The other day I was enjoying a quiet afternoon reading a book by a ‘new-to-me’ author. The hero was beyond yummy, the heroine a woman I know I would be friends with if she were real. The chemistry between them sizzled, and the story was exciting.
I was more than three quarters of the way through, excited that the h/h had found their way back to each other and that they were expressing their joy in a steamy, naked fashion! Up to this point, the love scenes had been extremely well-written, a great blend of emotion and inventiveness.
For purposes of this discussion, let’s name the heroine Bitsy, and the hero Stryker – why? Because I want to!
Now close your eyes and picture this. Bitsy is lying on her back. Stryker is surging into her with powerful thrusts and plundering her mouth with fiery kisses. While “still buried deep in her welcoming pussy”, he leans down to kiss around the jeweled ring in her belly button.
What??????????????? Does this man have no spinal cord? Is his penis three feet long? Is he a performer with Cirque Du Soleil??
I figured I must have missed something, skipped a sentence, so I re-read the preceding paragraphs, but nope, there was great detail about how tightly they were connected, etc. And this contortionist move was not simply one sentence. The scene was in Bitsy’s POV, and the entire paragraph was devoted to all of the stimulation she was receiving from Stryker’s talented tongue and plundering manhood at the same time!!!
I’m not sure I’m going to be able to finish this book.
Have a great weekend~