What about a little something sexy, featuring Seling (that’s him on the cover)?
(c) Lila Dubois, 2013
Seling himself was panting after that, and Cali was rubbing her hips against his cock. Normally he could tell by a female’s reaction to his words what she preferred, but Cali seemed to react to everything.
He hoped that meant she would let him do anything he wanted to her.
“Seling, I don’t know. None of it, all of it, it shouldn’t matter. We’re not going to have sex.”
“If you don’t want me, say so. If you really believe it will destroy the movie and ruin my people, say so.” Seling took a step back, holding his hands up by his shoulders so she’d know he wouldn’t touch her until she answered.
Cali opened her eyes, the lust-haze fading a bit. “I want you. You know I do.”
“I hoped you did.”
“Yes, I think…” She blew out a breath. “Okay, I don’t really think that the movie will be destroyed if we have sex, but it’s not a good idea.”
“So it’s a bad idea?”
“My best ideas are always bad.”
She laughed. “I bet they are. But I’m not into—” she waved her hand in the air, “—all that stuff you mentioned.”
“Yes, you are.”
“You are. I felt it.”
“I mean, it sounds hot, but I’ve never done any of it. And I don’t want to.”
“You do want to. I felt it.”
Cali narrowed her eyes, fire flashing in their depths. “I also like a man who listens, which clearly you don’t. Buh-bye.” She turned to leave.
Seling leapt forward. He pressed his hips against her ass, caging her body with his. “If you don’t want that tonight, then we won’t do it.”
“If we’re not having sex, then get off me.”
“I didn’t say we weren’t having sex.” Seling slid his hand between her body and the door. “Just that we’re not going to have complicated sex.”
“Is that what you call kinky sex?”
Seling slipped his hand under her shirt. Her skin was smooth and hot against his hand. Cali pushed away from the door, covering his hand with hers. She didn’t try to stop him—she pressed his fingers harder into her breast, shuddering.
“Kinky sex can be simple,” he whispered in her ear, tangling his fingers with hers and sliding their linked hands under the waistband of her pants. “And plain sex, what do you call it? Vanilla sex, that can be complicated.”
Cali turned in his arms, their hands slipping away from her body. She examined his face, and Seling felt the intensity of her gaze. Cali grabbed his head and pressed her lips to his. Pleasure rocketed through Seling. She tasted sweet, and different—a human taste, he supposed. Grabbing her hips, he lifted her, sliding his hands under her ass when she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Cali broke the kiss, and their gazes met. “Fuck it. Let’s do this.”
Seling’s hands kneaded her ass as he carried her across the small trailer and set her on the counter. Cali hooked her arms tighter around his shoulders while kissing his neck. He smelled like soap and something wild, something foreign. She took a deep breath, wanting to identify the scent, but he set her down on the small counter before she could.
Cali leaned back, keeping her hands on his shoulders. How delightful that he was already naked. She slipped the towel from around his neck and rubbed the terrycloth over the hard muscles of his chest.
“Am I dry?” His voice had deepened. She felt the rumble of his words through the contact with his shoulders.
“You are.” Cali tossed the towel away.
“Are you?” Seling’s hands kneaded the insides of her thighs. Pleasure tingled up and down her legs.
One thumb pressed against her core and Cali hissed out a breath. “No. I’m wet.”
Seling growled a moment before he captured her lips in a kiss. Even as the kiss deepened, he was pushing her jacket off her shoulders. Cali jerked the battery pack from her pants and pulled the headset from around her neck. It tangled in her hair and Cali tugged, her hair falling out of the messy ponytail to spill around her shoulders.
Seling took a piece of her hair between his fingers, pressing it to his lips.
“Sweetness later,” Cali gasped, “sex now.”
“Your bad ideas are good too.”