My Sexy Saturday ~ His Claimed Bride... their heart-loving kiss

 

Sexy Saturday kisses, everyone.

Seven sentences from ~ 

His Claimed Bride, Happy New Year On Another Earth

A Flash-Scene Erotic Romance Novel 

Zeke covered his woman's mouth with his, after the first heart-loving kiss they shared. He pressed more what he called 'dining kisses' to her lips and his 'prowess' welled up like fresh spring water. Lowering himself fast, he wrapped his arms around her, then rolled them so his Sylva sprawled on top of him. "Mine," he growled. Diving his hand into her hair, he cupped her head and brought their mouths together again. His wife's steamy all-too-willing kisses worked his lips over good, along with his libido. "Like what I'm doing to you?" she whispered, once their lungs demanded air. 

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On New Year's Eve 

She's out of luck. 

Destiny Intervenes. 

The Wild West never died  

In the next-door dimension.  

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Blurb ~ 

HIS CLAIMED BRIDE, HAPPY NEW YEAR ON ANOTHER EARTH ~ A Flash Scene Novel ~ Out of work, Sylva decides to celebrate New Year's Eve in style. Destiny intervenes when an SUV speeds toward her. Splash she's in a mud puddle. Confused, Sylva sees a cowboy, his lasso swinging. ~ On the hunt for a bride, Zeke figures destiny is favoring him once he gets a good look at the woman. She's fallen right in his path. Given there's a shortage of marriageable women, Zeke throws his rope fast and true. 

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My Sexy Saturday ~ His Claimed Bride... courting his bride...

Sexy Saturday kisses, everyone. 

Two flashes from ~ 

 His Claimed Bride, Happy New Year On Another Earth

A Flash-Scene Erotic Romance Novel   

~37~

Sylva felt his male satisfaction at her words. She'd never been a woman who wanted to hurt a man just for the sport of it, as she'd seen done. Not to mention the stomach-nauseating stories her female co-workers told on themselves, on their friends. Still, if she had to, she would. Zeke was more than welcome to ramrod her pussy. He wasn't welcome to ramrod her into anything else she didn't want to do. Even if she was stuck in a parallel land as a stranger. Was she stuck here? "My bride," he rasped, his tone so loving, Sylva gasped. 

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Zeke roused himself at her startled gasp, enough to shift his weight off her. He rolled them on their sides, glad his bed was so large he had no concerns about the edge. She didn't resist, cuddling against him as he gathered her close. How did he woo her? She was right as rain. They didn't truly know each other, a fact he intended to remedy and darn quicker than a wild horse trying to escape his lasso. "It's the custom here." He paused, threading his fingers in the tumble of her hair. "For a man to court his bride."

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For more of My Sexy Saturday ~mysexysaturday.blogspot.com~

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On New Year's Eve

She's out of luck.

Destiny Intervenes.

The Wild West never died 

In the next-door dimension. 

HIS CLAIMED BRIDE, HAPPY NEW YEAR ON ANOTHER EARTH ~ A Flash Scene Novel ~ Out of work, Sylva decides to celebrate New Year's Eve in style. Destiny intervenes when an SUV speeds toward her. Splash she's in a mud puddle. Confused, Sylva sees a cowboy, his lasso swinging. ~ On the hunt for a bride, Zeke figures destiny is favoring him once he gets a good look at the woman. She's fallen right in his path. Given there's a shortage of marriageable women, Zeke throws his rope fast and true. 

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Amazon Kindle 

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My Sexy Saturday ~ His Claimed Bride... the hard lethal feel of her cowboy...

Sexy Saturday kisses, everyone. 

Two flashes from ~

 

His Claimed Bride, Happy New Year On Another Earth

A Flash-Scene Erotic Romance Novel   

~122~

Sylva realized somewhere inside her passion-drenched being, they were still in public. She didn't care. All she cared about was their fused and tangling lips, and the hard lethal feel of her cowboy. Damn, his cock had sprung to extra-large life. He swung her around as if they danced several times. "The booth," she panted against his mouth, "how close?" Sealing their lips again, he walked her backwards. She felt the heavy brocade drape against the back of her bare shoulders. His arm released her long enough to part the drapes. Urging her backwards, his splayed hands circled her back.

