Del Fantasma: Silk Panties - Contemporary Paranormal BBW Erotic Romance
Ingredients
1/2 oz Peach Schnapps
1 1/2 oz Vodka
1 Sexy woman with a penchant for silk
Lisa Bradenton is breaking out of her shell. What better way to take a walk on the wild-one-night-stand-side than a visit to the infamous Del Fantasma? At the urging of her friends, Lisa goes to the bar with the hopes of finding a lover to take her mind off her ex-boyfriend. Soon after walking through the doors she’s overwhelmed by the sexy bartender who has a quick smile, sexy eyes and deep rumbling voice. He is definitely one-night stand material. Definitely.
Jonathan and his inner beast crave the sexy, sultry and curvy siren’s touch. A smile and good conversation aren’t enough for him. Even after he’s gotten her in his bed, he still craves everything about the seductress. Her looks reeled him in, but her uncertainty and open nature snare him forever. But after one night of bliss, she disappears. What the hell is he supposed to do now? Lisa is his mate and without her, he’s lost.
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Excerpt #1
I can do this, right? Right. It’s one night. Look out world, Lisa Bradenton is breaking out. Boom! There, the shell of her former self was gone and in its place was a vivacious bombshell just waiting to get it on with a hunky guy. For one night only.
Her hands, unfortunately, weren’t on the same page as her thoughts. They were sweating and clammy, and absolutely refused to release the steering wheel of her car as if they had a mind of their own. This had seemed like a good idea as she got dressed for the evening. Now, after she’d made the hour-long journey, here she sat having doubts.
“Break out of your shell!” they’d said. “Live a little!”
“The only way you’ll get over him is to have a quick, no-strings-attached fuck. And Cody? Cody knows how to hook ya up with someone who will rock your world. Guar-an-teed.” That had been Rochelle. But what sealed the deal were three little words: We dare you. Lisa had agreed her friends were right about needing to live it up a little. As soon as the words were out of her mouth, off they went, planning her little night out all the way down to her pink silk panties. Gah! She was a heifer! What did she need with silk panties? It didn’t matter; her friends had decided she’d be wearing the skimpy panties so that’s what she wore.
The one thing she needed to help her get over her ex was a roll in the hay with a hottie. Then her ex would be out of her system and she could move on. The only problem with the plan was that she’d never been a one-night-stand kind of girl. Like, ever.
Her first and only lover had been her ex, Mick. Or, Mick-the-dick as Rochelle called him. Rochelle always did have a way with words, and her assessment of Lisa’s ex had been spot on. Mick was a dick. Lisa also found out, after a recent and rather enlightening conversation with Ro, that not only was he a dick, he had a small one to boot!
How was she to know? She’d never been with another lover and never even peeked at Playgirl. Until she’d had enough of Mick’s cheating, she’d never even thought of being with another man. Now, six months after their break-up, she was sitting outside Del Fantasma, psyching herself up to go inside and pick up a one-night-stand.
Lisa’s cell phone rang and she dug through her purse, searching for the ringing offender. “Hello?”
“Get out of the car.” Rochelle.
“How do you know I’m still in the car? I could be freaking a hunky man right now for all you know.”
Rochelle snorted into the phone. “Baby, if you were fucking a hunky man, you sure as hell wouldn’t be answering the phone. Besides, I know you remember? I know that you’re sitting in your car, psyching yourself up to go in there. So, go already! You look hot! What’s the problem?”
The problem? Ro wanted to know the problem? Well, she’d never done anything like this before, for one. And two, she’d only ever had sex with Mick. He obviously wasn’t happy with her performance since he cheated on her. What if she sucked at it? “Why couldn’t you guys come with me? I can wait here while you drive over¾”
“No. This is about you getting a grip on your life and what you want. This is not about hiding behind the group. Mick pushed you into the shadows with his insults and controlling behavior. We’re pushing you back out. Get. Out. Of. The. Car. Go and find some one-time lover that thinks you’re the hottest thing on two legs and get the Dick out of your head, once and for all. Cody knows you’re coming in tonight and promises to keep an eye on you so you don’t end up with a freak that’s too freaky. Get going!”
Good Lord, the owner of the bar knew she was coming in and looking for loving. Could she be any more embarrassed?
Rochelle was right. Crude, but right none the less. Plus, it made her feel a little better that the owner of the bar, Cody, was a friend of Ro’s and he’d make sure she didn’t end up with a total nut-job. Sighing, she let her head drop back to the headrest and closed her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled it slowly through her mouth before responding to her friend. “You’re right. I’m doing it. I’ll call you guys in the morning.”
“You go girl!”
Laughing, she clicked the phone shut and put it back in her purse, double-checking to make sure she had the essentials: lipstick, keys, and condoms. Lisa scrambled from the car before she had a chance to second-guess herself, again.
