Breathless: A Story of Erotica

By Bebe Wilde

After being blindsided by her sudden divorce, Serena wants nothing more than to get her ex-husband back. But then she meets Conrad, a sexy contractor and they begin a steamy affair. However, from the beginning, she lets him know that she isn't ready to move on from her ex-husband and is only in it for the sex. But when he starts falling hard for her, she wonders how much longer she can resist her feelings for him.

Breathless is a story about a woman who must decide whether she wants to continue to live in the past or if she is ready to let it go and allow herself to have what she really wants. Please keep in mind, however, that this book contains explicit content, strong language and is intended for a mature audience.

• Language: English
• Publisher: New Tradition Books
• Release date: Sep 9, 2015
• ISBN: 9781938107672

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breathless

bebe wilde

abernathy & monroe

Breathless. Copyright © 2015 by Bebe Wilde.

Published by Abernathy and Monroe.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the publisher. For information, email [e-mail]

eBook ISBN–13: 978-1-938107-67-2

eBook ISBN–10: 1-938107-67-5

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

For those who are willing to take chances.

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He threw me against the wall and pushed up against me until I couldn’t move. I was almost breathless. I grabbed his head and pressed my mouth against his, wanting him so badly I couldn’t stand it. But then he moved away. He went to the bed and sat down.

What’s wrong? I asked, trying to ease the tension, the palpable sexual tension we had. He looked me over, my body, my breasts, my face, everything. He liked what he saw and he liked me but for some reason, he was hesitating. I couldn’t allow that to happen. Huh? I asked him. What’s wrong, honey?

I can’t, he said.

Yes, you can, I said. Come over here and do what you do best.

He shook his head. I started to panic. What if he left? What if we didn’t finish what we started? What would I do without him? Then I remembered our issue and knew why he wanted to leave in the first place. I knew he’d go eventually because I couldn’t give him what he wanted; but in the meanwhile, I had to take what I needed from him.

Let’s don’t do this, I said.

No, I can’t, he said and stared at the door, as if he were thinking of the best way possible to leave.

Look at me, I said and sat down next to him on the bed. Conrad, look at me.

He glanced over at me and groaned a little, as if he didn’t want to like what he saw but couldn’t help himself. I don’t know why he fought it. I had worked hard to get this body. The sexy black negligee I’d bought just for him showed it off in the best way possible. It was falling off my shoulders, off of my body. It lifted my breasts and they heaved as I breathed rapidly. I stared at him, at his handsome face and I knew it was taking everything he had to hold himself back from me, from my body, from my breasts. He wanted them, he wanted to touch them and he wanted to squeeze them and lick and kiss them. I thrust my chest out towards him a little, smiling because I knew they looked delicious, so delicious, in fact, they were irresistible. He looked at them like they’d taste good, and he knew they did, just like the rest of my body. It tasted like heaven, every single square inch of me tasted and felt like heaven to him.

I’m waiting on you, I said and tossed my long, dark hair out of my face and stared up at him, feeling almost mesmerized. I mean, who could blame me? You couldn’t help but stare at him, couldn’t help but get mesmerized. He was so good looking with these gorgeous blue eyes that drove me crazy. His dark blonde hair contrasted nicely with his tanned body. And those muscles? Oh, yeah! He was strong and he was built and he was handsome and he was mine, even if just for a little while.

He gave me a lot of what I needed, Conrad. He’d tell me I was beautiful and that I had the sexiest body he’d ever laid eyes on. He’d tell me everything was in perfect proportion, from my full breasts to my firm buttocks, to my legs, which would wrap around his waist and hold him tight as we fucked. He gave me a lot of everything, but I, apparently, wasn’t giving him enough of what he wanted. And what he wanted was commitment.

Come on, baby, I said and moved closer to him. Let it go and let’s do this.

He shook his head.

Please, I said softly.

No.

Please, I moaned and moved my hips. Give me a little.

No, he said and got up off the bed and turned away. We’re done.

We’re not done, I said and rose up behind him on my knees. Turn around and finish what you started.

He didn’t move. I gave him a little punch. Still nothing. And one more, this one harder. He turned, grabbed my wrists and forcefully pushed me back on the bed. I bounced against the headboard and glared at him, becoming irritated.

I’m leaving, he said and headed towards the door.

No, you’re not, I hissed and followed him, stopping him at the door, grabbing his hands and pulling him towards me. He pushed me away a little but I could tell he’d reached his limit. He couldn’t take it