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Legacy of the Stars

A love scene:

“Excuse me, fellows.” A female voice belonging to my English teacher rescued me from having to answer. “Asher, may I speak with you a moment?”

I turned and nodded. “Certainly, Mrs. Walker.” I tossed Tom a grin and said, “Excuse me.”

Mrs. Walker was my favorite teacher, and I was her favorite student. She allowed me to write stories when the other students were required to produce book reports. She’d marked one of my efforts with ‘I like your otherworldly approach,” which I took as a great compliment. I wrote with an otherworldly touch because I felt stuck in a rut, lost in a West Texas lifestyle.

“Would you mind coming back to the classroom?” Her hazel gaze shifted to Tom. “Sorry, Tom, I need your companion.”

“No prob, Mrs. Walker. We’re done chatting.” Tom ogled pretty Mrs. Walker as he had Lily a few minutes ago.

I thought she was pretty, too, but I wasn’t going to insult her by studying her like a nude painting. Even though, sometimes when she was lecturing, I imagined her naked. Not a bad daydream. She was petite and curvy. That she was probably in her forties intrigued me. The image faltered with her dark hair in a bun, but she had piercing yet sexy hazel eyes. She gestured, and I followed her up the brick stairs, down the hallowed gray hallway to the classroom. Here the resemblance to an Ivy League university ended. Rows of plain old wooden desks faced a large, clunky oaken teacher’s refuge.

Sexy Mrs. Walters ushered me in, closed the door…and locked it with a small click. “This is important, and I don’t want anyone interrupting us,” she explained.

She undulated—the only word for the slow, sensual walk—back to her desk. She halted at my side, slid a stapled paper toward us, and smiled at me.

“You did a wonderful job on this story.” She said, her voice sensually soft. “I’ve given you the grade you deserve. You’re top of the class again. You don’t have to worry about skipping straight to college.” She turned to face me, her lips parted on the sexiest smile.

“Thank you,” I said, scarcely able to breathe for the spell she and her perfume wove.

She reached up and slid the band off my ponytail. “You’re the most beautiful young man I’ve ever seen. Your hair is such an unusual blond and your eyes…Asher, I’ve no idea how to seduce a student. I’ve never done it before, but I’ve wanted you since you walked through that door.” She pointed at the locked door.

“I don’t know how to be seduced by a teacher. I’ve never…I’ve never—”

“It’s okay.” Her eyes lingered on the bulge to the left of my zipper, traveled down my legs, returned to the erection trapped in my tight jeans.

She leaned into me, her breasts grazing my chest. Hands at her small waist, I lifted her and set her on the desk. She spread her legs, and I inserted my hips between her tanned thighs.

“Kiss me,” she breathed—a dying request.

My mouth closed over hers, staking my claim, my rigid, strong tongue thrusting into her mouth.  Deep, dark pleasure blanked my mind and all resistance as pure, unadulterated lust consumed my body.  Breathing hard, she unzipped my pants and eased my erection free, sliding her hands up and down the shaft and kissing the crown with her long red nails. My cock jerked and spat a drop of precum. She worked my slick cock in expert strokes. Waves of desire washed me further from any sense of danger. Indeed, the thought of getting caught fired the imagination and the libido.  I pulled her panties out of the way, and she guided me into her wet pussy. Her muscles clenched and released sucking at my dick, making me so hot I thought I’d spill before the first thrust.  I drew  back, the swollen head at the gates of heaven, then shoved into her. She gasped and scooted her hips to the edge of the desk to drive me deeper.

I delved faster, deeper, and she moaned in tempo.  Lifting her hips, I positioned her clit on the hilt of my dick, caressing her sensitized nub.  She fell back in the support of my arms.  I tensed in her arms as my cock tensed inside her, and I trembled.

“Slow and deep,” she groaned, locking her hands in my hair and her legs around my hips.

I slowed my strokes, delving to her depths. She rode me, battling for satisfaction. When she gasped, “Faster now, baby,” I pumped her hard, shoving into her, grinding her clit on my hilt.

“I’m coming,” she cried against my neck.

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Erin cleans Mr. Morris’s house twice a week, soaking up every moment with the reclusive ex-soldier she secretly loves. Blake Morris knows he’s scarred both inside and out and is no good for the beautiful young woman who cleans his house to pay for college. But when Erin walks in on Blake touching himself and moaning her name, all bets are off.

Beauty Touched the Beast is a short erotic story of lovers finding refuge with each other. Not for those under 18 years of age or those uncomfortable with the subject matter.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beneath the Beauty

In the long anticipated sequel to Amazon Erotica Bestseller Beauty Touched the Beast, Erin and Blake explore their new intimacy and encounter old enemies.Cover_BeneathTheBeauty-SkyeWarren (2)

When Blake receives an offer to return to his alma mater as associate professor, he knows this is his chance to reenter the world—and to be worthy of the woman he loves. Erin wants this chance for him to heal… even if it means leaving her behind.

Beneath the Beauty is an erotic story told in serial format. Don’t miss the sexy initial installment, Beauty Touched the Beast, available now.

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EXCERPT FROM  Beauty Touched the Beast

She let herself in using her key and called out, “Mr. Morris! It’s Erin.”

Call me Blake, he always asked, but for some reason she resisted. She wasn’t usually a stickler for propriety, but with him it seemed like a good idea. Maybe his military roots made the formality more correct to her. Or more likely, it was the domesticity of cleaning his home while he loitered near her.

It would be so easy to slip, to let him see how she felt about him. Then she’d feel like an idiot—a dumb, little girl panting after a man old enough to be her father.

She pulled a book from her bag and went upstairs in search of her boss to return it to him. She could probably put it in his bookcase, always neat and organized so she’d know right where it belonged. In fact, his whole house sparkled from the knotted floorboards to the arched ceilings.

It was partly because he was so fastidious, but also because she did a full deep clean twice a week. It was one of the odd habits that made her reclusive employer so strange, and also endearing.

She could replace the book, but she wanted an excuse to talk to him. They’d had a lively debate on the merits of the U.N. in her political science class yesterday and she knew he’d appreciate it.

She poked her head in his bedroom and found him there. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight. He lay spread out on the bed, his skin still damp from a bath, a towel in disarray around his waist.

And he was masturbating. Shit!

She ought to leave. This was clearly a private moment and she the intruder. She really should turn around, walk away and absolutely, positively not watch. Instead she stood there, her eyes riveted to his exposed cock standing up thick from his fisted hand.

“God, baby,” he moaned, his eyes closed, “Suck it, please.”

Her lips parted in surprise, as if she could obey him from across the room. Her clit throbbed to hear his rasping voice say those dirty words, to watch his fist fuck his cock.

“Yes. Yesss. So beautiful. God.” His other hand reached to cup his balls. “That’s right, baby. Lick them. Suck them.”

Her wide-eyed gaze flew to his face, mesmerized by the interplay of shiny, scar tissue and ruddy, healthy skin twisted in a grimace of pleasure. His burns and coarse features might make him repulsive to some, but when she looked at him she saw only Blake, with his brilliant ideas and gruff kindness.

“Touch yourself. Yeah, yeah. Take me deep in your mouth and stick your fingers in your cunt.”

Her thighs squeezed together where she stood, giving herself whatever relief she could. If she moved, either her legs or her hands, she’d have to acknowledge that what she was doing, that being a voyeur was wrong, so she stayed still instead.

Then, shockingly, he moaned her name, “Erin…”

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