If you regularly check out my blog you’ll know that the past few things I’ve posted have been about Giovanna & Dylan. Unlike most of what I write, there was no big, complex story planned for them. I didn’t know about their past, I had no idea what lay ahead for them… I wrote one off, ‘in the now’ erotica scenes.
Then I wrote the start of a new short story. But I couldn’t figure out what happened next. One day I sat down to figure it out and next thing I knew the story had taken on a life of its own; it wasn’t me writing the story, the story was the one in charge, I had absolutely no control over what I was writing.
I still don’t.
Because it’s been ages since I posted I am going to finish a recently completed sex scene, but I may post more of the lead up, in the coming days.
Giovanna had been staring out at the ocean for a couple of minutes when she finally became aware of Dylan’s fingertips lightly stroking her hip. She smiled and closed her eyes, a sudden, intense feeling of calm washing over her, making her feel almost as if she was floating. Whereas her heart had been racing what felt like moments before, it was now slow and steady, the rush of adrenalin had stopped and had been replaced with, well, she wasn’t sure what it was, but it certainly felt like the opposite of adrenalin.
Needing to feel closer to Dylan, Giovanna melted back into him, enjoying the warmth and strength of his body against hers. She truly felt protected in his arms, physically and mentally, and perhaps it was that that had been the biggest healer of all for her. He’d been her everything over the past eleven months and she knew she wouldn’t have made it through without him.
For the three months after losing Lucia, when her mental state had been at its worst, Dylan had done the work of two adults. As well as the day-to-day household tasks, he’d arranged to work from home so he could be right by her side. When she was awake he’d sit in bed with her and alternate between working and holding her while she cried, or worse, while she just lay there in an almost catatonic state, unable to talk, unable to cry, unable to think, unable to be.
He’d taken the brunt of her emotions as she worked through the stages of grief, including a lot of anger that resulted in her, quite frankly, being a nasty bitch to him. She apologised numerous times for her angry outbursts but Dylan had reassured her he understood the anger wasn’t coming from a rational place and that he knew it was part and parcel of her working through her grief. Often she felt as if she hadn’t let Dylan go through his own grieving process, but she knew that wasn’t really the case and that he’d dealt in his own way.
The feeling of warm breath on her neck again focused her and Giovanna instinctively pressed back against Dylan, breath hitching when she felt his fingers tighten on her hip at the same time she noticed a certain hard ridge developing against her bottom. For a split second she wondered if she was just imagining it, but upon feeling Dylan’s lips pressing softly against the crook of her neck, she knew she wasn’t reading the situation wrong. Continue reading