Sunday Snog – A Bit of Rough

Sunday Snog

A Bit of RoughI have literally run out of new snogs (though I have lots of upcoming releases so hopefully that will be rectified soon!) so I’ve had to recycle an older one. I don’t think you’ll mind though. Here’s a snog-tastic snippet from my erotic short story, A Bit of Rough:

I followed the sound into the tiny kitchen and padded up behind him, unsure if he’d heard me or not. I wasn’t bothered if he had noticed me or not; by this point, I just wanted to claim my prize.

I slipped my arms around his waist, deliberately pushing my breasts into his back and whispered into his ear, “Come on sweetie, I’m sure those can wait, can’t they? We have better things to be getting on with.”

Andrew stretched across the draining board, swiftly wiped his hands on a tea towel, and turned in my arms. Leaning down to kiss me, he said, “We most certainly do.”

He tasted faintly of cigarette smoke and more strongly of peppermint from a mint or some gum he’d clearly been munching to mask the smell. Oddly, the combination was a turn on. I hated smoking, but somehow the dirty habit fit perfectly with his pure masculinity. Once again, I wasn’t sure if I was the hunter or the prey. But I didn’t care. I was about to get my bit of rough.

In classic cliché style, I took Andrew’s hand and led him in the direction of what I hoped was the bedroom—the only place in the flat where I’d yet to go.

Luckily, my powers of deduction were correct, and I opened the door and stepped inside, not knowing what to expect. I was pleasantly surprised and even more convinced his mum did his cleaning. His bedroom was definitely not as dirty as his smoking habit. As with the rest of the flat, the room was small but tidy. The bed was made up in simple blue cotton—phew. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to curb my hilarity if we’d started slipping and sliding on black silken sheets.

Andrew let go of my hand and headed to the window. Mercifully, he pulled the curtains shut. The last thing we needed was one of his exes peering through the window as we fucked—as had happened in one of the tales of his past that he’d regaled us with in the pub.

He sat on the bed, pulled off his shoes, tossed them out of the way, and beckoned to me. I slipped off my own shoes and walked over to him. As I stood in front of him, my breasts were directly in front of his face. He didn’t seem to mind and responded by cupping them together and grinning with undisguised delight at the impressive cleavage this created beneath my V-neck top.

I grinned back then leaned down to kiss him. His considerable stubble grazed my face, but it served only to heighten my arousal. Grabbing my waist, Drew pulled me toward him, and we tumbled onto the bed, where I ended up sat astride him. Like that wasn’t planned, eh?

From the off, I knew my hunch about his bedroom skills had been correct. His kissing technique and every touch were sublime. Before long, we were down to our underwear. That’s when I got my first surprise. I knew the guy had tattoos, but—wow. He was covered in them.

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