Saturday, August 25, 2018

New Standalone Scene: Connected

Sweet gestures of intimacy can be as powerful as moments of hard, intense passion.
On the tail end of my release of Vigilant Hart, an action mystery novella, I wanted to thank everyone for their support by adding a new Standalone Scene to my blog. Though Vigilant Hart is different from my contemporary romance novels, it's always fun to revisit one's origin genre and share one's work with those who appreciate that genre.

I hope you enjoy this sweet and romantic scene between Vincent and his wife Lauren, as they come to spend an afternoon celebrating not only their future together, but the very bond that has held their long love together:
Enjoy!

Connected

            This is going to look beautiful.
            Lauren pulled another loop of pink yarn through the white thread with her crochet hook to add colour to the stitch. The afternoon sun sent beams of light through the window, splashing conveniently across her lap where she sat working with peaceful focus. The house was quiet. But it didn’t bother Lauren. She knew that in another six months, she and her husband would be graced with a very special gift.
            The sound of a tumbling latch echoed across the hall as the front door opened, and Lauren’s husband entered, kicking the snow off his boots.
            “Hey sweetheart!”
            “Vincent? What are you doing home this early?”
            “It’s Friday,” Vince called out, removing his navy blue pea coat to hang in the hall closet. “I decided to leave the office early and surprise my wife.”
            Lauren smiled. “What a sweet thing to do. But aren’t you needed at work today? Isn’t the team finishing that bridge design for approval next week?”
            “All done, young lady.” Vince entered the bedroom of their tiny home to meet his wife with a small tray containing two hot beverages. “Your choice. Tea with milk and sugar, or hot chocolate. I know you like both.”
            “I’ll take the tea please.”
            Vince removed the tea from the tray and placed it on a small side table not far from the recliner chair.
            “So what are you building here?”
            “It’s going to be a little baby hat.”
            “Looks like a doily so far.”
            Lauren looked to her husband with a forgiving smile. “I just started it. It will grow just big enough to hold a little baby’s head inside. What do you think of the pattern. Isn’t it cute?” Lauren lifted her hands to display the elaborate design.
            “It’s beautiful. Seriously honey, I can design a suspension bridge, but I have no idea how you make those little circles all stick together like that with a long piece of yarn.” Vince moved his hand gently onto her belly. “You’re just better than me at some things,” he whispered, kissing her forehead.
           
            Vince eyed her smile and got up to remove his suit jacket. “So how was your day, honey?”
“Oh, fine. Quiet. Actually, the crib arrived today. I had them leave the box in the baby’s room.”
            “Perfect. We can assemble it together after dinner!”
            Vince hung his jacket up neatly in the closet and turned about. He took a quiet moment to watch his beautiful pregnant wife focus on each stitch going into the little hand made gift for their first baby. He was just as ecstatic as she was, knowing that after their numerous efforts to have a child, God had finally answered their hopes with a precious gift.
            “Lauren,” he whispered as he paced slowly to her and descended to his knees at the foot of the chair. “I can’t tell you how happy I am that you said yes to me three years ago. You’ve made me the happiest man alive.”
            Lauren stopped working the hook and yarn in her lap to focus on the sincere expression in her husband’s gaze. “Vincent, I couldn’t be happier, married to you.”
            Vince smiled like a young boy in appreciation of the company before him.
            “How’s the tea?”
            “A bit hot. Going to let it sit.”
            Vince looked at his wife’s hands as she picked up where she left off on the little hat. “Sweetie, your fingers look a bit tired. Why don’t you stop and rest them for a while?”
            “I just want to finish this next set of stitches. Oh, and I made something for you…”
            “You did?”
            “Yes. It took me a week, and I hid it from you, but now it’s ready. I hope you like it.” Lauren set her work aside and reached under the recliner pulling out a small plastic bag. She opened it and withdrew a striped burgundy scarf.”
            “You made this?” Vince took the scarf with wide eyes and unfolded it curiously. “It’s beautiful! This will go perfectly with my peacoat.” Vince drew it behind his head and let it fall over his broad shoulders. “It’s going with me to work tomorrow,” he said, lifting the end of the scarf with one hand to Lauren’s cheek and grazing it gently in circles with the tail ends of soft yarn.
            Lauren closed her eyes and smiled, enjoying the light sensation on her skin…

