Sexy story excerpt from Clare Connelly's Just This One Summer

The sixth good bit. In this erotic excerpt from 'Just This One Summer' by Clare Connelly, a sudden thunderstorm leads to a surprise encounter with a stranger. This passionate, romantic sex story is presented by thegoodbits.com.

"He pulled up, shifting his mouth to her other nipple but this time, instead of closing his mouth over it, he simply flicked it with his tongue. It was already so sensitive from the way his finger and thumb had been toying with it seconds ago, so the sheer hint of contact from his mouth sent her senses into overdrive. His hands roamed her body, running down her sides with a lightness of touch that was infuriating because it was simply not enough. She needed everything he could give her and she needed it immediately."

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:04):
This is the Good Bits.

Speaker 2 (00:14):
This excerpt from Just This One Summer by Claire Connolly
is brought to you by the Goodbits dot Com.

Speaker 3 (00:23):
I don't know your name, I say, with a small
shake of my head. The intensity of this overwhelming.

Speaker 1 (00:32):
It's Nico, Nico.

Speaker 3 (00:34):
I repeat it, filling the silence with another question. Is
it short for anything?

Speaker 1 (00:40):
Niccola?

Speaker 3 (00:42):
He poses his features into a mask of.

Speaker 1 (00:44):
Strength, conqueror of the people. Perfect.

Speaker 3 (00:51):
There is something about him that speaks of victory and conquering,
of being conquered. How I wish I had a tighter
grip on my body's sponsors, but I don't. Forces at
work that's so much bigger than me. Desire flares in
the pit of my stomach, and even though I can

(01:11):
think of a dozen reasons to ignore it, I absolutely
don't want to. Yeah, I angle my body towards his,
my pulse racing. Am I really going to do this?
Do what my brain screams at me. He might not

(01:35):
be interested. It's very possible, given my lack of experience,
that I'm misreading everything. I'm not good.

Speaker 2 (01:46):
At this stuff.

Speaker 3 (01:48):
And this guy is really seriously gorgeous. He could have
his pick of anyone A flash of lightning spears through
the sky, just be on the window, and I startle.
It's not much, an involuntary gesture, barely enough to register.

(02:11):
But his hand shoots out as if to steady me,
his strong fingers curving around my arm. The lightest touch,
so gentle and reassuring, but it shoots little arrows of
awareness through my bloodstream and makes my cheeks burn with heat.

Speaker 1 (02:31):
You're okay?

Speaker 3 (02:32):
Did he move closer or have I We're standing toe
to toe, so I have to crane my neck to
meet his eyes. Now I can feel his chest moving
with every breath he draws. Yeah, I'm fine. I suck
in a gulp of air that's spiced with his intoxicatingly

(02:55):
masculine fragrance.

Speaker 1 (02:57):
You're jumpy.

Speaker 3 (02:59):
My lips whist in a grimace because he's right. I
am jumpy. Sometimes you don't need to be. A divot
forms between his brows.

Speaker 1 (03:09):
You're safe here.

Speaker 3 (03:11):
Had he intentionally chosen the word I let slip earlier?
I bite down on my lower lip, chewing it distractedly?
Am I?

Speaker 1 (03:21):
Of course?

Speaker 3 (03:23):
I lift my hand and press it to his chest,
surprising us both. The thing is I don't know if
I want to feel safe right now. He closes his
eyes for a moment, his face unreadable. Nope, my blood
is rushing so fast I can hear it in my ears.

(03:45):
I am terrified of what I'm doing, of what I'm feeling,
but I don't look away. Nope, Maddie, My name on
his lips is essential incantation. Yet he stays where he is.

Speaker 1 (04:00):
I didn't invite you here for this.

Speaker 3 (04:03):
Insecurity reaches inside of me easily.

Speaker 1 (04:05):
I'm an idiot.

Speaker 3 (04:07):
He doesn't want this. I drop my hand and spin
away from him. Oh God, I know, I'm sorry. I
don't know what came over me. I shake my head,
unable to look at him, staring across the room. You've
been really kind, and I shouldn't. His fingers curve around

(04:31):
my wrist, pulling at me gently.

