I moved back over her and teased my throbbing cock by pressing against her heat. That was too good. “Yes! Please!” she cried out scratching at me. So incredibly hot. I took a deep breath and tried to remind myself that I had to slow down. If I was going to bury myself deep inside her tonight she needed to be ready. There wasn’t anything I could do about the pain but I could make her feel real damn good first. I moved down her body kissing the inside of her bare thighs then lifted my eyes and looked into her surprised ones as I flicked my tongue out and ran it over her swollen clit. “RUSH!” she screamed as her hands grabbed wildly at the sheets. My heart slammed hard against my chest at the sound of her saying my name in a moan of pleasure. “God, you’re sweet,” I told her before taking another taste. I wasn’t lying to her. She really was the best thing I’d ever tasted. The innocence was new for me. It was fucking intoxicating. “Rush, please,” she whimpered. That was gonna be something I tucked away in my memory for another day. Hearing her beg me. “Please, what, baby. Tell me what it is you want.” She shook her head and the silent pleading desperation in her eyes almost made me let it go but I wanted to hear her say it. “I wanna hear you say it, Blaire,” I told her wanting to taste her again. “Please lick me again,” she begged. It was a miracle I didn’t come in my pants. “Damn,” I groaned before running my tongue inside the needy little pussy I was becoming fascinated with. I wanted her to come. I wanted to hear it. I sucked gently on her clit and she went stiff then bucked against my mouth before crying my name over and over. My patience was up. I jerked my pants off and slid on a condom before she had time to come down completely from her high. When her eyes opened I was moving back over her. “Condom is on; I need to be inside,” I whispered in her ear as I pulled her legs back open and pressed against her entrance. “Holyfuck, you’re so wet. It’s gonna be hard not to slip right in. I’m gonna try to go slow. I promise.” I had to use every ounce of will power in my body to keep from pushing inside her in one hard thrust. She wasn’t having it though. Her legs fell open further and she lifted her hips so that I slid further in. “Don’t move. Please baby, don’t move,” I begged as my resistance cracked and I pressed until I felt the barrier stopping me. “That’s it. I’m gonna do it fast but then I’ll stop once I’m in and let you get used to me.” I felt my entire body tremble as I prepared myself to willingly hurt her and send myself to heaven at the same time. Closing my eyes I gave it one hard thrust and Blaire cried out clinging to me. I froze. I wanted to pump into her like a man possessed but she was hurting and I cared. Fuck it, I cared. “Okay. I’m okay,” she assured me. I forced my eyes open and looked down at her. “Are you sure? ‘Cause baby, I want to move so damn bad.” She nodded and I didn’t ask again. I needed to move. I pulled back then plunged forward again waiting for Blaire to cry out or beg me to stop. “Does it hurt?” I asked holding very still. “No. I like it,” she said moving underneath me. The next thrust she moaned out and opened her legs wider. “You like that?” I asked unable to take my eyes off her. She was beautiful. She was also going to ruin me. Completely. “Yes. It feels so good.” I let go. I worked toward my release. She felt so good. So tight. So hot. I couldn’t get enough. “Yeah. God, you’re incredible. So tight. Blaire you’re so fucking tight,” my thoughts poured out of my mouth as my release drew closer. She pulled her knees up and pressed them into my hips making my penetration even deeper. I was gonna come. “Are you close, baby?” God please let her be about to come. “ I think,” she said softly and I knew I was at the end. I reached down and rubbed my thumb over her clit. She needed to fucking come. “AH! Yes right there,” she cried out as she clung to my arms. My vision blurred and my body exploded. A roar erupted from my chest and I knew at that moment I wanted this again. And again. (c) Fallen too far by Abbi GlinesSolche oder ähnliche Szene kommen in NA Büchern gerne mal vor. Es passt zur Sprache, zu den Problemen der Figuren, zum Klischée, welches die Bücher für die Leser zu etwas Besonderem machen. Das YA Publikum sucht vielleicht Antworten auf andere Fragen. Und nicht selten andere Beispiel für das erste Mal. Und wenn Großmütter, Tanten oder Mütter für ihre 14jährigen Leseratten in der Jugendbuchabteilung der Buchhandlungen (egal ob vor Ort oder online) nach einem angesagten Buch suchen, würden sie nicht schlecht staunen, wenn sie statt Young Adult plötzlich New Adult verpackt unter den Weihnachtsbaum legen. Wie viele von euch wissen, habe ich in beiden Genres geschrieben. Als Carrie Price die ‚Make it count‘-Reihe, eine klassische New Adult Story und als Adriana Popescu Young Adult wie ‚Ein Sommer und vier Tage‘ oder ‚Paris, du & ich‘. Obwohl natürlich viele Leser querbeet lesen und sich an beiden Untergenres erfreuen, gibt es doch auch welche, die mit NA oder YA nichts anfangen können und einen Bogen darum machen. Wenn nun Blogger/Leser ‚Ein Sommer und vier Tage‘ aus Unwissenheit als ‚klassische New Adult Geschichte‘ in ihren Rezensionen besprechen, könnte das aus zwei Gründen ungeschickt sein:
- Der NA Leser ist enttäuscht, weil es eben KEIN NA Buch ist, schreibt nach dem Lesen eine vernichtende Rezension.
- Der YA Leser macht einen Boden darum, weil ihm nicht nach Bad Boys, harten Sex und düsteren Geheimnissen in der Vergangenheit ist.