Sight Unseen by Susan Mac Nicol with Nicholas Downs
Excerpt:
He
adjusted my hands, so that one cupped one side of the clay while the other was
placed over the top, fingers over my other hand. “Using the heel of this hand,”
he tapped on the one over the top, “start to press down firmly in the middle of
the clay, creating a depression. Keep it steady, and use your fingers to press
your hand against the clay, keeping it in place. Use the water, make sure it’s
kept wet. Things are always better when they’re wet.” I swallowed but obeyed,
my cock now in an unbearable state of ready-to-launch mode. “You, my friend,
are a plagiarist.” I wasn’t sure if that was the right word to use for someone
who copied film scenes, not literature, but it was all I had. I was proud I was
even able to speak. I watched as the clay began to shrink downward, creating
more of an uneven bowl-like shape. “What do you mean?” Nate’s fingers rubbed
against mine teasingly. “Oh come on. Ghost? The movie with Patrick Swayze and
Demi Moore? You mean to tell me you aren’t re-creating that scene—my favorite
scene of the whole film as you well know—for my benefit? And from the feel of
it, your gratification?” Nate’s tongue licked my ear as he chuckled, and that
sexy sound drove me crazier. “I knew you’d get it. I’ve been waiting ages to do
this with you. It’s such a turn on.” He nibbled at my ear and pulled my
ponytail at the same time. A surge of pleasure went straight to my cock and I
gasped. I’d had enough of his teasing.
