It doesn’t matter if I’m reading or writing, I love my sex scenes to be filled with passion. That’s what I find sexy, and that’s what warms my cheeks. It’s not the act...well, not that I don’t enjoy that part. But what makes the story smoulder of the page for me is the little details and the build-up. The way a hero touches his heroine and all the little things that make him―him. How he sees her, what being near her does to him, and all the emotions that make his heroine so beautiful to him...
It goes the other way too. I love to be inside the heroine’s mind. To understand why she finds this man attractive, to see the hero through her eyes, how he excites her and how it feels to have his hands on her body.
But then, adding to all of that is...the moment. You all know that moment―the one where you are completely consumed with lust. When nothing else matters except getting hot and heavy with the one you love. This is what I find is so important in writing love scenes. It’s taking this exact moment and drawing it out. Keeping that urgency, that outright need to be joined with another and having those emotions explode of the page. *fans self*
It’s really easy when writing love scenes to either go two ways you never want to. The first, the ick factor―you don’t want to make it a porno. For me, it’s really walking a fine line when writing erotic romance. What is too much? Truth is, there is no such thing. You can go as HOT as you want to and write the naughtiness thing your mind can create as long as you back it up. If you have a sweet character that is shy and have her doing things that would make your mama faint...then obviously, it won’t work. You have to give the reader time to accept that our heroine would be into the hot stuff instead of being appalled at what the hero is doing to her.
The next no-no for me is in regards to naughty words. I can think of one that just gives me hebejebes when I read it. Hmmm...how to put this. Well, think womanly bits and pieces, and with that in mind, think of the word that starts with C and ends with T. Oh yes, that word! Let me tell you I have seen this word used several times and it always shocks me. Would I ever use it? Only time will tell. But one thing is certain only use this word when it’s totally necessary. Don’t just throw it in there when the heroine is as sweet as apple pie, especially coming from her mouth. In a man’s monologue, yes, I could see that happen. If the situation turned into naughtyville and sexy words were being thrown around...yup, even then I could see it. But this is one thing I’m very particular on. I use certain words for certain characters. Not everyone would talk such naughty talk.
With all that said and done, the key to writing a sensual love scene is to be there...experience it with the characters, and focus on each and every detail of the moment. The passion, the desire, and the complete adoration that lovers feel when they are exploring new love together. Not only as a writer, but as a reader, I want to feel the hero’s touch right down to my toes and to be left waving my ereader around because I’m pretty sure it was just set on fire.
To share with you all just how I like to write my love scenes, here is a little snippet from my latest release, Whispers of Evil – The Watchers Book Two!! *Heat Warning*
“I’m back,” she whispered, now standing in the middle of the room.
He could see her tremble, the fear of what was to come reflected in her eyes. He’d rectify that. She might be afraid of his touches for now. She probably worried that this would hurt, but he would bring her to a point where she begged for his advances. Bring her to a state where she whispered his name from her pouty mouth. “Come here, Nayeli.”
She paused, a moment that left Griffin’s breath in his throat. Her soft green eyes were wide and looked worried. “I...I...”
He let out a long breath and went to her. With each step he took, she reciprocated by taking a step back. He stopped, not wanting to startle her. “Why do you fear me?”
She looked away from his gaze to the prevalent bulge in his black shorts that appeared the moment he saw her. “It’s not you so much, as that.”
Withholding his grin was near impossible. He began his approach to her again in slow, steady movements. She continued her movement backwards until she met the wall with a loud thud. She gasped.
“You fear it now, but in time, you will grow to crave it.”
“I’m not sure I can do this,” she whispered.
He closed in on her, stopped in front of her, and looked down into those eyes that could melt his soul. “You can.” He gave her a firm look. “And you will.”
He leaned down close to her mouth, and her breath came out in quick pants he was sure were due to fear. “Nayeli, you’re safe with me. I have waited years, more years than you could fathom, to have you just like this. I’m only pleased that no one has shared your bed. You have a right to be nervous, even a right to fear what will happen here, but this has to be done, not only for you to join our house, but because I cannot wait another moment not being connected to your body.”
“Will it...” She looked up to him with sweet innocent eyes. “Will it feel good?”
He grinned. “I will ensure it does.” Then, he ran his finger along her soft rosy cheek. “Of course, it may hurt a little at first, but I promise to erase that pain with pleasure.”
A little smile lifted the side of her face. She stepped in closer, and her body came tight against his hardened length. “Well...that doesn’t sound so bad.”
He arched his brow, grinning in return. “No, it doesn’t.” Then, he leaned down and captured her lips, gentle at first, testing her ways. His hands came up around her face as he titled her head back, bringing her mouth higher to meet his. Slowly, she succumbed and parted her lips, and he continued with open mouth kisses. He worked his mouth along with hers in a manner that would weaken her in the knees.
She sighed against his mouth. He took it as an invitation, and lightly he released his tongue from his mouth, skimming her bottom lip. Her sigh came again, this time more heated. She parted her lips wider as he continued to work his lips with hers in a slow movement. He slipped his tongue past her lips and connected with her warm wet tongue. A growl rose from his throat from the taste of her, the feel of her. His only thoughts were of her lips below. Would she be as warm and as wet as what he felt now?
With their tongues sliding across each other, their mouths continuing to work in unison, and her body slowly released the tension that had captured it. She came closer toward him, her arms reached up to stroke the muscles along his chest, and his cock throbbed at the feel of her small hands discovering him.
She made him feel powerful, a man capable of defending her at all cost. Her little frame was nothing in comparison to his strength, and he enjoyed that fact, enjoyed that if he picked her up, he could make love to her as he stood without a struggle.
Time for that would have wait. Now, he had to remember to be gentle. Her small body was going to have difficulty accepting his cock. For once, he wished he wasn’t as well endowed. She was going to have to stretch for him, and the pain, he suspected, would be great.
His lips stayed on hers, forcing her to lose herself in him. He brought his hands down from her face and ran his fingers slowly down her arms, pleased to feel her shudder. He took her hands in his and pulled her forward. Slowly, he stepped back. His legs hit the bed, and he opened his eyes as he removed his lips from her mouth.
Her eyes slowly opened, and her dark wide pupils met him. How beautiful she looked now―heated, filled with desire. He found it endearing.
He was going to enjoy teaching her, pleasuring her, and he was sure as hell going to enjoy watching her experience her climax for the first time. Slowly, ever so gently as to not scare her, he took the hem of her shirt and lifted it until she was bared. Just how I want her. Leaving her bra on, he ran his finger down the center of her chest, down to her belly button and along the rim of her pants.
Her reaction nearly made his control falter. She panted slightly and squeezed her thighs together. His only response was to clench his jaw in need and close his eyes. Clearly, she was eager for him to make his move, and witnessing that display nearly levelled him.
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I love the paranormal romance/urban fantasy genre and love a series more!! Nothing can hook me in more than an adventure and one that keeps on going. I love a page turner, one where I’m up at a ridiculous time and my eyes burn because I can’t stop reading. Witty characters, dominant men, danger, action, romance and hot sex―oh my! My novels are lighthearted fantasy, heart squeezing, thigh-clenching romance, and even give a good chuckle every now and again. I’m not a planner. I don’t write with a set idea because no matter what I plan, the characters’ voices always come through and demand I listen to them. So, I gave up trying to fight it!
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