Mariposa Soul

Blurb

Andre Cordaire spends his time globetrotting around the world and flitting from bed to bed, never tempted to stay in any of them. Always searching for that soul his would recognize as the one he couldn't live without. A chance encounter teaches him something about himself he would never have expected.

Excerpt

His eyes were an intense, clear turquoise, as calm and deep as the glacier lake, reflecting the surrounding meadow, calling to Andre. He couldn't look away, mesmerized by this intriguing man.

He could feel Simon drawing closer, felt he should break the moment, tried to think rationally. Something was about to happen that was going to change everything he knew about himself. But hadn't that happened already? And he'd just been afraid to admit it?

Simon's hands lifted to cup Andre's face. He felt the strong warmth, was aroused by his touch, blood boiling inside him. His attention was drawn to the firm lines of Simon's mouth as it drew inexorably closer and then finally they were touching.

An electrical surge like lightning zapped through him at the first touch of those firm lips on his own. Unable to resist, he reached out to touch the warm, solid flesh of his arms and pulled him closer, wanted to feel his body touching, like in his dream.

Simon coaxed his lips apart with teeth and tongue and then he was driving inside Simon's mouth claiming him in ways Andre never could have imagined. His groin was pressed to Andre's, their erections sliding and gliding against each other, the friction driving Andre higher toward a summit of need, the intensity of desire like he'd never experienced before.

Simon broke the connection of their mouths and looked deep into Andre's eyes."I want you, Andre. I don't know if you're ready for it, but I want to fuck you. I knew we had connected in some special way last night, that you were the one to share my meadow with--my inner soul. But I want to experience all of you. Let me show you what it means to bond with another human being in all the ways that matter. Let me show you how to let go of the loneliness that I know exists inside of you, that I see in your eyes."

Andre couldn't breath, couldn't think. But he knew he wanted to feel those lips on his again. He wanted the erotic dream to be real. And although he'd never wanted a man before, he did want this man. Wrong or right, he had to have him.

"I want to know," was all he could manage to utter.

Simon's mouth claimed his again, as his hands reached forward to unbutton his shirt, pulling it from his pants. His own hands glided across Simon's naked sun-warmed, oil-slick flesh, hard peaks and valleys, firmly muscled ass. He ground his hips against Simon, the friction of male-to-male heat blinding him, urging his actions forward.

Simon worked slowly at helping Andre undress, taking his time, stroking his flesh, eating at his lips. Andre returned the caress, enjoying the feel of peaked, hard nipples, flat, strong chest, his hands exploring the contours of his rock-hard abs.

He sat on the ground and Simon bent to remove his boots, then began unbuckling the belt at his waist. As his hand brushed against his arousal, Andre inhaled sharply at the exquisite sensation. He wanted to be naked, to feel Simon's hot flesh against his own, grinding body to body in the cool, fresh meadow. He couldn't remember ever wanting anything as much as he wanted Simon right now. Finally, he was naked, feeling the warmth of the sun on his body, feeling free and uncluttered. Simon's mouth was on his skin, at his nipples, drawing them erect, razing with his teeth across his body, until finally he felt his mouth at his cock, surrounding and swallowing his hard prick inside the moist, hot, demanding chasm of his mouth.

It wasn't possible, but he felt like he was being consumed not only bodily, but his spirit was being drawn from him, through his cock and melding with Simon's soul. He pumped his hips against Simon’s demanding mouth, wanting to fly, drawn to Simon like the butterflies in the field, needing to be consumed by him...