hot-scene

She'd stutter all the reasons why she shouldn't, shaking her head adamantly. But her body..her body would grow hot with excitement. She'd get wet at the thrill of it. So fucking wet that i'd smell her, telling me she's not even wearing panties to smother her spicy scent. When my hand touched hers, still clutched to her chest, she'd flinch but she wouldn't pull away. She'd let me guide it between her swollen breasts and down to her flat belly, brushing the bit of exposed skin where the hem of her shirt rides up. Then I'd let her fingers play with the jewel in her navel, manipulating each digit as if that diamond-studded barbell was her clit. Demonstrating how I would stroke it for her.

I grip Colin harder, kissing him longer, unwilling to let him go. This is what I want; this is what I__e wanted since his damn phone interrupted us this morning, his mouth, his body claiming mine. I__ on fire, every muscle in my body attuned to his, my groin clenching with delicious need. When the voices grow louder his hold loosens. __on__ stop, please,_ I beg into his mouth. Diving into me once more his tongue slays me, erases every thought of the outside world until the passion has left us breathless and we have to break away if only to live. His forehead presses to mine as we gasp together, the cold air barely cooling the heat raging between us. -Midnight, A McKenna Chronicle

Dialogues must appear as natural as if coming from effortless writing. It must not sweat. Your beloved readers must not sweat. But here am I, literally sweating, because my characters are literally talking dirty in a steamy sweaty and bloody scene.

She lost herself in the kiss, moving her body against his, her excitement rising, the tension inside her spinning tighter and tighter.

Suddenly finding it hard to breathe. It wasn__ because his grip was too tight, mind you. It was just the sudden proximity. And he smelled so good, the scent of fresh coffee and rain clinging to his skin as he leaned in.

It__ so peaceful. I could go to sleep in here._ His eyes flickered to me once more, and for a dizzying second I wasn__ thinking about sleep or storms but about pressing my lips to his. I gave my head a slight shake and tried to slow my pulse

He pinned me in place with a direct look, his dark brown eyes smoldering. __ou__e Mary Jane,_ he said finally. __nd you have all these Flash Thompsons and Harry Osborns hovering around you, trying to make a move. Because...you__e basically amazing.