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  Synopsis

  Flesh and Bone. What every woman is made of. Beautiful, daring, naughty, sensual. She has a fantasy, she wants to go higher, she searches for her own definition of love. She never says never, has her first orgasm, yearns for the everlasting. This is woman. You, me, the girl next door. We are all flesh and bone.

  An eclectic collection of lesbian erotica, the stories in Flesh and Bone are as individual as every woman. From the sweetest petals of romance to the thorny edges of desire, our stories are as individual as we are. Yet one theme remains constant and keeps us intertwined…we are all Flesh and Bone.

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  Acclaim for Ronica Black's Fiction

  Hearts Aflame

  “Sleek storytelling and terrific characters are the backbone of Ronica Black’s third and best novel, Hearts Aflame. Prepare to hop on for an emotional ride with this thrilling story of love in the outback.”—Lambda Book Report

  “Hearts Aflame takes the reader on the rough and tumble ride… The twists and turns of the plot engage the reader all the way to the satisfying conclusion.”—Just About Write

  In Too Deep

  “In Too Deep, by newcomer Ronica Black, is emotional, hot, gripping, raw, and a real turn-on from start to finish, with characters you will fall in love with, root for, and never forget. A truly five star novel, you will not want to miss In Too Deep and will look forward to Black’s next novel, Wild Abandon.” —Midwest Book Review

  “Ronica Black’s debut novel In Too Deep has everything from nonstop action and intriguing well-developed characters to steamy erotic love scenes. From the opening scenes where Black plunges the reader headfirst into the story to the explosive unexpected ending, In Too Deep has what it takes to rise to the top. Black has a winner with In Too Deep, one that will keep the reader turning the pages until the very last one.”—Independent Gay Writer

  “…an exciting, page turning read, full of mystery, sex, and suspense.”—MegaScene

  “…a challenging murder mystery—sections of this mixedgenre novel are hot, hot, hot. Black juggles the assorted elements of her first book with assured pacing and estimable panache.”—Q Syndicate

  “Black’s characterization is skillful, and the sexual chemistry surrounding the three major characters is palpable and definitely hot-hot-hot…if you’re looking for a solid read with ample amounts of eroticism and a red herring or two you’re sure to find In Too Deep a satisfying read.”—L Word Literature

  Wild Abandon

  “Black is a master at teasing the reader with her use of domination and desire. Black’s first novel, In Too Deep, was a finalist for a 2005 Lammy…With Wild Abandon, the author continues her winning ways, writing like a seasoned pro. This is one romance I will not soon forget.”—Just About Write

  “If you enjoy complex characters and passionate sex scenes, you’ll love Wild Abandon.”—MegaScene

  Flesh and Bone

  © 2009 By Ronica Black. All Rights Reserved.

  ISBN 13: 978-1-60282-277-1

  This Aeros Ebook is published by

  Bold Strokes Books, Inc.,

  New York, USA

  First Printing: May 2009

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission.

  Credits

  Production Design: Stacia Seaman

  Cover Image by Linda Scott and Stephanie K. Yorque

  Cover Design By Bold Strokes Books Graphics

  By the Author

  In Too Deep

  Deeper

  Wild Abandon

  Hearts Aflame

  Flesh and Bone

  Acknowledgments

  My heartfelt thanks to my beta readers, Lori, Jenny, Eva, and Kathi Isserman. Thanks so much for your advice and support. My thanks to my editor Cindy Cresap. It was a pleasure. Special thanks to photographer Linda Scott, cover model Stephanie K. Yorque, and graphic designer Lee Ligon for an incredible cover. And to Radclyffe, for allowing me to have way more fun than I should.

  Dedication

  We all have different definitions of love, eroticism, beauty, etc. The stories in this book represent mine, but many can be switched around to fit one’s own definitions.

  This book is dedicated to the process of that defining… Oh, what a wonderful ride.

  For the heart is an organ of fire.

  —The English Patient

  Introduction

  F is for Fantasy

  L is for Love

  E is for Erotic

  S is for Sensual

  H is for Higher

  A is for Animal

  N is for Never

  D is for Daring

  B is for Beautiful

  O is for Orgasm

  N is for Naughty

  E is for Everlasting

  Flesh and Bone. What every woman is made of. Beautiful, daring, naughty, sensual. She has a fantasy, she wants to go higher, she searches for her own definition of love. She never says never, has her first orgasm, yearns for the everlasting. This is woman. You, me, the girl next door. We are all flesh and bone.

  An eclectic collection of lesbian erotica, the stories in Flesh and Bone are as individual as every woman. From the sweetest petals of romance to the thorny edges of desire, our stories are as individual as we are. Yet one theme remains constant and keeps us intertwined: we are all Flesh and Bone.

  F is for Fantasy

  She’s on her way home and I’m ready but nervous.

