reviews_and_ramblings | Excerpt Day: Wet & Wild by Cait Braxton

Wet & Wild by Cait Braxton
Release Date: 06/2009
Publisher: Noble Romance Publishing
Publisher Link: https://www.nobleromance.com/ItemDisplay.aspx?i=49

Blurb: Rahda is running late for her Friday night love-fest with Gabrielle. The anticipation is nearly unbearable, for only Gabrielle can satisfy her intense craving for the whip . . . and the hunger for her exquisite touch.

Excerpt:

Inhibition and hang-ups are two words that don’t exist in Gabrielle’s personal dictionary, and yet, she’s a woman of the earth at heart, kind and caring with a soft nature. She knows her own body like a well-heeled roadmap and knows mine even better. After several visits to her condo, she stripped me of any and all reservations and shyness, not to mention, she stripped me of my clothing in less time than it takes a medicine man to shake a rattle.

She knows all the pressure points of a woman’s body, including the internal nerves and tissue that responds to another’s touch. It’s a double-edged sword with the woman; she holds you spellbound physically and captures your soul emotionally.

I see her sitting on the loveseat when I enter the great room. Her shoulder length hair is dark, like a crow’s wing, and straight, an urbane, classy cut that adds to her allure.

“You’re late,” she says, her aquamarine eyes boring into mine.

“Forgive me, ma’am,” I reply, and know tonight will be special; one of those take-me-to-the brink-and-back-sessions that turns my knees to jelly.

She rises from the sofa, her voice softer than an ocean breeze. “Take them off, everything, and be quick about it.”

Without hesitation, I begin to unbutton the tiny pearls of my blouse.

“Not here, in my bedroom.”

I wait until she passes by me and follow on her heels. The master bedchamber is massive and luxurious, a soft palette of earthy tones—buttercup gold, cream and pale tan.

Standing by the bed, I’m aware of her quick intake of air when the blouse leaves my shoulders and another when the skirt slides from my hips. The subtle sounds calm me and bolster my confidence. Gabrielle is not immune to the sight of my naked body after all these months, even after she’s seen every blemish, every pore and cavity.

My breasts tingle and I feel my nipples pucker. A series of pre-orgasmic twitches seize my pussy.

She points to the floor. “Kneel in front of the bed, face resting on the comforter.”

Instinctively my hands go to the back of my head and I lower myself to the floor.

“I’m going to ask you a question and I’ll know if you lie.”

I keep my eyes focused on the pattern in the duvet―various triangles of beige interconnected with sable―not daring to meet her eyes. If I err now, she might withhold her punishment, aware that in doing so, it would be the ultimate penalty for disobedience. Whatever she’s about to ask me, I must answer truthfully.