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Zeke had one thing on his mind. He wanted his bride. He wanted his loaded cocked sex-gun between her beautiful thighs. Right here. Right now. Unlocking their lusting mouths, he growled, "Sylva." She nipped his lips boldly. "No underwear," she breathlessly reminded, her hands passionately slipping over the width of his shoulders. Running his hands over the silky slippery gown, he felt the shape her butt and the tops of her thighs while moving her toward the half-moon, sumptuous divan. "I'm lifting that skirt of yours," he roughly purred as he began gathering up the satiny material. "Open your pussy."

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For more of My Sexy Saturday ~mysexysaturday.blogspot.com~

~~~~~~ 

On New Year's Eve

She's out of luck.

Destiny Intervenes.

The Wild West never died 

In the next-door dimension.

HIS CLAIMED BRIDE, HAPPY NEW YEAR ON ANOTHER EARTH ~ A Flash Scene Novel ~ Out of work, Sylva decides to celebrate New Year's Eve in style. Destiny intervenes when an SUV speeds toward her. Splash she's in a mud puddle. Confused, Sylva sees a cowboy, his lasso swinging. ~ On the hunt for a bride, Zeke figures destiny is favoring him once he gets a good look at the woman. She's fallen right in his path. Given there's a shortage of marriageable women, Zeke throws his rope fast and true. 

 

Available ~

Smashwords Premium Catalogue
Amazon Kindle 

All Romance Ebooks  

 

My Sexy Saturday ~ His Claimed Bride... heart-loving kiss

Sexy Saturday kisses, everyone. 

Seven sentences from ~ 

 

His Claimed Bride, Happy New Year On Another Earth

A Flash-Scene Erotic Romance Novel   

Zeke covered his woman's mouth with his, after the first heart-loving kiss they shared. He pressed more what he called 'dining kisses' to her lips and his 'prowess' welled up like fresh spring water. Lowering himself fast, he wrapped his arms around her, then rolled them so his Sylva sprawled on top of him. "Mine," he growled. Diving his hand into her hair, he cupped her head and brought their mouths together again. His wife's steamy all-too-willing kisses worked his lips over good, along with his libido. "Like what I'm doing to you?" she whispered, once their lungs demanded air. 

 ~~~~~~

For more of My Sexy Saturday ~mysexysaturday.blogspot.com~

~~~~~~ 

On New Year's Eve

She's out of luck.

Destiny Intervenes.

The Wild West never died 

In the next-door dimension. 

HIS CLAIMED BRIDE, HAPPY NEW YEAR ON ANOTHER EARTH ~ A Flash Scene Novel ~ Out of work, Sylva decides to celebrate New Year's Eve in style. Destiny intervenes when an SUV speeds toward her. Splash she's in a mud puddle. Confused, Sylva sees a cowboy, his lasso swinging. ~ On the hunt for a bride, Zeke figures destiny is favoring him once he gets a good look at the woman. She's fallen right in his path. Given there's a shortage of marriageable women, Zeke throws his rope fast and true.

Available ~

Smashwords Premium Catalogue
Amazon Kindle 

All Romance Ebooks  

My Sexy Saturday ~ His Claimed Bride

Sexy Saturday kisses, everyone. 

As I explained in a prior post, once upon a time I wrote an entire flash-scene novel, or 200 hundred words each day, as an experimental free read. Sylva and Zeke's love story began on New Year's Eve 2008. Originally, this paranormal erotic romance was titled: Happy Courtship on Another Earth. 
 
I decided to compile my flash-scene novel, about 160,875 words – give it a read-through, then Indie publish it in flash-scene form. The title is now: His Claimed Bride, Happy New Year On Another Earth. 
 
As I mentioned before, the fabulous 'perfect for the story' cover art was designed by erotic romance author, Serena Shay, one of our SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS authors.

Well, good news. HIS CLAIMED BRIDE has been Indie published. Details below.

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Here are SEVEN X-flash scenes, kissing included.


~21~

Sylva jerked her hand back as if she'd touched a hot stove. Only it was the scorch of their passion. Amazed, she watched him skillfully unstrap her high heels, his fingertips brushing a brand through her hose as he slipped them off each foot. "How hot are you, cowboy?" she crooned, utterly unlike herself. *Husband* – it rang through her mind until he looked up, his silvery eyes beaming intensely. "Zeke," he hoarsely prompted. "Hot enough to singe your eyebrows with one kiss." His small grin lit up his eyes, his hand slowly stroking up her leg. "Is that so, Zeke?"

