Excerpted from "Sex in the Romance: A Review of Romantic Encounters of the Close Kind".

(copyright John L. Ferri 1994, jlferri@epix.net)

Love Scene Excerpts

His Royal Pleasure.

Leanne Banks. p144-150. 15 points.

He jerked. She felt his breath stop, and something deep inside her bloomed making her bold. Katherine eased her hands down his belly to his bulging erection and cupped him through his jeans. "I want all of you this time Alex," she whispered in a voice she nearly didn't recognize as her own. "Everything you've got to give me."

"Wider," he murmured, pushing her thighs apart. The secrets of her femininity lay bare in front of him, the sweet scent of her arousal filled his head. He rubbed one finger down the center of her, circling the exposed bead, then plunging into her glistening moistness.

She arched against him reaching for him. "I want to touch you." He moved slightly to grant her access, and her hands slipped around him, adoring him with her touch.

Katherine rocked beneath him sensing his reticence. Even in the midst of his need she felt the tenderness in his restraint, and it brought tears to her eyes. But the sensation of his fullness rubbing inside was like a hot wire against her nerve ends. He would give her what she needed. She was sure of it. The certainty gave her the freedom to take.

"Oh, my God," he muttered hoarsely. She kissed him, an openmouthed invitation that he took. Every movement was pulling at her, dragging her closer. Every shift gave a breathtaking hint of mindless ecstasy that seemed to grow with each second. She shuddered and clutched his shoulders for strength, losing herself with each thrust of his tongue and each pumping caress from his manhood.

He mastered her mouth and her body until she was weeping with it. He murmured brokenly in French, and her arousal gushed through her like a tidal wave, a solid wall of incredible pleasure that took her past the point of return. Ripples of ecstasy flooded through her, changing her, making her indelibly his.

Distantly, Alex heard her cries, and they touched him as nothing ever had. He felt the first rush and jerked. His blood roared through his veins like wildfire, burning and stinging. He buried his face in her shoulder and muffed his shout. Then, surrendering to the longest, hottest release of his life, he joined Katherine in a world where he'd never been.

It took a while for him to find himself again.

His Royal Pleasure.

Leanne Banks. p103-112. 14 points.

"Oh !", Katherine gasped when his mouth found her breast. She slid her fingers through his hair, needing something to hold on to. He suckled her nipples until they were wet, stiff, and sensitive, and she felt the caress in her blood, his need in her heart.

"I like the way your eyes glaze when I touch your breast. I like the way your breast tastes and feels in my mouth." He dropped his hand to one nipple and thumbed it in a lazy motion that made her thighs clench together.

His mouth touched her intimately, sipping and stroking as if she were a tender bud ready to bloom. She was so swollen she felt she was going to burst. She could barely breathe.

"Give me all of you, Katherine," he coaxed, his voice low. "All of you in my mouth. Then he touched her again. His tongue was tenderly persistent. His mouth was ruthlessly pleasure-giving.

Her blood roared through her veins as if it were jet-propelled. She arched off the ground, crying out his name. And her whole body convulsed into a chain of spasms within and without. One ended, and the next began, and the next.

When she wrapped her small but capable hand around him and stroked, he saw stars, and he knew there were none out tonight. He let out his breath in a long, uneven hiss.

Her thumb rubbed the tip, spreading a drop of his arousal and causing more. Just as he opened his mouth to tell her to stop, Katherine gave him a French kiss so erotic there wasn't a rating for it. She slid her velvety tongue in and out of his mouth while she milked his throbbing shaft with her hand.

It was too much. She was too good. He couldn't stop. He jerked. He thrust then spilled himself into her hand.

Then Comes Marriage.

Bonnie Pega. p173-181. 13 points.

There wasn't an inch of her that he didn't taste -- from the base of her throat to the curve of her waist to the backs of her knees to her candyapple-red toenails. And when he finally tasted the already damp petals of her womanhood, she tangled her fingers in his hair and arched her hips as the tremors of ecstasy shook her body. He felt each spasm as acutely as if she were connected to him.

As their bodies moved together he was rocked to his very soul at the intensity of the feelings that swept through him -- feelings that were by turns shaky, sure, gentle, savage, generous, greedy. With the last shreds of his self-control, he held on until he felt more tremors shake her body. Then he plunged deep and buried his face in her neck.

"Oh God Libby," he groaned over and over as the lightning bolts of fulfillment shot through him. And as they clung together in the midst of spiraling fireworks, he found words welling up from inside -- words he didn't know had been lying in wait. "I love you, baby. I love you."

His Royal Pleasure.

Leanne Banks. p167-172. 12 points.

His tongue penetrated her moistness; his mouth sucked her tongue into his. He kissed her until she was achy, breathless and clinging to him.

She pushed his jeans down his hips and cupped him with her hands.

He swore. "Katherine---"

She shook her head. "No. You started this." She wrapped her hand around his full, throbbing erection and started stroking.

He grabbed her hands and stopped her, his chest heaving.

But Katherine felt desperate. She put her mouth against that heaving chest and licked his nipple.

Her warm mouth was on his chest again, with her hands sweet and teasing over his aching shaft. She pulled his head down and scorched him with an explicit come-and-get-me kiss.

