Bliss by Opal Carew

continuing through her body, making her intensely aware of his masculine presence in front of her . . . of his hand only inches from her most intimate part . . . oh, yes, she did! Her internal muscles twitched.

    But the thought absolutely terrified her.

    An energy orgasm. That would totally negate her claim that sex was just a physical thing. No spirituality involved. No sexual energy. No sacred-sex mumbo jumbo.

    “Uh . . . no, that’s okay. What were you going to show me then?”

    “I wanted to show you how to use these chakras to increase your arousal. I know you don’t believe in the energy side of sex, but I was hoping you would just give it a try.”

    She nodded. She had to write this article, so she needed to find out as much as she could. And she didn’t want him to take his hand away just yet.

    “Okay, do you feel the heat from my hand?”

    She nodded.

    “That is energy flowing from me to you. You are absorbing it through your base chakra. Now, think of that energy flowing upward to your sacral chakra.”

    She almost jumped as he rested his other hand on her belly again, just below her navel, heating her even more.

    “Just think of the energy moving up from your base chakra to your sacral chakra.” He pressed his hand down slightly on her belly. “Right here . . . then back down, forming a circle of flowing energy. New energy is flowing in all the time, joining the flow. A fire is building inside you . . . in your sexual center.”

    An incredible heat built within her. And along with it, an incredible yearning.

    “Do you feel it?” he asked.

    “Oh, yes.” Damn, her voice sounded so deep and needy.

    “To have an energy orgasm, we would continue up the chakras, drawing this energy through the entire body one chakra at a time.”

    She nodded, enjoying the heart-thumping intensity of the energy flowing through her body. Not energy, really. She knew it was just a state of mind suggested by his words and the positioning of his hands, but the result was . . . spectacular. Her hormones were thrumming and she was incredibly turned on. She could feel liquid heat pooling between her legs.

    J.M. drew his hands away and she had to stifle a moan of frustration. She shifted in her chair and felt a little dizzy. He wrapped his hands around her arms to steady her.

    “So that’s what you do in Tantric sex?” she asked.

    “That’s barely scratching the surface. I didn’t walk you through the breathing. . . .”

    His words faded from her attention as the intensity of her desire for him overwhelmed her. She leaned toward him and stopped his flow of words with a kiss. Her arms coiled around his neck and she pulled him against her, her lips moving on his with ardent need.

    “Tantra lesson later. Right now . . . what I really want . . .”

Chapter Eight

    As J.M. stared at her wide, smoldering blue eyes, so full of need, his own sexual energy swelled.

    He captured her lips and teased them with his tongue, then plunged inside. Her tongue danced with his as she fumbled with his shirt. As her fingers released his buttons, he rested his hand on her lower back, then glided upward slowly, drawing the sexual energy up through her body. She shoved his shirt from his shoulders and he untangled himself from it, then tossed it aside. They both stood up and pulled her dress over her head and dropped it to the floor. His gaze slid to her sexy red and black lace bra, lingering on her breasts swelling from the top, then he glanced down her slender torso to the tiny matching panties. His cock swelled.

    She tugged down his zipper and her delicate hand stroked over his bulge. Wrapping her fingers around his shaft, she drew his cock out and began stroking it. He released the button and let the pants fall to the floor, then he shed his briefs.

    She grasped him again and crouched down, then licked the tip of him. Her mouth surrounded his cockhead, enveloping him in warmth. She swirled her tongue