  I wait by the door, fists opening and closing as if I’m waiting for the director to yell “action.” My heart thuds, but so does my clitoris, the small cock in my jeans pressing against it. Both cause my hands and knees to tremble.

  I’m trying to shake the jitters when I hear her car and peer out the window. She climbs out, slings her purse onto her shoulder, and heads for the stairs. Her heels click-clack and echo as she makes her way up. My heart seems to pump in tune with her steps.

  Up and up she comes, like she’s climbing to meet me for the very first time. I can remember it like it was yesterday, and I can recall that I was just as nervous.

  I wait behind the door. Her footfalls stop and I can hear her digging around in her purse. She keeps the majority of her keys on a separate ring from her thick single car key. I know this about her and it does something strange to me. The familiarity comforts me, but knowing what it is I’m about to do to her both frightens and excites me.

  The key slides into the dead bolt, and my heart lodges in my throat. The world around me slows, and I can envision the metal grinding of the key, the spark it creates as it meets and slides into its unique crevice. There’s a heavy click, and my heart drops back into my chest again, the world rushing back in normal speed.

  The knob turns and the door opens.

  This is it. Now or never, now or never.

  She steps inside and quickly I push the door closed and cover her mouth with my right hand.

  Her muffled cry is one of shock and surprise, and I feel her body immediately tense. Her back is to me so I cannot see her face. I have no idea if she scared or intrigued.

  “Don’t move.” My throat sounds raw and I can’t believe I’m doing this. Can’t believe it’s happening.
/>   She’s silent for a moment, and all I can hear are my rapid breathing and the insane pounding of my heart. But then a long, single second later, she moans and it’s long and deep and full of recognition and approval.

  She knows. Oh God, yes, she knows. And she wants it.

  I close my eyes, suddenly overcome with lust. My teeth find her earlobe, and the rose and sandalwood scent of her perfume shoots through my body. She thrusts her ass against my crotch and my eyes roll back into my head, overloaded with desire.

  I remove my hand from her mouth as her purse and keys crash to the floor. She tries to turn to face me, but I don’t let her, pressing her against the door instead. She exhales, misting the door, one cheek pressed just below the peephole.

  “What are you going to do to me?” she asks.

  I know what I’m supposed to say, but I find myself speaking with my body instead, forcing it full on against her. I lick her ear, around the outside to the inside. She reacts in an instant, like a bolt of lightning just shot up her spine.

  The intensity, the raw desire, the quickness of our breathing, I’m into it now. Diving deeper and deeper. The words come surprisingly easy and they teeter in my mouth, balancing on the jagged cliffs of desire.

  “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast. I’m going to fuck you hard and slow. I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”

  Her breath hitches in her throat.

  “Did you hear me?” Yes, I’m feeling it now. Demanding it. It’s overwhelming.

  She nods.

  My hand trails down over her ass where I slip in beneath the skirt. Her cheeks are fleshy, yet firm and full. I smooth along the panties, pressing the fabric into her crack, teasing, testing. She wants me there, beckons me with her heat and her thrusts into my hand. But instead I move lower, going down to where her warm thigh muscles tremble.

  “Don’t move,” I whisper. This fantasy, I realize, might as well have been mine.

  The realization only stokes my inner fire more, to the point where if I don’t escape the heat, I will burn. Hurriedly, I shove her skirt up. Her round ass is covered by lacy white boy short panties and accompanied by a white garter leading down to her sheer hose.

  She has worn this just for me. Hoping that today would be the day.

  My want for her suddenly becomes an ache. It hurts. It burns. It yearns.

  I go to my knees and trail my tongue where my fingers have been, starting with her outer thigh and up to the outer edge of her panties. I kiss and nibble a bit and then push my tongue under the lace. She jerks and cries yes. But I leave her wanting and then do the same to the inner thigh, my tongue going up and pushing into the crotch of her panties.

  She cries again and she’s pushing herself back into my face. She’s warm and moist, and I’m careful not to touch her most sensitive flesh, rimming the outside again and again.

  She softly moans, trying to move. I hold her tight and stand. Again, I go to her ear and suck her lobe, holding it firmly between my teeth.

  “Do you want it?” I ask. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

  I flatten my palm firmly into her back and lick her ear again slowly, from the outside in.

  “Say it,” I demand. Oh, I know my lines well and I’m beginning to love the way they sound.

  She mumbles in response, but I can’t understand her. Instead of asking again, I unbutton my fly and urge the head of the cock against her, rubbing it in the crotch of her panties. Her cry is soft but sudden, and I press the head in further, giving her a good, long feel of what’s to come. She moans and pushes into me, her palms on the door. I can feel the heat from her flesh against my fingertips as I tease her.

  “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

  I hear her breath hitch as she speaks.

  “I want it. I want you. Oh God, I want it so bad.”

  Her words are searing hot swords. They fly into my ears and stab my brain. I feel dizzy and I hold her tightly as the cotton in my head begins to pound. It’s different from the thud of my heart. It’s heavy and foggy and charged with electricity, urging me on.