~~~

Zeke circled caresses on her upper thigh, long and beautifully full beneath his palm. Her eyes glittered a dare. He also witnessed her filly-skittishness. Gradually leaning forward, he placed a kiss above her knee. One kiss at a time he moved upwards, fondling the generous curve of her thigh, then her luscious hip. Her soft yielding moan encouraged him, and he slid his palm up her other thigh, pressing kisses until he met the stiff fabric of her skirt. He embraced her haunches, stroked, then grazed his fingertips over the waistband of her strange hose. "Take them off," she murmured.

~22~

Sylva sparkled as if New Year's day fireworks soared inside her. Deciding she would live for today, she lifted her hips a bit as his work-rough hands smoothed down her pantyhose, gliding down her skin in a way that had her ready to swoon. "You didn't answer, Zeke," she provoked, astounded by how sultry her voice sounded. Deliberately he stroked down her shin, his pleasure obvious. "I don't want your eyebrows singed yet, darlin'. That's for later. I want you smoky and silky beneath me." With seductive care, he slipped her feet free of the pantyhose, his hands relishing her arches.

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Zeke caressed her little soft toes, letting his fingertips linger before stroking them away. "Oooh, a man with answers," she crooned, her shoulder rolling forward, teasing his eye. Standing, he unbuckled his gun belt and hung it within easy reach. Not wanting to make her shy away from him, he unbuttoned and slid off his vest, then sat beside her on the lounge. His cock ached a protest, fighting against his pants. Gently capturing the side of her face, he brushed his thumb over her flushed cheek. "What an impudent nose you have, my beautiful Sylva. Should I kiss it?"

~23~

Sylva leaned forward, her breasts throbbing, desperate for his attention. "Please." Breathless and sizzly inside with anticipation, she waited. Bending down to her nose, he kissed the tip tenderly. In what seemed like slow motion, he angled his head, touching her lips with his persuasively. Hope flickered, teasing her. Would being with him cause her agony? Or, maybe ... maybe ... had good fortune finally found her in the romance department? In another world? Answering his kiss, she felt like a seductress as she played her lips over his, tasting the firm shape. God, she loved kissing, even if her nipples begged.

~~~

Zeke patiently devoured her lips with kisses he invented just for her. Her mouth inspired them, playing his like a risque tune on a saloon piano. Claiming the back of her sweet neck, he stroked his thumb over the silken flesh of her throat. Knowing their marriage began this night, and would always be influenced by their first time together, he kept his 'cocked' shotgun holstered, for now. Just for her. She was so beautiful, his Sylva, he wondered how he could ever say no to her. Zeke caressed along her shoulder, his thumb grazing the swell of her breast.

~24~

Sylva nipped his lower lip with her lips. Her breath a storm raging inside her, she whispered, "Zeke, please, handle my breasts." Immediately his rough, oh-so masculine hands caressed over her back. His kisses trailed along her jaw as he smoothly unzipped her bodice, freeing her. Daring herself, Sylva reached out sliding her hand along his thighs. She molded magnificent sinew and muscle. "Yes," she murmured. His wonderful kisses followed the length of her neck and he eased the bodice farther away from her swollen needy breasts. The chill of the air rushed over her nipples. "Oh, please," she pleaded.

~~~

Zeke lurched inside like a wild stallion, toward her. Mentally, he lassoed himself, tugging the rope taut. So far, she wanted him. Angels above stop him, he wasn't doing anything to change that. Dang, she tasted sweeter than roses and honey, with her own female spice that tempted him to launch himself on top of her – ravish her until she couldn't move. He already knew she'd be a perfect fit in his bed, beneath him – held in his arms as they slept and dreamed together. Her little hand on his thigh sent another bolt of need straight to his cock.

~25~

Sylva yearned as she never had. His kisses hungrily feasted on the upper curves of her breasts. Reluctant to let go of his thigh, still, she leaned back, arching her nipples toward his mouth. Masterfully shoving her party dress down to her hips, Zeke slid his hand beneath her breasts, their heaviness cradled in his palms. God, she loved the way her softness felt against his roughened hands. She loved the way he kissed her, wooing her body, just as he wooed her emotions, her desire for him. "Zeke, please kiss my nipples." Feeling naughty, Sylva thrust to his mouth.

