Excerpt from Of Good and Evil

Excerpt from:

Of Good and Evil

A novel

by

Gerald G. Griffin

Finishing dinner, and the wine, Amber poured them each a small glass of cognac.  Instead of returning to the pool, she steered Ron to the sofa, sitting down beside him.

Embolden, she removed her sandals and wiggled her bare feet, exposing one thigh through the slit in her skirt. The glint in her eyes grew as a mischievous dimple suddenly deepened in her cheek.

Ron winked at her, amused by her transparency despite himself. He knew she was totally guileless, and except for her sexual escapades for hiding, totally innocent–almost. “Are you trying to seduce me?” he teased, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, then savoring it as it went down.

She gave him a seductive look. “What do you think?” she said, with a hint of hot, smoky-eyed passion.

“With you, I don’t dare think.”

She sighed, breathing deeply and slowly through parted lips, her heart thumping in her ears, feeling her nipples begin to harden and swell. Struggling with her composure, Amber sipped her cognac slowly, feeling the silky warmth of the golden liquor inflame every nerve in her body, bringing them longingly to the surface. There was that unmistakable scent about her, that scent of desire.

As her eyes focused on Ron, her eyelids became heavy, a sensuous look beneath deeply fringed lashes. Wetting her bottom lip, she dropped the empty glass on the floor, then leaned close to Ron, holding him tightly, purring into his ear, moving the length of her body against him. Then she made a small growling sound in her throat, as if to say:  “What are we waiting for?”

Ron became erect, responding immediately. Tenderly, he placed his fingers under her chin, pulling her face toward him. When their lips met, the pressure was first gentle, but then became crushing as Amber’s lips parted slightly, allowing him to take her mouth completely. His fingertips caressed her spine, then the nape of her neck. Desire overpowered her. His kisses covered her neck, then continued downward to her breasts, hypnotized by the scent of her body, further arousing his passion.

Amber’s sexuality now had a force of its own — strong and overt. She was overcome by Ron’s manliness; so totally in love with him that she was unable to control her sexual impulses, and was completely out of control. Suddenly she felt her legs begin to quiver as the nipples of her breasts jutted forward; then she felt the wetness inside her loins. Now totally without restraint, she pulled off her tank top and dropped it to the floor while Ron shed his shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra, revealing her young, healthy, full, and strong breasts, the nipples that sensuous youthful pink, jumping forth from the purple-red areola.

Becoming wild himself, Ron buried his face in her breasts, his mouth devouring her hot skin. Then he cupped one of the breasts and drew its fullness upwards, his mouth taking in its nipple hotly distended with excitement. Then, tenderly, and everywhere, he began caressing the supple core of her body.

Amber groaned heavily, moving closer to him, drawing him down upon her, running her hands down his back, clawing at  his skin, letting out incredible, breathless sounds of rapture.

From there Ron and Amber’s eroticism exploded. Each needed to touch every part of the other completely; taste the sweetness of each other completely; be part of the other completely. With the moans and groans and orgasmic cries of unimaginable pleasure unlocked from the depths of their beings, they now were one–just like their vibrations.

When they were totally exhausted, they laid there together in a lover’s coil. “I must have had a hundred orgasms,” she murmured, laying her head on his chest.

“That was perfection,” Ron concluded quietly, kissing her on the forehead.

“Enough for a lifetime”, she sighed, closing her eyes and savoring the moment, feeling a strange peace settling within her.

“I think our vibrations had a hand in this.”

A period of quiet set in. They laid on the sofa spent; but Amber felt completely whole, now knowing the meaning of joy. Opening her eyes, she smiled and gave Ron a tender kiss, her exhalations warm against his mouth. With slow fingers, she traced his brows and lips, and the shape of his nose. “I love you,” she said, and nipped his chin.

He looked deeply into her eyes. “I love you,” Ron said, and gave her a hug.

She fell into his arms and they finally slept.

—End Excerpt—

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