within each of them to use its power and continue their lovemaking throughout the night.
Outside the window, the Shaw Street Stranger sequesters himself in the shadows between the shed and the woodpile as the rains pour down upon him. He begins to rail against the drawing of the shade. Although he can make out their shadows against it because of the candles flickering in the lust-filled bedroom, the view was better before. With his hand on his bulging cock, slowly he ventures up to the window, careful to stay out of the direct line of it, and not risk attracting the glance of Colonel Smith's practiced eye. Standing in the dying flowerbed of mums and roses, he peers through the tiny crack between the shade and the heavy velvet curtain. From here, with his ear pressed to the corner of the glass as the rains pour down, he hears her sighing and moaning, cooing with passion, and begging the two-faced Adonis thrusting away between her legs from behind non-stop.
His cock, naked to the world, soaked with the falling chilly autumn rain only grows harder as it begs for relief. He strokes it faster trying to keep time with her coos as he watches the shadows showing him the Kiwi Colonel taking holes that don't belong to him. He envisions himself buried deep in there with her arms wrapped around him, welcoming him, wanting him, the way he knows she does.
She has to. She just has to.
Still there is no relief, no climax, soon the skin on his pulsing throbbing cock is chaffed and sore.
Soaked to the bone and growing angrier by the second, he drops his cock now flopping out of his jeans in the rain and ventures closer than ever before to the window. Putting his hand against the wet glass he stands on his tiptoes to peer through the crack between the windows and drawn velvet curtains and get the best possible view, wondering what her pussy feels like, tastes likes, smells like. From the look on the Colonel's face and the way his eyes are rolling back in his head as he throws his strong back into his work, it feels pretty damn good.
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