Sunday Snoggery – A Warm Welcome Home. Phew

This weeks Sunday Snog offering comes from Darkest, book 3 in The Dark Side trilogy which goes on general release this Friday, 18 October. But you can snap it up now from Total-E-Bound, and still get a lip-smacking, juicy 10% discount for the next few days.

The first two books are up for grabs anywhere you usually buy your ebooks, and Darkening is now available in print

Amazon.co.uk  Amazon.com  Barnes and Noble  All Romance  Total-E-Bound  Sony  Kobo

Sainsburys

 And don’t forget to check out the rest of the lip-action on http://blissekiss.co.uk/. Enjoy!

I’m dreaming of Nathan, his gentle, skilful hands running across my body. My breasts cupped in his palms, his thumbs stroking then squeezing my nipples. He’s behind me, his warm, hard chest close up to my back, his low voice whispering in my ear.

“Wake up, baby. I need you. Now. I need to fuck you, now.”

“Hmm.” I wriggle contentedly, snuggling my bottom against the hard shaft nestling between the cheeks of my bum. God that feels so real. This is one shit-hot dream!

“Eva, wake up now or so help me I’m fucking you anyway. And you’ll not want to miss this, baby.”

“What…?” I dreamily roll onto my back, one arm flung across my face, only to yelp in surprise as my legs are pushed apart—none too gently—and two, then three fingers slide into me. I hear the familiar sound of wet, sensitive flesh sucking on slick fingers and struggle to gather my scattered thoughts. Before I can prise my eyes open he enters me with one quick, hard thrust—and I know this is no dream. Nathan is here, he’s back, and he’s inside me. I groan, arch, and link my hands behind his back. At last I open my eyes and smile into that gorgeous face, all masculine beauty and tight with sexual tension, his mouth a harsh line of need.

“Welcome home.” The words are whispered, but none the less passionately delivered. No one was ever more welcome, I think, than Nathan at that moment.

He curves his lips slightly to smile back, leaning in to drop a brief kiss on my mouth. “Hello, beautiful.” His words are ground out. “This is gonna be fast. Try to keep up if you can. If not, don’t worry, I’ll be back for you.” Then he loops his arms behind my knees, bringing my legs up and forcing them wide to let him in. His thrusts are hard, deep, fast. I scream, the sound muffled into his shoulder, the pleasure beyond imagining. His orgasm is there in seconds, I feel the hot wash of his semen filling me, flowing up and across my cervix, and forced back down around his shaft by the sheer bulk of his erection. I feel the dampness on the sheet below me. He pauses, his first crisis of need met, and he leans in again, this time to kiss me long and deep. He plunges his tongue between my lips, tasting me, stroking the inside of my mouth as he is stroking my core with his solid, thick cock, hardening again inside me, stretching me in that glorious, delightful way he has. I feel…wonderful. Complete. Full.

I manage to gasp out a welcome. “Oh God, Nathan, it’s so good to see you. When did you…?”

“Later. Now it’s your turn, sweetheart.”

His thrusts are slow, easy, carefully angled to hit that inner spot I now know so well. Nathan knows his way around me even better than I do—definitely no need for the proverbial torch and compass to find my G-spot. I writhe under him, circling my hips and squeezing tight around his thick, hard shaft. He slides his hand between us to stroke my eager clit, and I groan. He pushes himself up to kneel above me, still deep inside but with his legs under mine, my thighs spread wide, my body open to him. Using his thumbs he gently, lazily strokes my clit and I come immediately, once, hard and brutal, then again, more slowly. I’m grasping the pillow beside my head and my eyes are closed. I can hear his voice, urging me on, ordering me to come again. I do. His rhythm is slow, powerful, accurate. I am draped over him, unable to move even if I want to. But there’s absolutely nowhere else I’d rather be. Ever. I’m passive, greedy, riding on a wave of pulsing sensation, rocked by the firecrackers of multiple orgasms shooting through me, tingling, shattering my senses. Christ, he’s so very good at this.Image

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