            Vince saw the sweet reception of his gesture on his wife’s face and felt further attracted to the woman who meant the world to her. Home early from work, and captivated by his stunning wife, he decided to entertain her…

            He reached for the yarn and hook and tucked them away in Lauren’s crocheting basket, then took her hands in his. He rubbed his fingers along hers in an effort to edge out the soreness of several hours work on a quiet afternoon. Lauren had enjoyed an entire day alone, dedicating her time to someone who would arrive in their lives by the start of summer. But before their sweet gift arrived, Vince wanted to spend some intimate time with his partner.
            He stood up and edged Lauren out of her seat by the hand.
            “Come.”
            “What are you doing?”
            “I want to entertain you. Come over to the bed.”
Vince drew her tight against his body and in the stillness, dotted her lips with a single, soft kiss. “I want to feel your body close to me. Every inch of it.”
            Lauren lowered her head, shyness splashing through her chest. “You still like my body? It’s going to start looking very different soon.”
            Vince raised her chin to meet her eyes.
            “Are you kidding me? Your body has been the center of my attention since we met years ago. I always have a hard time peeling these eyes and hands away from you, babe.” Vince travelled the length of her with a slow, commanding gaze, one that Lauren occasionally indulges in from her sweet, mild-mannered husband. She watched as a slow smile curled the edges of his lips, his hands approaching her body.
            “Let me take this off for you…” Vince slowly undid the white buttons of Lauren’s baggy cotton shirt. His fingers travelled to her neck, hooking the opening of her sweater, and travelled to her shoulders, edging the sweater down her sleeves and tossing it onto the bed. He gazed at her beautiful bare breasts.
            “Comfy?” he asked, the tiny smile still on his face.
            “Yes.”
            “Let’s get you more comfortable.”
            Vince led her to his side of the bed and crouched down. His fingers slowly loosened the drawstring of her comfortable cotton pants and gently slid them down past her bottom.
            “Have a seat, sweetheart.”
            Vince then raised a leg of his comfortably seated wife, then the other, and slowly withdrew the pants from her person. He got to his feet, and folded them neatly, setting them aside by the sweater.
            “Neat freak,” Lauren called out, giggling. She loved his organized mannerism. His constant efforts always warmed her heart.
            “What? Freak, you say?” Vince questioned, his grin now sly.
            “I didn’t mean it like that,” Lauren laughed back.
            “Well, maybe you’ll get a little freak this afternoon. Maybe you won’t. You’ll just have to wait and see.”
            Lauren drew her chin into her chest in curiosity. “And what might you have planned for me at the moment, good Sir?”
            “Well,” he stated softly, “You’ve been so busy today, it’s time you relax, and let my hands take over for a while. Who knows, maybe I’ll have you join in a little later. Now, I want you to lay back, across the bed on your back.”
            Lauren did as she was asked, and as she took a position across the plush bed, she noticed, staring upwards, that her husband had pulled a small chair up behind her head and took a seat.
            She met his gaze as he leaned forward in the chair, over her face.
            “Close your eyes,” he whispered with a smile.
            Lauren slowly closed her lids and nestled into the bed’s soft fabric.
            “Just bring yourself a bit toward me, sweetheart. I want the back of your head just a tiny bit off the edge of the bed.”
            Curious, Lauren obliged, and wriggled herself up a few inches.
            “Why do you want me slightly off—”
            Eyes, still shut, Lauren suddenly felt the warmth of two palms cradle the back of her head. One hand slowly lifted it up, while the other hand collected her length of soft hair and guided it back, letting it hang loosely over the edge of the bed. Her head was then lowered slightly, and Vince sat back for a moment.
            “This is going to feel better as each minute passes. Just keep your eyes closed.”
            Lauren nodded in anticipation. A peaceful silence arrested the room. With eyes shut and her head tilted back slightly, Vince was going to love his wife by elevating the receptions of her body.
           