Speaker 1 (04:33):
The same thing that came over you has come over
me too.

Speaker 3 (04:38):
My heart skips a bit.

Speaker 1 (04:40):
But I invited you to shelter here with no agenda.
I need to know you believe that that you won't
think I'm taking advantage of the situation.

Speaker 3 (04:52):
Pleasure floods me, but it's quickly engulfed by bitterness. He
seems so perfect, just like Michael seemed perfect at the start,
But Nicol isn't Michael, and I'm definitely not the same
woman I was back then. In any event, I'm not

(05:14):
looking for a relationship. I've learned my lesson there. God
knows if I'll ever feel secure enough to want to
pursue anything long term. But in this moment, with this man,
my desire is big enough to cloud my doubts and questions.

(05:35):
The future feels a long way away, as though tomorrow
hovers in an entirely different universe. Bawling my courage, I
lift onto the tips of my toes so our lips
are just an inch apart. And if I want to
take advantage.

Speaker 1 (05:55):
Of the situation, what do are you dem What does
that mean? God help me?

Speaker 3 (06:01):
The last words are smothered by his lips as he
crushes them to mine. It's a kiss of complete and
total possession. My knees are weak. His arm clamps behind
my back, as though he knows that without his support
I might slide right to the ground. You're safe. Stars

(06:27):
explode through my mind, Celestial dust blowing through all the
dark spaces, filling me with light and heat and warmth
and yes, safety. His other hand cradles my head, his
fingers pushing through my rain dampened hair. So I moan,

(06:49):
opening my mouth wider our tongue's jewel. But it's not
a fine, No, it's a capitulation in every sense of
the word. Only. I don't feel as though I'm surrendering.
I feel victorious, like I'm reclaiming an important part of myself,

(07:11):
as though this simple act of passion can stitch something
of myself back into place, just as I'd been before. Michael.
My hands pressed to his chest, seek his shirt, pushing
it so my fingertips can connect with the naked expanse

(07:34):
of his muscular abdomen. He's so warm, and that heat
spreads through me. He speaks in his native tongue, the
foreign words firing inside my body, landing in the pit
of my abdomen need gross. The storm rate is wild

(07:57):
outside the window, but neither of us hear. Our own
storm is so much more intense, so much more demanding.
He lifts me, easily, holding my body breast to his
own as he carries me through the house, shouldering a
door to a darkened room. Brasanchus, he flicks a light

(08:20):
switch on a sexy grin accompanying the gesture. I look
around for just as long as it takes to ascertain
that we're in a bedroom. In answer, my hands find
his shirt again, pushing it up his body.

Speaker 1 (08:36):
Perfect. I'm emma, the bedroom or my body both.

Speaker 3 (08:43):
I'm kissing him again, my hands working the button of
his pants, unfastening them so I can shove the fabric
down his legs without breaking the kiss. He steps out
of them with the same degree of urgency, and I
laugh for no reason except in this moment, I'm deliriously,

(09:04):
uncontainably happy. He wears only boxer shorts, and the sight
of him strikes awareness through me. Uncertainty and doubts are
always lurking, and they tap my spine now, reminding me
how long it's been since I've done this. And he's
so different, completely unlike anyone I've ever met.

Speaker 1 (09:29):
You are incredibly beautiful.

Speaker 3 (09:32):
The words drag me right back to the present, pulling
me into the room, filling me with sensual awareness. There's
no room for doubt. This is right, It's perfect. I
lift my hands into the air in a gesture of
unspoken invitation. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows and

(09:58):
then he's lifting the jumper he'd given me earlier, pulling
it softly over my head before letting it drop to
the floor. I'm surprised. I don't feel more self conscious,
but I'm just not even when his eyes drop. So
he's staring at me, taking in every detail, and my

(10:21):
nipples pull taut and begin to tingle against the fabric
of my bra So beautiful. The words are deep, but
his smile is sexy and sweet all at once. He
shakes his head, almost as though he can't believe it,
and I want to tell him such extravagant praise isn't necessary.

