Can't Run FroomLove expert

“Do you want to know what I see?”
He met her eyes in the mirror. She pressed her lips together.
“I see beauty and kindness. I see a woman with great compassion and lots of love to give if she let herself.”
She opened her mouth, but he continued, “I see a woman I would like to get to know. I see an extremely desirable woman. I've spent considerable about of time wondering what kind of noises you make when you come.”
Her nipples strained against her tank top. He skimmed his hands up her sides and covered her breasts. He squeezed the gently. Not quite a handful. When he teased her nipples with his thumb and forefinger, she closed her eyes and a small groan escaped her throat.
He rolled them between his fingers until he couldn’t take anymore. He had to touch her. He slipped his hand into the waistband of her sweatpants. It wouldn’t take any stimulation to make him come, just the discovery that she wasn’t wearing any panties.
“Do you always go without underwear?” he asked, his fingers brushing her soft outer lips.
“Not in a short skirt. That’s why I favor the long flowing ones.” A smile played on her lips. He kissed her shoulder.
He found her wet with desire and felt a surge of pride. She was turned on by him. His cock strained against his pants. He let himself rub against her back a little.
“Do you feel what you do to me?”
She nodded. He brushed over her clit with his finger, back and forth, rhythmically.
She shivered. “I can’t, Darren. It’s too much.” She looked at him in the mirror, her face in a panic.
He pressed his finger gently against her. “How long since someone touched you like this?”
She relaxed a little. “Three years.” Her hips rocked, and she shuddered.
“I don’t know what happened three years ago, but you’ll tell me when you’re ready. For now, I’ll hold you while I make you come. You’ll be okay.” He kissed her shoulder again. “Trust me.”
She nodded and dropped her head. He’d taken her far enough into desire for her body’s need to take over. He smiled and slipped a finger into her. He pistoned his finger in and out of her slowly while rubbing her clit with his thumb.
“Oh hell,” she groaned. He barely started, and she was coming. He watched her face contort with pleasure. Her knees started to buckle. When she collapsed, he quickly pulled out of her pants to grab around her waist.
She twisted in his arms and grabbed him. He held her while she shuddered one last time.
“That was beautiful.” He picked her up and pressed his lips softly to the top of her head. His breath came out in puffs against her chest.

 Homeless. Not what Liz expected upon returning from her summer job, but now she doesn't have a job, a place to sleep or a way to return to school. Until her only friend, Tonya tells her about single dad Darren, looking for a live in nanny. Can she work closely with dad and daughter and still keep her secrets to herself? 

When Darren's ex-wife is sent to rehab, he finds himself in need of someone to help him care for his daughter, Claire, full time. When Liz shows up on his door step with dreadlocks and a long skirt, she isn't who he had in mind for the job. Claire thinks Liz is perfect. He quickly finds out first impressions are not to be believed, but Liz is keeping secrets. Can he figure them out before she runs away?

Can't Run From Love is a romance by Asrai Devin. The e-book is avaible on Amazon.com and Smashwords for 99 cents for a limited time

It Only Gets Better

This is from a longer piece I'm working on about a couple that has been together for 30 + years. Mainly told in flashback memories as they close on their 30 wedding anniversary.

Later that night when everyone was gone, they sat in silence for a while. He reached for the remote and turned the television on. "News time."

"I'll go to the bedroom and read for a bit."

When he came into the bedroom, she sat on her edge of the bed. She wore a strapless red nightgown. He knelt behind her on the bed and kissed her shoulder.

She reached behind her and touched his thighs. His chest and belly pressed into her back, strong all these years. His hands moved around her to cup her breasts.

Her body reacted to his hand, just like the first time. Her nipple came to attention under the gentle pull of his fingers.

They undressed, helping each other ease of their clothing. Then together they stretched out on the bed, skin to skin.

His fingers stroked the swell of her breasts. The swells had move lower with time. The skin was not as supple or smooth as it once was, but still stimulating.

