Tuesday Tales: From a Picture

badge-for-tt-very-small-1Welcome to this week’s edition of Tuesday Tales. If this is your first visit, Tuesday Tales are weekly blog posts taken from a work in progress the author is currently involved in. Each post is based on a cue. Usually, the cues are words. Once a month, we’re given a choice of images and have to work our stories around them, keeping the post to less than 300 words as well.

The scene I have today is a long expected one, but the picture choices strained my imagination. new shoot

So how did I roll this into Wedding Bell Blues? Have a look.

Paul awoke with MJ spooned beside him, his hand  under the oversized t-shirt she wore, and wrapped around her stomach. Her back, molten lava against him, had his body reacting to her heat and scent.

Whatever could grow between them had to be nurtured and fed, like the first shoot of a new plant. Done right, it could grow strong and endure, but one false move, and he would destroy it forever. He exhaled, not wanting to move away, but knowing her had to before she recognized the strength of his desire for her.  As he eased away, she matched his movement, snuggling even more tightly.

“God, MJ, There’s nothing I want more than to make love to you right now,” he whispered softly, thinking she was still asleep.

“So, what’s stopping you?” she asked, turning to face him, her eyes open in the dim light.

Unable to stop himself, he trailed kisses down the side of her neck and shoulders. She moaned. It was all the encouragement he needed. Without another word, he turned her onto her back and captured her lips. She returned his kisses with a passion that spurred him on. Slowly, as if he were unwrapping a precious gift, he exposed her breasts to his hands. His mouth moved down to lick and caress each nipple, imprinting their taste and texture on his mind. He wanted to touch all of her, taste all of her, and savor each delectable bite. His lips moved along her stomach burning a trail to the edge of her panties, which he quickly removed, along with his underwear.

Panting, he lifted his head and looked into her eyes.

“Are you sure, MJ, because once we do this, there’s no turning back.”

“Make love to me, Paul. Make love to me now.”

I hope you’ve enjoyed this week’s post. Don’t forget to check out all the other on  Tuesday Tales.

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About mhsusannematthews

Finally retired after more than 30 years as a teacher! Now, I get to spend my time gardening, enjoying my grandchildren, and writing. I finally completed the number one item in my bucket list and Crimson Romance published my first novel, Fire Angel, in April 2013. Since then I have sold 24 other manuscripts to date and don't plan to quit writing for a long time yet.
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5 Responses to Tuesday Tales: From a Picture

  1. jeanjoachim says:

    Tingle, tingle, sigh, sigh. What I’ve been waiting for — and I guess so has MJ!! Gotta love Paul. What a sweetheart. Tender and hot scene, beautifully written.

  2. Author says:

    very nice!! love it. Jillian

  3. Exquisite love scene, so well done. Great way to use the prompt, too.

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