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Zeke lifted the creamy confection of her breasts beneath his lips. He pressed a full kiss to the tip of her strawberry nipple, lingering before he kissed her other blatant nipple, pleading and growing with ripeness beneath his lips. Already he missed her touch on his thigh, even though he held her passionate femininity in his hands. He'd bet his year's earnings, she was the type of woman who could be sweet, willing as pie – but, if handled with a wrong rein, she'd lash out at him, fierce and untamed. He surely liked that possibility. For now, he'd gentle her.

~26~

Sylva trembled uncontrollably as he strongly pulled her nipple inside the warmth of his mouth. Still fondling the underswell of her breasts, he suckled in a manner that had her sex dripping, and her belly warming, then simmering. "Harder," she encouraged, when he nuzzled her other nipple. Latching on, he tugged with more force while scraping this thumbnail back and forth over her huge wet nipple. Sylva moaned loudly, her loins flooding with molten desperate need. "Yes." Squeezing her shoulder blades together, and dropping her head back, she offered her breasts completely. She heard his primal groan. She felt it.

~~~

Zeke wallowed in the taste and rigid texture of her bud-plump teats. She was perfect for suckling, a pleasure he intended pursuing often in their privacy together. As he handled her, the pillow softness and shape of her breasts drove him crazy – like a bull in a field of loco weed. She was his bride. Even if she didn't have a damn sweet clue what that meant in his world. She'd learn. No matter how many times he had to rope her, or tan her voluptuous ass before he rode between her creamy thighs. Now, heaven was her thrust nipple.

~27~

Sylva was caught on the edge of ecstasy, her entire body ... not merely her sex bits – especially as he fondled her breasts more vigorously. His teeth gently captured her bliss-aching nipple, tugging and releasing, over and over. She moaned, clenched her eyelids tightly. And wanted more. The desire to feel her skin against his exploded inside her. Leaning forward, looping her arms around his neck, she flowed her hands into the springy thickness of his hair. Embracing the back of his head, she whispered, "Please, make me naked." Sylva kissed his forehead, inhaling his outdoors' scent, his raw male smell.

~~~

Zeke sucked her nipple taut into his mouth, caressing downward. Feeling her darling little waist beneath his hands, he paused, stroking. He eased her short sassy dress over her breeding hips, so lovely in the embrace of his hands. He reveled in the shape, then shoved the dress down her thighs. Keeping her teat deep in his mouth, he slid the bunched material down her calves. After molding the curve of her leg, he gripped the stiff skirt material, pulling it from her feet. "Time to mount up, cowboy," she murmured provocatively. Her lips brushed his earlobe several times. "Zeke."

~28~

Sylva let the weight of her hand languidly slide down his chest, over the slick texture of his shirt. Feeling like a bad girl, she brushed her palm over his large jutting cock's head. She cupped for a moment, sensually enjoying the warmth of his leather pants, caused by his arousal. For her. Intending to stroke down the length of his manhood, she slipped her hand downward. Instantly, his hand softly manacled her wrist, halting her. "Cocked to shoot," he rasped. He brought her hand up to his shoulder, placed his arm beneath her legs, lifting her into his arms.

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Zeke could barely believe the dream of her in his arms. Carrying her to his bed, he laid her on the quilted satin spread. Straightening, he drank in her naked beauty with his gaze, a man dying of thirst. He shed his shirt in record time. Opening his pants, he groaned as his cock fell free, heavy, and aiming toward her. After shoving off his pants, he tossed them aside, then studied her face. Her eyes were sky-hazy with passion as she ran her gaze over him. With a stallion's pride, he noted her approval. He also noticed her hesitancy.

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For more of My Sexy Saturday ~mysexysaturday.blogspot.com~

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On New Year's Eve

She's out of luck.

Destiny Intervenes.

The Wild West never died 

In the next-door dimension.

HIS CLAIMED BRIDE, HAPPY NEW YEAR ON ANOTHER EARTH ~ A Flash Scene Novel ~ Out of work, Sylva decides to celebrate New Year's Eve in style. Destiny intervenes when an SUV speeds toward her. Splash she's in a mud puddle. Confused, Sylva sees a cowboy, his lasso swinging. ~ On the hunt for a bride, Zeke figures destiny is favoring him once he gets a good look at the woman. She's fallen right in his path. Given there's a shortage of marriageable women, Zeke throws his rope fast and true.
Available ~

Smashwords Premium Catalogue
Amazon Kindle
Coming soon to All Romance Ebooks 

My Sexy Saturday ~ His Claimed Bride, Happy New Year On Another Earth

Sexy Saturday kisses, everyone. Hope the New Year is treating you right.

