Be Mine
A short erotic romance by
NONA WESLEY
Special to DLP Books
Also by Nona Wesley
Drawn to You
We All Scream
Better Than Chocolate
This is an explicit and erotic story
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of adult readers. Please keep
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Be Mine copyright 2010 by Nona Wesley
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Be Mine is a complimentary read in celebration of Valentine’s Day. This title is not to be distributed for sale or through unauthorized vendors or parties. If you paid for this title, or downloaded it from a source other than one authorized by DLP Books, please inform info@dlpbooks.com immediately.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
The bedroom seemed to turn white for the sudden rush of morning sunlight through the windows. Her eyes still closed, LaSara sensed the day caressing her face and brightening her sleep, tempting her to wake, though her brain reminded her that Sunday didn’t require it just yet. Rather than accept the inevitable, she turned into her pillow to darken her consciousness and steal a few more minutes in the dream she’d enjoyed.
For all the good it did. She sensed movement next to her—Danny had succumbed, but then she’d become accustomed to his early rising to meet the glorious surf conditions. Not today, however.
“Fuck me!” she heard him exclaim.
She smiled. If you insist...
Waking completely, she sat up in bed and let the covers tumble to her lap, exposing her dark breasts. Despite the warmth of the room her skin still prickled and tightened her nipples—likely a product of the February cold trying to seep into the apartment, but she knew the proximity of the hot body in the room excited her more.
Danny stood, naked and beautiful, by the window on the far side of the bedroom. With the curtain pulled back, the clear view of thick white flakes swirling in the late winter air inspired a mixed sense of dread and anxiousness in LaSara. She hadn’t experienced such a rough, seemingly endless storm since moving to Virginia Beach—beach being the operative word. Snow in the South, just a surreal notion to fathom.
The extreme weather conditions dissatisfied her boyfriend more. Over the last few months, she’d watched his surfer tan fade to the paler side of beige, yet regular spinning at the gym helped maintain the leanness in his legs and that oh-so-tight ass, perfect for grabbing and pulling him closer. Danny’s cock, while limp, still looked impressive resting against the thigh raised as he elevated one foot on a garment box.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked, noting the intense frown creasing his face.
“I’m thinking I’d like to find Al Gore and kick his ass.”
LaSara laughed. “Hey, global warming ain’t all his fault. Takes two to tango, and a billion more to mess up the environment,” she said. “You know what they say about killing the messenger.”
Danny turned to her, his expression softening as his gaze panned the length of her. LaSara straightened to give her breasts a bit more buoyancy, and teased him with a raised knee that slid the sheets away further. Surely now he could see the curve of her bare hip and her pussy shadowed just beneath it, making him want her all the more. When the former neighbors first hooked up at a Cinco de Mayo party last year, LaSara didn’t expect their relationship to last beyond the “friends with benefits” stage. Today, Valentine’s Day, saw them living together and loving each other exclusively. She didn’t want to change a thing.
“I hate being away from the ocean for so long,” he said, folding his arms over his flat, bare chest. “This time last year there were days we went out in shorts, and I managed to get some board time in.”
LaSara nodded. She wanted to remember, but one of her many ne’er-do-well exes had spoiled the last lover’s holiday for her, and she preferred to look ahead.
“I hear you,” she said. “Who wants to live in a beach town when it feels like Minnesota?” The idea of checking the local weather forecasts filled her with dread. The news promised little relief for the remainder of the month.
“What I don’t hate,” Danny added, strolling closer, “is the idea of being snowed in with you for the next few days.”
LaSara let out a throaty laugh, and brushed the sheets away as Danny crawled back onto the bed and covered her body with his. “Mmmm.” He felt warm and hard in all the right places—from the planes of his hairless chest to the tight muscles in his arms. His mouth sought hers and they melted into a searing, searching kiss. LaSara sank back into bed, pulling Danny along with her, and tangled her legs with his. Hands smoothed over skin, tongues mated and twirled together, and their breathing synced into a slow, sensual rhythm. LaSara felt her boyfriend’s cock harden between them, and her pussy throbbed with anticipation for some rough and lengthy lovemaking.
Danny broke off the kiss and nipped at her earlobe, then down her neck. “I still wish you’d have let me make dinner reservations,” he whispered. “You deserve a proper Valentine’s Day.”
“I wish you’d slide down the bed and eat my pussy,” she countered on a moan. To hell with proper. She’d done the fancy dinners and stuffed bears with other boyfriends, and gladly would trade all past memories for the amplified sensation of Danny’s tongue on her clit.
“Yes, ma’am.” Danny’s deep laugh rumbled through her. She squirmed for a comfortable position and parted her legs for him. Danny hung halfway off the edge of the bed, his feet dangling while he caressed her slick folds. Hooking one finger inside her, he stroked her inner walls and inspired her to clamp down on him. Danny sucked in a breath.
“Nice and tight,” he said. “Gonna feel so good.” He appeared to want to say more, but LaSara shot what she hoped was a demanding glare, and he smiled instead as he lowered to her pussy lips. Starting at the cleft, he pursed his mouth on the hood of her clit and suckled, all the while pumping his finger into her core. LaSara let out a long, satisfied groan and closed her eyes to concentrate better on the pleasured sensations rippling up her belly to her breasts.
Her hand cupped one and rolled the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Each pinch jolted her, magnifying the tingling in her core as Danny licked and sucked.
“Mmm, fuck yeah.” She bucked her hips high, yet he never wavered off course to please her. His lips close, he worried her throbbing bud, instinctively adding pressure right when her orgasm tippled toward the edge of insanity. One, two, three strokes of his tongue in a clockwise pattern set the explosion in motion. LaSara arched her back and fisted the fitted bed sheet underneath her, and cried out her release. Who cared if the whole complex heard? The neighbors had snow to distract them.