Walking became a new experience for her in Rochelle’s four-inch stilettos, but tonight was about busting out of her old rut. Cute sandals were out, and sexy freak me pumps were in.
The shoes and the clothes had all been chosen and forced onto her by her friends. There was no way she’d have ever gone out in such a tight fitting, short ensemble otherwise.
Lisa had curves. No, not just curves, her curves had curves. Every minute Lisa spent wrapped in Rochelle’s mostly spandex and flowing chiffon clothing she felt like she’d pop a stitch. But the girls had assured her that she looked hawt. Of course, they said it in their best Paris Hilton voice.
Tugging at her skirt as she approached the door, she took a deep breath and stepped into the bar. Looking around she was relieved to see that the interior looked like any other bar. Unless you knew the type of people, human and not, who frequented Del Fantasma, you’d never know it catered primarily to creatures that went bump in the night. She just hoped they’d want to bump her. With the typical high-top tables, bar and pool table in the back, Lisa felt like she was breaking down her barriers in a place that felt like home.
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Excerpt #2
Lisa wanted to dance, scream, and shout when she heard Jonathan’s answer. She really wanted to do the running man and cabbage patch, but was pretty sure it would ruin the moment. Especially considering Jonathan was looking all serious and staring at her lips.
He closed the gap between them, his lips hovered millimeters from hers and she held her breath, waiting for his touch. That first brush of his skin against her sensitive lips sent tiny shivers through her body, settling in her core. Her body tensed and strained towards his, craving more. And that was only a teasing taste, a glimpse at what he could draw from her. He pressed a soft open-mouthed kiss to her mouth, flicking the seam of her lips with his tongue.
The next time he pressed against her mouth, she returned the favor. Her tongue snuck out and slid against his and she got her first taste of him. She went back for more. Their tongues danced as she searched out more of his taste, relishing the warm moist cavern of his mouth.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and arched her body into his, moaning when they aligned. His erection pressed like a hot steel rod into her abdomen. She rocked her hips against his pulling a groan from his body in return. Their lips and tongues continued their fight for dominance until he wrenched away from her, resting his head against the door.
Lisa slid down his chest until her feet rested firmly against the floor and she sagged against him, ear pressed to his chest. She could hear the rapid thump of his heart and the deep breaths puffing in and out of his longs. Her hand slid down his neck, past his shoulder to rest on his chest. Her fingers stroked the muscle of his pectoral through his thin cotton dress shirt until a tiny nipple pressed against her palm. Using her fingernail, she scraped it with one slow swipe.
“Oh, baby.” Jonathan moaned, placing his hand over hers, stilling her movement.
She snatched her hands away, clasping them behind her. “Did I do it wrong?”
Lisa hated the hesitation and uncertainty in her voice, but she couldn’t make the feelings disappear. She didn’t know what she was doing! She’d only ever been with Mick, and if she were with him they’d be through by now. She never had to seduce her ex. If he wanted sex, he rolled on top of her and they had sex. After many conversations with Rochelle, Lisa learned that sex was more than having someone roll on top of a person and pump. A lot more.
Jonathan stroked her arms, goose bumps rose on her skin in his wake. He tugged her hands from behind her and brought her fingers to his mouth, pressing soft kisses to the tips. “No, you did it right. Very, very right.”
Relieved, Lisa allowed him to pull her toward the bed in the corner of the room. Once there, she didn’t protest when he sat and pulled her between his knees. Seconds passed as they stared at one another and Lisa didn’t know what to do. It was usually over by now and they’d both be asleep. Okay, he’d be asleep and she’d be washing up, but the main event would be long past at this point. What was taking him so long?
“Lisa, you sure about this?”
Why? Why did she have to get the one guy in the world who seemed to have a conscience? “I’m very, very sure.” There. That was good, right?
“You seem nervous, Lisa, I don’t…” Lisa pressed her fingers to his lips, stilling any further assurances from him.
“I’m nervous because…” she swallowed hard. He might tell her to get out after he heard of her experience. “I’ve only ever been with one other guy and, well, he cheated. I’m not sure how good I’ll be. If you want me to go…”
It was Jonathan’s turn to shut her up. “Hell no! You’re perfect. Every inch of you is perfect and I can’t wait to slide between your thighs. I just don’t want you to regret being with me.”
She raised an eyebrow at him, snickering. “Don’t worry. I’ll respect you in the morning.”
“Yeah?”
Leaning forward, she brushed her lips across his, the now familiar shivers slid down her spine. “Yeah.”
Words weren’t necessary any longer. Jonathan took control. He stood and turned her around, easing her to the bed.
Once she was lying on the queen-size mattress, he began undressing her. Jonathan took little time divesting her of her top. A quick tug on the tie around her neck and back and the chiffon confection was gone. Lisa helped him with her skirt, sliding the zipper down, and he tugged the mostly spandex piece of cloth from her hips and down her legs.