Once upon a time I wrote an entire flash-scene novel, or 200 hundred words each day, as an experimental free read. Sylva and Zeke's love story began on New Year's Eve 2008. Originally, this paranormal erotic romance was titled: Happy Courtship on Another Earth.

With the new year upon me, I decided to compile my flash-scene novel, about 160,000 words – give it a read-through, then Indie publish it in flash-scene form. I've changed the title to: His Claimed Bride, Happy New Year On Another Earth.

The fabulous 'perfect for the story' cover art was designed by erotic romance author, Serena Shay, one of our SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS authors. Ain't it just too lovely?!

I haven't completed the read-through quite yet. And, of course, a bit of revision is happening. However, most of the necessary formatting has been completed. So, I'm *hoping* to have HIS CLAIMED BRIDE available soon.

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In the meantime, here are SEVEN flash scenes from HIS CLAIMED BRIDE. Sylva and Zeke are in a large sunken whirly tub, as they call it on his Earth.

~504~

Sylva pulled her foot from Zeke's hands, then lifted his 'big' buoyant foot onto her lap. "I love how you talk to me, cowboy." Massaging his upper foot, she watched him ease back and relax. Still, his gaze felt like fire on her skin. "It's a wonder we're not steaming up the place," she teased, yet a part of her did wonder. The intensity of his gaze didn't lessen, and he gave her a half grin. "It's all in the air, darlin'. Got a system here that removes some of the moisture and turns it into an internal water system." 

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Zeke watched his woman's face light up with curiosity. Damn, if she didn't have the best little hands. "We don't have to rely on an outside source," he continued. His Sylva studied him a moment. "You mean like a giant de-humidifier?" Nodding, Zeke figured he might as well keep talking before he grabbed her and commenced with a full-on seduction. "Yep, like that. Everything at the Center is designed to function no matter what takes place on the outside. It was first built as a refuge, but changed into a security compound where problems like Coon and Snake are handled." 

~505~

Sylva felt her thoughts bounce back and forth like a tennis ball. Considering them as she stroked and manipulated her cowboy's arch, it hit her what she felt – realized at her deepest core. "Your Earth makes sense, cowboy. I mean ..." Taking a long breath, she continued, "I mean from what I know, so far. The way things are on my Earth, it didn't make any sense – if you look at it. Everything felt out of sync ... as if it was artificially manipulated. I mean how can you have advanced computer tech and oil-based energy at the same time?" Sylva sighed. 

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Zeke basked in his woman's massage while weighing her words. "What do you mean by oil-based energy? Are you talkin' about vegetable matter fuels or a petroleum fuel?" She eyed him speculatively. "Petroleum. Cars or vehicles that run on gasoline." Zeke stared in disbelief for a moment. "That is a primitive use for black gold." His Sylva smiled for an instant, lighting up his world. "Black gold, Texas Tea ... my mom used to say that, or sorta sing it. It was from an old TV series called the 'Beverly Hillbillies'." Zeke surely enjoyed his bride's lightheartedness. Still, she was troubled. 

~506~

Sylva used her thumbs to massage her cowboy's heels, somewhat roughened by his working lifestyle, no doubt. "Black gold," she repeated. "What did you, or do you use it for now?" Zeke made a lazy pass through the water with his arm, his gaze on her face. "We never used it to fuel autos. At first, what was found in pools above ground was used like grease. Later, medicinal properties were found and developed. For a short time it fueled large outdoor lamps. These days it's used to create various types of extra durable plastic containers for long distance shipping." 

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Zeke gently removed his foot and offered his other foot. "I'm gonna have to kiss those sweet hands of yours, darlin'. I don't think my foot ever felt this good." She smiled at him with such brilliance, with such true appreciation of his words, Zeke's insides jerked, and his heart hammered with just plain feelin' good. He surely didn't understand a version of Earth where women weren't cherished. Course, he realized since there was a shortage of women on his Earth that shined the sun on ladies more. Still, in times prior, the abundance of women hadn't lessened their value. 