He opened his mouth to assure her that forgetting was impossible, but then she touched him with her lips.

A drop of his essence slipped out, and she licked it with her tongue. His heart went wild. He watched her warm, avid mouth on him and tried to choke out a curse, but his voice wasn't working. She alternately cupped and stroked and licked him until he cried out and roughly pulled her up his body.

Fanta C.

Sandra Brown. p181-88. 11 points.

She moaned, first in outrage, then in helpless surrender, as his tongue slid in and out of her mouth in so sexual a cadence she felt her bones melting.

He recognized her capitulation within a heartbeat. His tongue ceased to be a plunderer and became a lover, stroking her mouth to ecstasy. By slow degrees, her struggles ceased, her body relaxed and became pliant, molding itself to his, reshaping itself to fit his steely contours.

His parted lips followed the curve of her breast. Then he lifted his head and visually devoured her nakedness. He cupped one breast in his hand and played with the dusky crest until it became stiff. Growling with gratification, he ducked his head and whisked it with his tongue, again and again, until Elizabeth clung to him for support.

He raised her hand to his lips and kissed the palm, then carried it down to his sex. He acquainted her with the dimension, the power and strength, of his desire for her.

He stared deeply into her eyes, searching for signs of mendacity, but saw only leaping arcs of desire. He impressed a hungry, twisting kiss on her receptive mouth. His sex became even fuller within her caressing grasp. He nudged her knees apart and settled himself heavily within the cradle of her thighs.

In one long, slow plunge, he imbedded himself between the stretching walls of her body. Elizabeth, thrilled with his magnificent strength, brought her knees up to accommodate him. He moaned with supreme satisfaction and buried his face in the perfumed cloud of her hair which was spread out on the pillow.

Though it seemed impossible, he delved deeper into her with each rhythmic push. She felt those supple contractions against her hands which greedily drew him closer, higher. He kissed her ears, her throat, and, as his thrusts accelerated, her mouth.

After several moments she clasped his head and held it away from her. Her breath was choppy; her flushed breasts rose and fell with each shallow pant. "You don't have to wait on me, Thad."

He looked surprised, then smiled tenderly. "Yes I do."

"No, really. You don't have to do that for me."

"I'm not," he said hoarsely. "I'm doing it for me."

She gave a joyful little gasp when he slid his splayed hands beneath her hips. He rubbed his face against her nipples, once, twice, letting her feel his cheeks, chin, nose, and tongue against them.

With his next deep thrust, her neck involuntarily arched and she lost herself in this splendid mating rite. Her hips responded to his clenching fingers. She ground her body against his, wanting more, always more.

And when she was seized by a rush of sensation so intense she couldn't contain it, she bit her lower lip to hold back a scream of pleasure. The immensity of it was compounded when she felt, deep inside her the staccato spasms of his release.

Neither knew if it was seconds, minutes, or eons that they lay in a state of complete exhaustion. Thad was the first to move. He propped himself on one elbow and gazed down at her.

"You're beautiful," he said, still breathing unevenly.

"You think so?"

"Oh, yeah " he drawled, smiling and nodding his head.

Trouble in Paradise.

Susan Connell. p125-9. 10 points.

"We could be closer," she whispered.

"Much closer," he agreed, stirring the golden curls between them while he looked into her eyes. They were bright with desire and wide with expectation. Her parted lips strayed over his but when he slid his finger inside her, she plunged her tongue deeply into his mouth. They stroked each other to a primal beat. Gently. Thoughtfully. Thoroughly. The air around them crackled as their storm of passion threatened to bring them down. When he eased in a second finger, she lifted her mouth from his and made the most exquisite sounds he'd ever heard. He felt her knee beginning to buckle, and he knew his wouldn't be far behind. Lifting: his mouth from hers, he offered her his throat as he fought for more oxygen.

"We can do this standing. Or we can do it lying down. We just have to do it soon."

Working his way along her body, he circled her navel with his wet tongue before continuing down. When his breath touched her thigh, a tremor of desire shook her. A few capable strokes, then a firecracker of pleasure was what she had expected but he was taking her a whole new way to paradise -- a long, secret way, exploring her with his lips and tongue. She hadn't anticipated this forbidden pleasure. This wild, intimate kiss she'd only heard about. In a series of gentle caresses. Reilly had her shifting restlessly beneath his attentions.

"Reilly, that feels . . . incredible."

Sinking her fingers through his hair, she wanted to hold him there. She also wanted more of him. All of him. "Come inside me," she whispered fervently as she fought the encroaching ecstasy with everything she had. But with a flick of his tongue the victory was his. Gripping his shoulders, she raised her hips in glorious surrender to the first wild wave of pleasure.

Lifting himself over her, he entered her on the second wave. Instinct had her wrapping her legs around him, and they held on to each other as if the world would burst apart if they let go. Crying out as one, they soared over the edge and all the way to the far side of paradise.

Even in the aftermath he wouldn't let go. Rolling to his side, he brought her with him, kissing her with untamed joy.

As she drifted down from the heights of ecstasy, she whispered, "Reilly, I never knew . . . I never knew."

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