            Seconds later, Lauren felt the soft touch of her husband’s fingers land on the skin just behind her ears, making her smile. The soothing warmth of his digits connected with her jaw as they glided along its length and converged at her chin. The index and middle finger of both Vince’s hands passed the edges of her smile and slid ever so softly across her cheeks and temples, converging at her forehead.
            “Mmm…” Lauren purred, through closed lips.
            Vince traced his fingers apart and Lauren felt the moist impression of her husband’s lips on her forehead. A splash of adrenaline charged her core and she did her best to conceal a slight shiver, enjoying the surprise treatment that afternoon.
            “You like that?”
            “Mmm yes…”
            “Good,” Vince replied softly. He got up from the chair and returned moments later to sit down.
Lauren opened her eyes and saw Vince take a seat with his new scarf slung around his neck.
            “I’ll need this in a minute,” he explained with a smile. “Now close those eyes back up, sweetheart.”
            Lauren shrugged and closed her eyes, darkening the thoughts and mystery that swirled in her mind as she waited virtually naked on the bed.
            Vince’s hands returned, this time to her shoulders. The warmth of open palms inched along the length of her arms, past the elbows, rubbing her forearms and meeting at her fingers. He entwined his fingers in hers and leaned forward.
            “Stay still.”
            Vince’s lips landed on his wife’s, the familiar taste of his skin melting her instantly. Teased by her husband’s brilliant romantic gestures, Lauren waited for his tongue to search hers, and they danced about between their mouths. Vince loved kissing his wife. It was a connection that felt both comforting yet thrillingly undefined. Every long, sensuous kiss the two had shared seemed to take them to states of lustful camaraderie.
            Lauren tuned into the senses that were intensifying as the handsome gentleman above her made splendid contact with her body in all the right ways. Instinct captured her muscles, and as her core began to tense with desire, so did her grip on Vince’s hands.
            “Relax Lauren…” came the soft rumble of words past Vince’s lips as he edged back slowly and freed his hands from hers.
            “Okay,” she whispered back, wriggling her neck about on the edge of the bed. With her head still hung back ever so slightly, blood coursed through her body with an unusual sensation, her sense of touch now magnifying under Vince’s control…
            “I love this scarf, Lauren. Though I’m not quite ready to accept it yet.”
            “Oh?”
            “Yes. I think it will come in handy. It’s so soft. I want to share it with you.”
            Seconds later, Lauren felt the faint, recognizable contact of fibres— the inch-long loose strands of yarn that made up the tail ends of the scarf— circling her cheek. She curled her chin in from the ticklish sensation, but soon heard her husband whisper into the darkness of her mind, his voice not far from her ear.
            “Relax baby…and keep those eyes closed.”
            Lauren tried hard to relax, and after some time tuning back in to a state of calm, her chin and neck lost their tension and remained soothed and limp on once again on the bed.
            Vince supported the hand-made scarf across his two hands, one of them dangling the threaded ends in his grip. The loose strands now left Lauren’s silky cheek and travelled up to the tip of her chin and down her neck. Gliding slowly along an unknown route, Lauren focussed on the areas of her body that were being charmed by soft woolen fibres. The slight, ginger contact on her skin felt electric, charging her mind with thoughts that pulsed desire toward every corner of her body.
            Vince remained focussed and receptive to the reactions of his beloved wife. As he trailed the scarf’s soft edge between, then about her breasts, he kept watch on the rise and fall of her chest, reading her breaths and gauging his choreography of caress upon her.
            Brushing each of her soft nipples in temptingly slow circles, Vince finally caught sight of Lauren’s hands speaking back to him. He looked on as Lauren sunk into an instinctive state of captivation, watching her palms, earlier face up on the bed, now turn to meet her thighs. Lauren’s fingertips spoke her mind’s desire, reaching slowly for the soft skin of her own body, each digit making slow, barely conspicuous contact with her legs.
            Lauren wanted more.
            Vince carefully leaned out further, leading the scarf down along her beautiful round belly, swirling it about. He altered its path in random sequences, Lauren enjoying the elating tickles wandering lazily across her torso in alternating directions.
            Her breath hitched, as the delicate scarf sunk further down her body, finding the soft flesh of her inner thighs. Swirling the fabric about against her skin, Vince knew he had captivated his lovely wife. He watched on pleased, as his wife’s hands matched the motions of the scarf, her fingers swirling slowly about the outsides of her thighs.