Now, in nothing but her pink silk panties, she waited. The whole experience was so far out of her realm, she wasn’t sure what to do next.
“Now that is a beautiful sight.” Embarrassed, she covered her breasts. Well, as much of her breasts as she could cover. He wasn’t having it. “No, baby. I want to see you.”
When he tugged on her wrists, she released her hold, feeling the now familiar heat of her blush traveling up her chest. Nibbling her lip, she turned her head and stared at the white wall.
Jonathan’s finger stroking her chin had her turning to face him. “No need to be embarrassed, Lisa. You are so…” his fingers slid over her left breast, circling her nipple, “so beautiful.”
Hearing it from Jonathan, she almost believed him. She almost believed that her curves weren’t her worst asset, but her best.
Relaxing, she arched into his palm when he squeezed her breast, aching for more. He kneaded them, alternating between the left and right, stopping to pinch and pull at her nipples. Lisa couldn’t get enough. Arousal burned hot through her system, pushing her to do things she’d never imagined. Like beg. “Please.”
Jonathan leaned down, capturing her breast with his mouth and sucking long and hard.
He released her nipple with a pop. “Please what, baby?”
He skimmed her abdomen, palms stroking and touching her everywhere at once. She started when he slipped his fingers beneath the elastic of her panties and held her breath, waiting for him to move.
Instead of pulling them off, he tormented her. Jonathan traced the lines of her panties, from hip to inner-thigh and back again. His teasing caresses only proved to heighten her arousal further. Her pussy clenched and more of her juices dripped from her, coating her labia. She knew she had probably soaked through the silk confection covering her mons, but she didn’t care. Every thought flitting through her mind centered on Jonathan and his teasing fingers.
Finally, he hooked his fingers around the elastic and tugged her silk panties over her hips, down her thighs and along her calves before removing them entirely. After having brought her legs together so he could remove her panties, Lisa was hesitant to reveal herself to him fully.
He gripped her ankles, hands skimming her freshly waxed legs as he rose higher. Lisa’s heart slammed in her chest, harder and faster with each rising inch. When he came to her upper thighs, she pressed them together, unwilling to reveal everything.
“Lisa?”
She nibbled her lower lip. Mick hadn’t… No one had… “Um…” She made a strangled sound, somewhere between a whine and a growl. “No one’s ever…”
Jonathan gifted her with a crooked smirk. Something masculine and primal lurking in his eyes as he pried her legs open. “You’ll love it, baby. Open for me, now.”
His demand had come too late. Like the wanton slut he’d turned her into, she relaxed into his grasp, thighs spreading, giving him access to everything.
Lisa hoped he liked what he saw. She’d spent a pretty penny getting waxed and plucked at the salon in preparation for her one-night stand. Her labia were bare while her mound still had a smidge of hair up top. She’d walked in with a bush and walked out decidedly lighter. She wanted to be smooth, but hadn’t wanted to look like a prepubescent child.
The woman at the salon had worked magic. It sounded as if Jonathan agreed.
“Damn, baby. You’re gorgeous.”
She laughed, she couldn’t help it. The man had said her pussy was gorgeous. Wrinkly, maybe. Gorgeous? Not hardly.
“Are you disagreeing with me?” He quirked his brow at her and her laughter doubled. In response, he pounced.
Jonathan buried his face in between her legs, tongue aiming straight for her clit as he devoured her. He lapped at her nether lips, first licking a path up one side and down the other before focusing on her clit once again. Almost as if her were cleaning Lisa of her juices and at the same time, causing more to leak from her pussy. Arousal spiked through her blood, heart pumping and breath billowing out of her lungs as she tried to follow
Jonathan’s path in her mind.
She rocked her hips in time with his licks, aching for more contact. Each time he strayed from her clit, she whimpered. Each time he ventured back, she groaned. It wasn’t long before she realized he was doing it all on purpose. He teased her, but hadn’t yet brought her close to the brink. Each moment, her orgasm was delayed, her arousal seemed to gain strength.
Tangling her fingers in his hair, she tugged until his eyes met hers. “Make me come, Jonathan. Please?”
She did it, she begged. At this point, all she wanted to do was come. Now. Then again, later. But now would be good. The man had the audacity to smile at her again before sticking his tongue out, the nubile muscle formed a pointed tip and he kept his gaze locked on hers as he flicked her clit.
Lisa’s eyes drifted close as his attentions focused on the tiny nubbin. So close, yet so far.
Then, oh God, then his fingers joined his tongue. He slipped first one and then two into her pussy, their path eased by her abundant cream. Her muscles clenched and tightened around the invasion and she moaned in response.
Jonathan began tapping her clit with his tongue in time with the thrust of his fingers. Her orgasm began spiraling out of control, and before she could grasp it and hold the rush of pleasure back, he did something unexpected. He touched her in a place she thought had only existed in dreams and Cosmo magazines.