Revealing the Diane Collier Erotic Romance Collection by Diane Collier Page A
Authors: Diane Collier
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sounded annoyed. “Anyway, it’s late now and I’m tired. Help me pull this bed out please.” She got to her feet and Brett helped her pull out the bed. It had grown cooler as it had gotten darker and he grabbed the pillows and some extra blankets from the cupboard and tossed them onto the bed. “You can sleep there,” she pointed to the other side of the bed, giving him permission to share with her. “I’m sure you’ll be able to control yourself.” The last comment smacked of sarcasm and she stalked to the bathroom to brush her teeth and get her pajamas on.
Brett went in after her and when he came out wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, she’d turned off the light and was already under the covers. She had her back to him as he climbed into the bed and when he whispered good night, she ignored him. He heaved a sigh and lay on his back, looking at the stars outside through a crack in the curtain. It was cool in the cabin, but not cold enough for a fire so the room was almost in total darkness.
Brett woke up a few hours later, surprised that he’d fallen asleep. He was lying against Julia’s back, his arms around her. Her backside was pressed tightly against his groin and he was cupping one of her breasts in his hand. Her breathing was deep and slow, indicating that she was still asleep. He slowly removed his palm from her breast, instantly missing the contact and wishing he hadn’t moved.
He tried to move back to his side of the bed, but she kept scooting closer until she mumbled, “’s cold. I’m freezing in here.”
“Want another blanket?” he offered in a whisper.
“No.” He could hardly hear her, she spoke so quietly. “Just hold me.”
Brett sighed then, but moved back. He put his arms around her again and she wiggled until she was pressed against him. He tucked the blanket around her, under her chin, and waited for her to doze off. Unfortunately for him, her wiggling had caused his penis to spring to life again. Nestled against her backside, he lay there, trying his hardest not to move, hoping she wasn’t aware of his erection.
“You okay?” she finally whispered.
“Not really,” he answered with a wry grin.
Without speaking again, knowing that Brett would try and dissuade her, Julia reached behind her and slipped her hand inside his shorts and cupped her hand over his groin. His shaft was thick and hard in her hand, almost pulsing. As she moved her hand slowly up and down, stroking him, he groaned into her hair.
“You’re killing me.”
“No, let me do this. I want to,” she whispered.
Brett couldn’t help but give in to her. He’d been on edge the whole day, frustrated and hard, and now he sought release.
“So good,” he mumbled, his blood pulsing in his ears.
Julia shifted around so that she was lying facing him and used her other hand to pull his shorts lower. She glanced at him, bathed in a shaft of moonlight. His eyes were closed but the look of sheer bliss on his face spoke volumes. She wiggled down under the covers and took him into her mouth. Brett’s hand was on the back of her head, tangled softly in her silky hair as she bobbed up and down.
“Not gonna take long,” he managed to get out, breathing harshly, as if he’d just run a mile or two.
Her hand was moving on him, in tandem with her mouth and when she felt him tensing up, she was ready for it. His orgasm ripped through him, pulse after pulse spurting deep into her mouth. Julia welcomed it, relishing finally getting to taste his essence.
When she surfaced from the blankets, her face was flushed, but she was smiling at him. “Better now?” she asked sweetly.
He groaned loudly. “Not even close.” He took her hand and placed it over himself again. He was growing harder already, even surprising himself.
Julia knelt in the bed beside him and without breaking eye contact, she undid the buttons of her top and slid it off her shoulders. Even though he’d spent the better part of the day looking at
Brett went in after her and when he came out wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, she’d turned off the light and was already under the covers. She had her back to him as he climbed into the bed and when he whispered good night, she ignored him. He heaved a sigh and lay on his back, looking at the stars outside through a crack in the curtain. It was cool in the cabin, but not cold enough for a fire so the room was almost in total darkness.
Brett woke up a few hours later, surprised that he’d fallen asleep. He was lying against Julia’s back, his arms around her. Her backside was pressed tightly against his groin and he was cupping one of her breasts in his hand. Her breathing was deep and slow, indicating that she was still asleep. He slowly removed his palm from her breast, instantly missing the contact and wishing he hadn’t moved.
He tried to move back to his side of the bed, but she kept scooting closer until she mumbled, “’s cold. I’m freezing in here.”
“Want another blanket?” he offered in a whisper.
“No.” He could hardly hear her, she spoke so quietly. “Just hold me.”
Brett sighed then, but moved back. He put his arms around her again and she wiggled until she was pressed against him. He tucked the blanket around her, under her chin, and waited for her to doze off. Unfortunately for him, her wiggling had caused his penis to spring to life again. Nestled against her backside, he lay there, trying his hardest not to move, hoping she wasn’t aware of his erection.
“You okay?” she finally whispered.
“Not really,” he answered with a wry grin.
Without speaking again, knowing that Brett would try and dissuade her, Julia reached behind her and slipped her hand inside his shorts and cupped her hand over his groin. His shaft was thick and hard in her hand, almost pulsing. As she moved her hand slowly up and down, stroking him, he groaned into her hair.
“You’re killing me.”
“No, let me do this. I want to,” she whispered.
Brett couldn’t help but give in to her. He’d been on edge the whole day, frustrated and hard, and now he sought release.
“So good,” he mumbled, his blood pulsing in his ears.
Julia shifted around so that she was lying facing him and used her other hand to pull his shorts lower. She glanced at him, bathed in a shaft of moonlight. His eyes were closed but the look of sheer bliss on his face spoke volumes. She wiggled down under the covers and took him into her mouth. Brett’s hand was on the back of her head, tangled softly in her silky hair as she bobbed up and down.
“Not gonna take long,” he managed to get out, breathing harshly, as if he’d just run a mile or two.
Her hand was moving on him, in tandem with her mouth and when she felt him tensing up, she was ready for it. His orgasm ripped through him, pulse after pulse spurting deep into her mouth. Julia welcomed it, relishing finally getting to taste his essence.
When she surfaced from the blankets, her face was flushed, but she was smiling at him. “Better now?” she asked sweetly.
He groaned loudly. “Not even close.” He took her hand and placed it over himself again. He was growing harder already, even surprising himself.
Julia knelt in the bed beside him and without breaking eye contact, she undid the buttons of her top and slid it off her shoulders. Even though he’d spent the better part of the day looking at
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