(10:45):
I don't need it, and I don't believe it. No words,
I lift a finger and press it to his lips.
It's easier, he scrunches his nose.

Speaker 1 (10:57):
Really uh huh, as easy as.

Speaker 3 (11:00):
He grabs me by the hips and lifts me up,
dropping me unceremoniously onto the bed, So I laugh and
scramble onto my elbows. As easy as what this? He
wraps his mouth around one of my nipples, his tongue
circling the sensitive flesh, teasing it, rolling it, pulling it,

(11:22):
so I whimper and arch my back, desire driving me utterly.
Wild heat pulls between my legs. God, I cry, and
he smiles against my breast, his finger and thumb press

(11:42):
to my other nipple, clamping down on it with just
enough pressure to make stars shoot across my eyelids.

Speaker 1 (11:51):
This is wow. I thought we weren't talking.

Speaker 3 (11:56):
He brought the full weight of his body down on me,
his arousal between my legs, a stark reminder of what
was about to happen. A kaleidoscope of butterflies is rampaging
inside my belly. I meant compliments. He rolls his hips,

(12:17):
pressing his arousal to my sex. So, despite the barrier
of his boxes and the shorts he'd given me earlier,
I'm incandescent with pleasure.

Speaker 1 (12:27):
I can't tell you that you're beautiful.

Speaker 3 (12:30):
I don't need to hear it. I pushed his boxes,
needing more, needing to feel him, needing to be possessed
by him. Please. He pulls up, shifting his mouth to
my other nipple, but this time, instead of closing his

(12:51):
mouth over it, he simply flicks it with his tongue.
It was already so sensitive from the way he finger
and thumb had been toying with it. Seconds ago, so
the sheer hint of contact from his mouth sends my
senses into overdrive. His hands roam my body, running down

(13:16):
my sides with a lightness of touch that is infuriating
because it's simply not enough. I need everything he can
give me, and I need it right this instant. At
my waist, his hands find the elastic of the shorts

(13:36):
and lower it, easing them from my body. I left
my bottom to make it easier. His hands don't leave
my legs long. Once he's discarded the shorts. Starting at
my ankles, he begins a slow cruise upwards towards my thighs,
where he pushes a little, separating my legs, writhing on

(14:01):
the bed beneath him, impatient, hungry for him. Don't forget
a condom. Honestly, I'm a bit surprised I've remembered.

Speaker 1 (14:13):
I will when it's time.

Speaker 3 (14:16):
There's a promise in that statement. I don't get a
chance to ask what he means. His mouth connects with
my sex, his tongue, his clever, clever tongue, moving slowly
at first, and then more intently, buzzing my sensitive cluster

(14:37):
of nerves until I'm burning up it was so intimate.
My cheeks explode with warmth, but I don't think for
even one moment of asking him to stop. Instead, my
hands find his hair, running through it, holding on. Pleasure

(15:00):
threatens to burst through me, tearing me apart completely. When
I'm at the brink of breaking, he moves faster, his
tongue tormenting me, lashing me until I'm trembling. I arched

(15:20):
my back and push down against him, and then I'm
tumbling across the edge of the earth, exploding against his mouth,
exploding with his name on my lips, over and over again. Ah,

(15:46):
It's unrelenting. Even as I come, he doesn't stop. So
I'm fire in flame, desperate for him, even as I'm
at the end of my tolerance. It's for pleasure. Somehow,
he knows. He understands and pulls away, moving his mouth

(16:09):
to my inner thigh, kissing the flesh there, before moving
back to my sex, kissing me more gently, allowing me
time to breathe to recover before he begins his next incursion.
This time, a finger moves inside me, and I'm moan,

(16:30):
shaking my head, desperate and terrified of the strength of
my desperation. Even as I know I would happily surrender
to this anytime, anywhere. He watches me in a way
that makes me feel precious and special and sexier than sin.

(16:57):
He watches me in a way that I love. Mikey
wants to understand everything about me so he can pleasure
me over and over.

Speaker 2 (17:13):
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(17:35):
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