Tuesday, September 17, 2013


August 1 – September 24


Wet and hard.

Those were the only two words she could think of as Ale’s lips came down on hers, silencing her with his swift action. But no, there was more. Wet and hard, then cool and more wet, then hot and warm all at once. Or maybe that was her body that was so hot and warm, but how could that be when she was submerged in cool water? Whatever. One thing was sure: Ale wassilencing her with his kiss. Reminding her who was boss.

He dragged his tongue over the crease of her lips, and she whimpered—oh-god-was-she-really-the-whimpering-type-turns-out-oh-yes-she-was—before letting him in. And then to top the whimper she sighed as his tongue caressed hers, melting her like a snow cone in August. Then she knew. She’d be nothing in a moment. Dissolved. Gone. One with the water.

His strong muscular arm wrapped around her hips and pulled her toward his solid form. Now they were body to body, breast to chest. She let out a moan as Ale shifted, and she felt his hardness press against her center. She was weightless, her legs seemingly wanting to float apart and wrap around his waist all on their own. And still he pulled her in more. His hands now supporting her behind, fused her to him, groin to groin, mouth to mouth. And thank goodness for his strength or surely she would happily go under, lost at sea forever.

©2013 THROUGH THE LENS by K.M.Jackson

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:   A native New Yorker, K.M. Jackson had two dreams for what she wanted to be when she “grew up”: 1. a fashion designer and 2. a writer.  After graduating from high school, she pursued her first dream and studied fashion design at New York’s FIT. She then spent ten years designing for various New York houses. But after years of juggling the oh-so-glam world of mid-market fashion along with being a mother of twins, K.M. took the leap of faith and decided to pursue her other long-held dream of being a writer. She currently lives in a suburb of New York with her husband, teen twins, and her precocious terrier named Jack who keeps her on her toes. You can find her most days on her blog at www.kwana.com, on Facebook www.facebook.com/KmJacksonAuthor and on Twitter https://twitter.com/KwanaWrites


  1. Oh my, that's hot! Great description.

  2. What I dig about this excerpt, Kwana, is that it's not only hot, it's fun (her internal monologue was hilarious), AND somehow manages these fleeting moments of poetry I find very touching. Great teaser!

  3. Thanks so much Mina. You are too kind :-)