  My fingers find her panties. Lace. Rough yet soft. Up and under I go to both cheeks, full of thick muscle and warm blood. I massage, squeezing and rubbing. And a strange noise arises from my throat.

  Guttural want.

  I tug down her panties. Nearly tear them in two.

  A strange noise arises from her throat.

  Guttural need.

  Panties kicked aside, I hold her hips and watch her, cheek still pressed to the door. Her eyes are closed, her brow tense. Her coral lips are slightly parted, moist breath clouding the wood of the door. I lean into her, moving her thick dark hair from her neck. I kiss her there softly and allow her heated perfume to permeate my mind. It goes straight to my brain, then to my heart; in a lightning-quick flash, it’s at my aching flesh.

  I feel her heart beat, feel her breathing. My hands go down and lift her ass cheeks. I slap them and she jerks, but then groans in pleasure. My hands go lower to her inner thighs where I urge her legs further apart. She complies quickly and I go down to my knees again. My tongue finds her hurriedly, licking up and down her thighs, up to her ass and back down again. Then up into her crotch where I rim her smooth, dripping lips. She bucks into me, voice crying softly. She’s pleading. Begging. She’s ready.

  Standing, I slip two fingertips just inside her lips and she’s hot and thick and slick. My eyes threaten to once again roll back into my head. She forces herself backward, trying to take in my fingers. I hold her still while I ready the cock, covering it in her slickness, stroking it up and down.

  I’m hot and I’m long and I’m hard. My face burns with heat.

  I lead the head to her lips and move it around, giving her another feel.

  She says things I’ve never heard her say before. In a voice that sounds heavy and strained. “Please, now, I’ll do anything, hurry, now, fuck, I want it, I have to have it, fucking hurry, oh God, fuck, please…” When her fist pounds the door, I do it.

  I plunge into her.

  Her cry is fervent.

  And then there is silence.

  Her breathing slows and her body feels tight like a stretched bow.

  I stand very still, so turned on everything around us seems to melt away. This is her first time, and I know I must go slowly.

  Deliberately, I run my hands under her blouse, undo her bra, and slowly and carefully I find her breasts. I tease them lightly and pinch the nipples, savoring the creamy soft feel of them, the slight weight of them in my hands. I whisper that I love her, and when her breathing increases again, I move.

  Hands back on her hips, I pull away slowly and then push back into her. Her cry is blistering. I do it again. And again.

  “Oh God,” she says. “It fucking feels—ah, it burns. Burns so good.”

  I keep going, in and then out, in and then out. Fucking her long and slow.

  “It’s filling me. So full, ah, so much.”

  Her words and quick cries are music to my ears. And I keep on, until her hips are bucking back against me and she’s panting with pleas for more.

  “You want it?” I ask.

  She can barely speak. “Yeah—yeah—yes.”

  I pump her harder and faster and ask if it feels good.

  She can’t seem to reply with words anymore. Only guttural groans.

  I hear the smacking of the cock, the wet tightness of her pussy. The base of the cock is slamming into me, faster and harder, fucking my clit. Heat powerfully floods my face. I’m ready to go over. To not only tumble along with the surge of Niagara Falls but to actually leap off into it. And when she pushes back from the door, bends further at the waist, and holds tight to the doorknob, I dive headfirst into the crashing mist.

  I come so hard my body seems to implode. My hands dig into her sides, my hips thrusting as hard and as fast as they can. I cry out, saying fa-uuck over and over again and she starts saying, “Yeah, baby, give it to me.”
She laughs a wicked deep laugh and says it feels so fucking good until “Mmm, mmm, mmm” is all she can manage.

  I keep going, mind on overdrive, body ready to collapse.

  Smack, smack, smack is all I hear.

  She arches her back, offering more of herself to me. I take it wholeheartedly and thrust into her. Her moans eventually form one single word.

  “Na-ow.”

  And then she screams, and it sounds like it came up from her fleshy core, through all the organs, into her chest, squeezed from her lungs, and forced out from her throat. It is the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard and it seems to go on forever.

  Teeth over my bottom lip, I keep pumping her. My own grunts sound foreign and my knees are threatening to buckle. She keeps coming. Long and deep and drawn out. One soul-bursting cry after another.

  When she stops I don’t notice at first. I’m caught up in my own reality, white sparks of pleasure floating around my head. She pulls herself up and leans against the door. I stop the thrusting and lean into her. We’re both breathing hard. Her perfume seems heavier and hot, sizzling off her skin. It makes me dizzy.

  We remain still for a few moments. Then, remembering her fantasy, I speak.

  “Turn around.” I ease myself out of her and she turns to face me. Her eyes are sparkling. The surface of a deep blue ocean lit by the teasing caress of the sun, the sparkles moving with the current, alive and alluring. Her cheeks are flushed, the skin of her neck a smeared red. Her lips seem thicker, full of hungry blood.