They’d arrived at last.
Raoul reluctantly released him and Jamie lowered his legs, stretching them out.
He occupied his hands with stripping his boyfriend of what little remained of
his costume. Raoul was equally busy with de-vampifying Jamie. Jamie had a
wicked sense of humor—he’d deliberately chosen the vampire costume to play upon
the supernatural rivalry between vampires and lycanthropes. He loved to get his
werewolf lover’s goat every chance he got.
But in a loving way.
Jamie raked his fingers
through Raoul’s long locks. “Let me curl your hair,” he begged, lovingly
kissing the strands. “That would be so hot…”
Raoul growled. “Fuck
no. Do you want me to look like a sissy?”
“Like you ever could.”
Jamie laughed, brushing his lips along Raoul’s jaw line. “Mmm, someone needs a
shave.”
“Hush, it’s not that
bad.” They dropped to their knees, facing one another, fully naked, except for
the matching rings on their fingers. The rings they’d exchanged when they’d
promised to stay together forever.
Raoul pulled him close,
inhaling the intoxicating scent that was one part the designer fragrance that
he wore and nine parts Jamie. This was one of the perks of being a werewolf—his
olfactory senses were sensitive beyond that of most men, and they seemed to
connect directly to his cock.
He skimmed his hands
lightly down Jamie’s bare back, feather light touches along the natural curve
of his spine. He paused at the dip just above his ass, exploring the vertebrae;
then he grasped his globes, squeezing them firmly. Jamie moaned.
Thanks for stopping by, and have a great weekend! Until next time, take care!
♥ Julie
Nice excerpt, Julie. Thanks for being part of My Sexy Saturday. Hope to see you next week!
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Raoul sounds (and looks) just yummy. Good luck with your submission.
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