            The scarf made its way along the insides of Lauren’s legs, tickling the back of her knees. As the soft fibres returned up her body, Lauren’s tuned instinct caught Vince’s eyes once again, as he saw her legs edge open slightly, her toes curling as she lay waiting for more.
            Finally, Vince drew the scarf across the bridge of her legs, dancing it gently over her underwear…
            He lowered his head beside hers and whispered alluringly.
            “I know where your hand wants to go.”
            Lauren’s eyes popped open and caught sight of her husband’s face not far above her, and she nervously edged away from her relaxed state. “I…I can’t do that in front of you.”
            “What, touch yourself sweetheart?”
            “Yes,” she whispered back. A shy rouge flashed across her cheeks, embarrassed by her admission.
            Vince nodded, and edged out an understanding smile, determined to sync his incredible wife back en route to her pleasurable afternoon journey.
            “Let me help you, sweetheart. Close your eyes…” Vince gathered the gifted scarf and folded it lengthwise, then laid it across Lauren’s eyes, encouraging the comfortable darkness to draw her back into her earlier state of solitude.
            “Now let me take your hand…” Vince cupped her hand in his, both palm down, encouraging her to relax her fingers as he turned his head and dotted her cheek with soft pecks. Vince stayed close to his beautiful wife as he picked up where they left off and guided her hand in random motions about her belly.
            Together, Lauren’s and Vince’s fingers travelled the skin of her body, the bare touch suddenly building a wave of growing elation. Comfortable in his care, Lauren gradually felt less nervous about hiding the fact that she had rarely been familiar with herself in private. As Vince’s lips continued to dot her cheek, his hand guided her own along every inch of skin that she remembered him kissing and caressing; in all their years together. Visions of their love making flooded her mind. Memories of passionate kisses plunged into Lauren’s attention, arresting her inhibitions and casting them far away…
            With Lauren’s chest rising and falling with greater distinction, Vince edged her hand in his slowly down her belly, and slid it smoothly under her panties…
Suddenly, Lauren felt more tuned in to her state of elations than ever before. In slow, slight motions, her legs wriggled about on the bed. Her shoulders tensed, and her breaths magnified from under hushed lips. The gentle trace of skin on skin magnified Lauren’s heartbeat, filling her with warm, successive pulses of delight.
Vince soon felt Lauren’s confidence surge as her hand took its own route of play from inside his gentle grip, and he slowly pulled away, trailing his palm up past her wrist and forearm. His hands floated to her sides, inching along her hips, never leaving her…
“I want to see you…” she whispered, in heat.
            A hand disappeared from her side and slid the scarf gently from her temples, allowing her to gaze upward and meet the beautiful rich hue of her husband’s comforting eyes.
            His presence felt magnificent, fleeting her reservations as she shared her body to his witness in the most intimate of manners.
            Under a hard percussion of adrenaline flowing through her body, her head felt an unusual daze, just off the bed, though safe, now cradled in her husband’s caring hands. His fingers eased her scalp with a soothing massage and her lips edged open, sucking in another deep, satisfying breath.
            Their eyes held onto each other as she brought herself closer and closer to an awaiting highpoint of ecstasy. Soon, with her body captive to such extraordinary touches, pressures, and sensations, Lauren could hold back no longer.
She closed her eyes and plunged blissfully, into a swelling sea of euphoria…
            Her body tensed and wriggled about, waves of pleasure leaving the splendid efforts upon her body. Pulses of joy coursed through her from head to toe. Light-headed, her imagination floated about in an endless state of bliss as she rode out the details of each slow, consecutive burst of pleasure.
           
            For moments that would be locked away and cherished for an eternity deep in her mind, Lauren closed her eyes and smiled avidly, riding the last pulse of wonderment as it trailed away from her exhausted body.
            She let out a slow, satisfying exhale and opened her eyes to catch her husband gazing at her with endearing eyes. He ran his fingers along her temples and she reached up to feel the back of his hand in her palm. The sweet grin never left Lauren as the two relished the long, quiet connection in each other’s touch that afternoon.
            “Thank you for that,” Lauren whispered, gazing appreciatively at her sweet husband.
            “For you, anything,” Vince replied softly, his thumb rubbing her temple as his eyes never left her.

Connected they were, and forever would be.

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