Danny lifted his head, gasping for air. “Christ,” he muttered. “I almost came myself.”
“Not yet.” Her head spinning, LaSara just found the strength to pat the mattress beside her. She curled her body toward the opposite end of the bed as Danny crawled forward, then leaned to the side for the end table.
He extracted a small bottle of lubricant and a plug. “Straddle me,” he said as she moved to grab his reddening cock. “I’m not done playing yet.”
LaSara clenched her buttocks muscles. She didn’t think she could handle a sixty-nine without passing out entirely, but when she saw the thin plug, flared wide enough at the base to make its presence felt, she cooed in anticipation. She kept her ass high and her body as symmetrical as possible over his, enjoying the sight of his large, erect cock bobbing between his legs.
Sticky white pre-cum leaked from the tip, and she wrapped her fingers around the shaft. She loved the way he looked in her grip, aching and strong and delicious. After a few seconds of teasing fingertips along the raised veins, she lowered for a taste, right as something cool and wet touched down on her puckered hole.
“Mmm. Ooh!” She only had the salty tip in her mouth, and swirled her tongue around the cut head and slit. Cupping his sac with her other hand, she massaged him in time to Danny’s gentle play. One slick finger entered her ass while another—his thumb, she guessed—teased her folds.
He said something; LaSara couldn’t discern all the words. He’d mentioned her big ass, she got that much, and were she not so aroused now she might have grazed her teeth across his skin in warning. She loved Danny and took the teasing in stride, but at this moment she preferred he fuck her big ass rather than offer commentary.
He pulled away, and LaSara felt the lubed tip of the plug trace the rim of her hole before Danny eased it slowly to the hilt. She wriggled and clenched, enjoying the sensation while not letting it distract from sucking his cock. She took him in deeper, sliding the flat of her tongue and up and down as she bobbed over him. She loved his flavor, tangy and male with a hint of that bay rum soap he used. She could do this forever, she knew, if only her pussy didn’t ache for this cock as well.
She rose, pulling against his shaft as she did, and released him with a quiet pop. “Now,” she did. Danny didn’t need to ask for clarification; he merely helped LaSara turn around in place and seat herself on his cock.
“Ohh, yes.” Danny’s girth never failed to satisfy. She clamped her pussy around the hard length of him and leaned forward for a kiss. The addition of the plug intensified the sex, and she did her best to tighten her cheeks so it wouldn’t slip out.
With her palms planted on the bed at either side of his head, she began a rhythmic thrust that swiveled her hips and caused her breasts to wobble over him. Danny kept his hands firm on the curves of her ass, as though steering.
“Now,” she grunted out, “isn’t this better than some boring steak dinner?”
Danny laughed. “It’s nine in the morning, too early for steak.”
Never too early for something sweet, though. LaSara brushed one breast over his face, pulling back as he tried to nip at her. Smiling, she straightened and ground deeper, working his cock to hit all the right spots inside her. With every twitch and stroke she watched Danny’s face to see what he enjoyed the most, then adjusted to satisfy. When his face pinched she realized he would soon come, and she sped up.
“Oh, Danny.” She sighed. “Come for me, huh? Let me hear you, baby.”
Danny didn’t disappoint her. He went rigid, and LaSara felt his cock pulse with his orgasm. Warmed from the inside out, LaSara rode out Danny’s erection for a minute or so more before easing to his side and kissing away the afterglow.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” he said, holding her close.
“Back at you.” LaSara moved to pull the anal plug free, then changed her mind. It felt nice where it was, and there was no telling when the next round of hot sex would happen. Judging from the increased snowfall, neither of them were going anywhere soon.
“Thank you for the present,” she added, smoothing her fingers over his nipples. “I’ll have to give you something equally nice.”
“If that’s the case, I’ll need to rest up,” Danny said. “While we’re waiting, though…” he paused long enough to curl away from her and reach under the bed, “why don’t I give you this now?”
“Danny.” LaSara took the small valentine-shaped box and removed the ribbon securing it. “Well, I guess there’s nothing wrong with a bit of chocolate before breakfast,” she said, hoping the assortment had a coconut bonbon, her favorite.
It did, and as LaSara lifted it for a bite she noticed something extra—shining and round and…oh my.
The wind left her for a moment. All she could do was stare at the solitary diamond ring resting in the ridged paper candy cup. The candy fell to the bed, forgotten.
“Danny?” Her voice, when it finally came back, cracked.
“LaSara,” Danny said, “I love you, have loved you for years. I couldn’t think of a better day to ask you to be mine, forever.”
She appeared to watch everything from outside her body. Her fingers shook as Danny placed the ring on her finger, and barely heard Danny’s proposal. Will you marry me? She wondered if she’d ever hear those words, and that they came from Danny made them all the more sweeter.
Like a box of chocolates.
“Why are you rolling your eyes?” Danny sounded amused, but thankfully not annoyed.
“Nothing, just a corny movie line popped into my head, at the most inopportune time, of course.”
“Of course.” Danny smiled. “So, since you haven’t ripped the ring off I’m going to assume this is a yes.”
“A thousand times yes.” LaSara kissed him. “For better or worse, sickness and health, snow and sunshine.”
“Is it snowing?” Danny nibbled at her neck again, and soon the two wrapped around each other in a smoldering embrace.
LaSara didn’t bother to check the window again for a weather report. She’d take the heat of passion over winter white any day.
About the Author
Nona Wesley read her first Harlequin novel at the age of thirteen, and since then has devoured every romance she can find. Twenty years later, her dream of becoming a romance author was put into motion with a contract from Phaze Books for her erotic short, We All Scream. Please visit NonaWesleyRomance.com to follow Nona’s writing journey.
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