~507~

Sylva pressed her knuckles on Zeke's arch and slid them upward over several acupressure points. Damn, if it didn't feel good to work on a man who truly seemed to appreciate her efforts. Not to mention his foot felt oh-so-sexy and dammit, virile. "Those are some talented knuckles you have, darlin' mine. But don't you go expendin' too much energy." A sense of alarm struck Sylva's middle. "Oops, am I pressing too hard, tenderfoot?" She'd said it lightly, yet ..."You're pressing too darn right, wife. I'm gettin' spoiled. And, I mean it about your energy. Don't want my woman overdoing." 

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Zeke recognized sheer talent when it was used on his foot. His beautiful Sylva had a real natural way of healing. Not only did she press all the right spots, but he zinged with her healing energy, clear up to the crown of his head. Course, he figured it all worked together with her psychic abilities. Gently pulling his foot from her before she spent any more energy on him, Zeke straightened some, then lazily motioned. "Come on over here, darlin' mine. I think I need a kiss from those sweet lips of yours." She smiled naughtily. "If you insist." 

~508~

Sylva felt deliciously sleek as she moved to Zeke, then floated into his embrace. Their lips met with leisurely passion, and his kiss sweltered through her. The command of his mouth on hers sent raw jolts to her sex mound. "Zeke," she murmured once he released her lips. "Sylva darlin'." He hugged her close against his chest. The strength of his arm around her shoulder, the way he held her, not only upped her desire several notches, but made her feel wanted. Truly wanted. Sylva smoothed caresses over his beefy shoulder, the slickness of his skin wonderfully sensual. "Mmmm ... cowboy." 

~~~

Zeke felt contentment and a raging fire deep in his loins. Part of him just wanted to hang onto his precious wife and indulge in the pleasures of relaxing with her. But, shoot the moon, part of him wanted his cock buried in her as he rode her into their shared oblivion. For now, he figured he'd continue with the relaxin' while doin' some wooing. Lowering his head he sought the sexy spunk of her soft lips. His Sylva obliged, planting her mouth on his, and giving him kiss for kiss. Soon the sound of their sliding smooching mouths dominated. 

~509~

Sylva separated their bodies just enough to slide strokes over her hunk-exceptional husband. The fierce slow clinging of their lips had her ready to mount up while, at that same time, she reveled in the way her cowboy's mouth took hers over and over again. "Zeke," she finally purred, once their kisses tenderly concluded. "Why don't you get me out of here and rock me to sleep with that big bold cock of yours." Quicker than she could imagine, he rolled and gained his feet. Grasping her waist, Zeke effortlessly lifted her onto the ledge, then leapt up beside her. 

~~~

Zeke grabbed a drying cloth with one hand and held onto his bride with the other. Sweeping it around her, he picked her up, carrying her to a glass-molded bench. He lowered Sylva onto it and made certain she settled before whipping around for a drying cloth. He surely hoped their sleeping area was prepared. His experience with the Center was minimal, though, he reckoned it was run dang well from all he'd heard, and knew. Giving himself a fast once over, Zeke tied the cloth around his middle. His Sylva dried herself off with a sensual grace he devoured. 

~510~

Sylva wondered that the moisture didn't just evaporate off her skin from the way Zeke looked at her. She was pure steam inside. Course, the sexy way he'd slung the towel around him only added to her steaminess. Giving him a come-hither smile, she bent over and squeezed the water from her hair. "Come on over here, sweet darlin'," Zeke opened his arm, "let's finish dryin' in the unit." Winding the towel around her out of habit, Sylva entered his embrace. "I'm still getting used to all the different technologies you have here. I think it's gonna take me awhile." 

~~~

Zeke moved them to the unit that would cleanse them further and remove the excess water. "I'm thinkin', Sylva mine, you'll adjust quick once you get the feel of our world." Zeke stripped off their cloths, then ushered her inside the cylindrical unit. "Oooh, this looks like a hollow column of ice," she murmured, as he pressed the panel settings. Breezes of ionic energy whirled around them, while light that simulated the sun streamed down on them, removing any harmful microbes. Wrapping his arms around his woman, Zeke hugged her, then rocked her. They fondled each other with their gazes.
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Have a sexy magical week ~

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance