As promised, here is an excerpt from my recently published erotic romance novella "The Healer"...
"She could feel the wetness between her thighs and thought longingly of a bearded stranger's face rasping along her tender skin. Her hips swayed with the longing as her fingers rubbed and pulled on her nipple. She would prolong this, torture her own body with desire until her bud begged to be touched, throbbing with need.
Her eyes closed to the ecstasy as her hands explored her breasts. She knew why men loved to touch them. They were soft and full and round, and she enjoyed their touch as well.
Suddenly her skin sizzled with fingerprints of heat. There was a hand on her thigh, a smooth and seeking hand moving slowly towards her wetness. She flung her eyes open, and there, there was the bearded stranger from her dream. Dark hair pulled back in a loose braid framed an angular face with a nose akin to an old Roman statue. Piercing green eyes looked upon her with such genuine desire she could not think beyond the heat of his hand.
"I am the healer. I was sent for." He rasped gently as his hand moved slowly, but assuredly, toward her most sacred opening. They were silent for a moment. "Shall I try a different method, or is this to your liking?"
She knew this was not a dream, though the absurdity of the situation was not lost on her. There were no appropriate, formulating thoughts. Her body screamed for this. "You may continue," was all she could whisper.
A smile slid across his face; his eyes half-closed in satisfaction as his hands found their mark. A warm, strong finger pushed into her open flesh. She squeezed in sudden ecstasy, wanting to draw him in more. Never had a man's touch reached her so deeply, so intensely. She rocked her body towards him, trying to draw more of him in. He chuckled then, a deep, resonant sound full of desire and satisfaction. She rocked her body to the rhythm of his hand. Together they found a steady pace that quickly began to crescendo. She could feel the ache growing, the swelling of the flesh between her legs, and thought for a moment she would swoon.
The stranger slowed his pace and put a gentle hand on her belly to still her, removing wet, confident fingers from her. She looked at him, dazed, fighting a whimper that arose. He would bring her this far and leave her unsatisfied? As if reading her thoughts, he bent and kissed her knee.
"Your patron is away for the day, I presume?" he asked before placing another kiss just above where he placed the last one. Eleanor felt she should argue with this man about his use of the word patron but found she did not have the desire to talk overmuch.
"It is not commonly known what our relationship is, so he will not be back here in the light of day," she replied.
"No matter if he did, they would not dare disturb the 'healer' while he is working," he slid his tongue along her inner thigh. "Shall I presume my treatment is to your liking, or shall I try a more traditional method?" He paused, his eyes staring up at her from behind a glistening mound of curls, patiently waiting for her response.
She had never before been with a stranger. By society's standards, she was promiscuous. She was not a virgin when she met her husband, having already shared a pile of hay once or twice with the neighbor's son. But the three men she had made love to had been men she knew. This man before her, the one whose puffs of warm breath she could feel on her throbbing folds of delicate skin, was a stranger, known only to her in a dream. Surely that meant they had met before, or that they were fated to meet? Her body screamed for a resolution to this mental indecision. She pushed her moistness toward his face in response.
A groan escaped him as he buried his face in her curls. His hands reached under her backside to grasp the fleshiness of her hips and lift her towards him. She felt the warmth of his tongue as he slid it deep into her body and out again, repeating a rhythm that was surely to fling her apart. He paused in his penetrating to slide his tongue up to her clitoris, the swelling ball of nerves and flesh that might be her undoing. He sucked the ball into his mouth and flicked it gently with his tongue. Her body trembled convulsively, feeling overpowered by the sensation but not wanting it to stop. She placed her foot on his shoulder to lift her hips higher.
He took this as an invitation."
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