Celeste's life was happy, if slightly boring. She wrote her romance novels and enjoyed quietly revolting against her upper-crust family. Until the construction started next door.
Bill's life was full. Full of activity, friends and intrigue. The only thing missing was a special someone to share it all with.
Could a shy, frustrated romance novelist and a motorcycle-riding, construction-working, cowboy find a common ground to build on? Could they overcome their differences as well as the dangers and challenges others threw in their way?
She lifted her leg slightly and pressed against his trapped erection. Celeste delighted in the feel of him rocking against her. They moved together. Each pushed the other closer to the close explosive conclusion. The wonderful explosion that had built and lingered just below the surface, ever since the moment she'd pulled the door open to find him on her threshold.
Breath was only able to come in short gasps. Celeste's back arched as the first wave rushed over her. Her fingers dug into his solid back and she rode his leg as her body spasmed uncontrollably. He released her breasts. His hands forced their way under her ass and pressed her harder onto him. With his face buried in her neck, he kissed, sucked and bit the tender flesh as he rode the waves with her. This was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. To have a raging orgasm crash through her, with most of her clothes still firmly in place, was something she'd thought impossible--an urban legend--a fantastic fantasy--until then.
As her stomach relaxed, their mouths found each other with the same intense heat as before.
Celeste continued to move slowly under him as her hands stroked his back and around his sides. She forced them between their bodies. As her fingers fought with the button and zipper holding his jeans tight against his body, he moaned into her mouth and lifted slightly. Bill pushed up to look into her glazed eyes as she reached inside the denim for his hard, pulsating cock.
"Are you sure?" he asked huskily.
"Oh my god, yes. Take them off, please take them off."
Bill pulled away from her, to kneel at the edge of the couch and lowered his lips to her still quivering belly. He licked and kissed his way down to the top of her jeans as his fingers released the button there.
She held his face with shaky fingers, forced him to look at her. "I meant yours."
"Yeah, I know, but I guess I'm just a greedy kind of guy. I want more of you, first."
With a very selfish smile, she lifted her hips so he could slide the soft, well-worn denim down, Celeste purred, "If you insist."
He pulled the jeans down her long shapely legs, threw them to the floor and kissed the pale flesh on the inside of her thigh.
Celeste felt his cheek press against the wet crotch of her panties and knew that he must feel the heat there. She watched as he moved up, grasped the silky material of her panties in his teeth and began to pull them down.