#Advent 7 - Ass

Once out of his reach again, she slid her fingers into the waistband of her jeans and doubled, sliding them slowly down her legs. Her boy shorts exposed two slivers of brown skin beneath their hem. Two moon-like crescent, a taunting tease of the whole round. He could easily make out both rounds, both ass cheeks, tight in the lacy cotton fabric. She'd chosen red today, a color that never ceased to stand out against her milky brown skin. It made the copper tones glow. His eyes were riveted to those crescents and the darkness that lay between them. Was that hair? Was it just shadow? How long until he would know? How long until he could tear them off with his teeth and taste everything beneath?
She looked over her shoulder, reading his mind. "Don't get any ideas. I'm taking those off."

Day 8

Avril Ashton - Delicious Men, Wicked Women, Heated Love

Avril Ashton is a best-selling author of romantic and erotic fiction. You are very honest on your blog. Do you ever feel exposed by that?

I am honest, to a point. I am extremely private, but there’s a need to also be authentic. To make yourself available and relatable to the readers. It’s not always easy, but I’m not worried about it.

I understand. I always wonder how people who create identities for themselves keep that authenticity. You participate in several blog hops. What makes the ones you enter catch your eye? Do you ever consider taking part in more? Do you find they are good publicity?

#Advent 6 - Shake, Rattle and Roll

Obediently sitting on the bed, unmoving, she turned away and he herd a rattle. Her belt buckle. He couldn't hold back the groan. She was going to drop those magnificent jeans and show the glory hidden beneath, more brown skin, more round curves.
Her arms trembled a little, shaking, and she swore very quietly.
"Something wrong?" he asked. He didn't want to break the spell she'd created by keeping him silent, but he didn't want her distressed either.
She sighed and her shoulders rolled. "Just stuck. Got it." She spun back, her hand landing with a slap on the outside of my thigh. His breath caught in a gasp at the sudden sting. "I told you not to move."
Rather than speak he shook my head. He hadn't moved, he wasn't moving. Please don't stop.
She touched his cheek gently and kissed him. "Thanks for checking. Game on," she said seductively, stepping back again.
Shit! He'd missed my chance to touch her!

Day 7

#Advent 5 - Jeans

Although he couldn't touch her, he continued to stare. Her milky brown skin was revealed all the way to her waist, where her belt held her jeans up. They were fabulous jeans, tight in all the right places. Her ass looked fantastic as it filled out the back pockets with their rhinestones, making her ass sparkle. Her waist was small, despite the flesh that filled below and above. Her belt demonstrated it, not cutting into her skin, but revealing the swell of her hips, the roundness of her.

He wanted to sink his hands into those pockets, pull her closer and kiss her again. He wanted to reach down the front and stroke her, give her a little of how she was making him feel. It was hard not to open his pants and rub himself. She'd said if he moved, it would be over. As much as he wanted to end the teasing, he didn't want to stop before he'd seen and felt all of her.

Day 6

#Advent 4 - Kiss

She let the lacy undergarment fall from her fingers. Pulling her long dark locks over her shoulders, she obscured them slightly. Then, with a swaying step that made me swallow again, she leaned over him, pressing her lips to his. His hand instinctively came around to touch her back, fingers skating upward. The kisses were light pecks, taunting as much as anything else tonight had been. She began unbuttoning his shirt as the kisses became longer, as her tongue traced my lips.
His mouth hung open, but his tongue seemed sluggish, unable to catch hers as it darted. He loved her lips on his, the taste of her mouth, clean and minty. She pushed his shirt back from his shoulders, down his arms. He sensed she was about to leave and tried to keep her there, to stop her dancing tongue. He gripped her back, pulling her closer.
Immediately she broke the kiss and turned away, moving back toward the wall. "You were such a good boy. Another reward will come soon."

Day 5

#Advent 3 - Breasts

He cupped one perfect round in his hand, running his thumb over the point that projected into the lace. He moved his fingers to pinch it, but she stepped back. It took Herculean effort not to jump up and follow. Releasing her cuffs, she turned away from him and her blouse fell in a pool on floor. He paid it no mind, focusing on the slope of her back, the dip of her spine, the swell of her hips. His fingers itched to hold those hips, pull them back onto himself, grind into them.
She was able to pull his eyes from her behind easily. Her fingers were back, working the clasp of her bra. She pushed the two halves together and it came apart, like magic. There one minute, gone the next. Instead he saw more of her glowing brown skin.
She turned back, the flimsy lace still hanging from her shoulders. Her breasts sagged very slightly, freed from their confines. His mouth was a little dry and he licked his lips. Desperate for her to remove the lace and give him full view of those blessed breasts.

Day 4

#Advent 2 - Cleave

Her fingers had his attention. One set were in her mouth, her tongue flicking over them. The others had popped open a button of her ivory blouse. The rich brown skin beneath was impossible to ignore. She'd had two buttons open before, revealing a lovely vee of flesh. Now he could see the shadow created by her breasts, the dark crease between them. Cleavage.
He wanted to cleave to them, put his nose into that cleft and inhale deeply. He wanted to lick the sloping sides she revealed with the next button. He could see the lace of her bra now, see her dark nipple poking out into it.
How was he supposed to sit still. She took her freshly licked fingers, glistening slightly and traced the top of one those cups, drew a line over her flawless skin.
"You've been a very good boy," she told him, leaning forward and inviting his eye to plunge down again. She stepped closer. "I think you've earned one touch."

Day 3