She stretched up and kissed him, her mouth and tongue hot against him. She ran fingers down her back, grabbing his butt. Then up his chest, teasing his nipples.

He dipped his head to tongue her nipples. And his fingers dipped between her legs he found droplets of moisture gathering.

Her fingers stretched out, then closed around his sex. She stroked up and down his shaft. Her other hand stroked and squeezed his balls.

He moaned into her mouth, feeling the first stirrings of life between his legs.

He reached for the lube in the bedside table behind him, momentarily pulling from her.

She held her hand out. "Please?"

He squeezed some of the cool lubricant into her hand. She let it warm to her hand before lowering it to him again. His eyes closed with pleasure as she slicked it over him with her hand. His breath caught in his throat in a low moan.

She caught the moan in a deep kiss. He dropped the bottle and grabbed her breasts. She moved her hips into him, impatient as ever.

His hands slid down her body. He gripped her hips and pulled them back. "Wait," he said. She sighed, pulling away.

He was hard in her hand. She slowed her strokes, prolonging the pleasure.

He poured the lubrication into his fingers. He watched her eyes as he pushed one slick finger between her lips into her heat. He rubbed his slick thumb against her sensitive clit.

She dropped her hands away from him, as he thrust into her, rubbing her in the way he knew drove her crazy. She moaned and arched her back into him.

As he continued, she rocked her hips against his fingers. She murmured encouragement to him.

She closed her eyes and let out a squeal of enjoyment as she orgasmed on his fingers. Her body clenched tight around him. He nearly came himself at the sensation. But he longed to feel it squeezing him tighter, from the inside.

When she recovered she kissed him again. "Make love to me," she moaned against him. "I want to feel you inside me."

"Yes," he said, teeth gritted.

He moved over her. A hand fitted between them. He spread her, guiding himself into her welcoming body. It was a familiar and new feeling all at once. It was new every time he eased in. He let himself sink deeply into her, groaning with each inch he moved.

He thrust slowly. In and out. Not wanting to hurt her. Holding back was excruciating, as his body lurched wanting to find fulfillment inside of her.

She moved against him quickly, urging him forward. She opened her eyes, watching his face, as their hips met again and again. She put her hands on him, feeling his breath quicken with each movement.

It seemed like moments and forever later, when the world inside him exploded. He came inside her with a grunt and two last weak thrusts.

She sighed contentedly, rubbing his back, holding him tight to her. The love for him swelled in her chest.

His chest pounded into her as he heaved for air.

She worried sometimes about the heaving. But, she knew he kept in shape. And, they'd kept an active sex life all this time.

He moved his weight off her and laid next to her, almost caught his breath again. She felt her body expand into the space he'd left.

"Not bad for an old guy right?"

"You're not an old guy. You are as sexy as the day I met you."

He kissed her. "I love you, like the day I met you."

She smiled up at him. "I loved you before I met you."

"You did?"

She nodded.

A return to romance

She laid next to him. Her breathing was rapid, but quiet as she listened for him. His chest moved rapidly, but there was no sound. He faced away from her so she couldn't see his face.

She lifted her head and then lay back down. Her hair fell over her face, obscuring her view even more.

She sighed a little. "I may be the stupidest girl who ever lived."

"Why?" he asked, his voice a bit of a groan, "do you say that?"

Neither of them moved, a breath passing between them.

"I love you." She held her breath, listening for a subtle change in him. "I've tried to let go. But no matter who I love, the feelings can't compare."

She didn't wait for a reply. She didn't hold her breath. She didn't sit up and look at him waiting for answer.

She rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom. She turned the shower on pushed her head under the warm flow of the water, drowning out any sound he might make.

Do you know ...

Do you know how beauitful you are?
My fingers long to feel your skin-
My mouth longs to taste yours-
Your heat on my body-in my body
Leaving your mark on me.
I kneel before you- bow my head
I offer myself to you.
Would you take it?