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Sunday Snog – Raising the Bar

Sunday Snog

Raising the BarHere’s a saucy snippet from my story, Raising the Bar, which is my first publication with Decadent Publishing. It will be released on the 19th October, as part of their super erotic The Edge range.

I dab at the spill, watching him from the corner of my eye. He either can’t see me looking, or doesn’t care, because he has removed his jeans, too. He stands there in tight black boxer shorts and little else, whilst he rifles around in his bag for his uniform. I bite my lip to suppress a lusty groan. God, he looks good enough to eat.

Or, you know, fuck.

He turns around. I look away quickly, but not before he’s caught me staring.

“You were looking at me?”

My blush gives me away, making lies futile.

“It is okay,” he says, moving towards me and lifting my chin. “I look at you, too. You are beautiful.” As I start to mumble a protest, he covers my lips with his fingers. “Do you like me?”

I look into his chocolate-colored eyes, powerless to do anything except nod. It’s like he’s got me under some kind of spell. A horny spell.

He takes my hand, and says, “I like you, too.”

Then he kisses me. He tastes of coffee and chocolate, and it makes me want to eat him up. His almost-naked form presses against me, as does the unmistakable bulge of his cock. I abandon the cloth and respond to his kiss, slip my arms around him and caress the smooth, slim, and yet athletic body beneath my hands. And it is well worth caressing—the blood thundering wildly in my veins testifies to that fact. What’s unusual is that I usually like my men big and beefy, capable of throwing me around in the bedroom, but there’s just something about him, with his narrow hips and tight bottom that make me tingle in all the right places.

As I begin to lose myself in his kiss, he pulls away. I open my mouth to protest then shut it promptly when he slips to the door, flips the lock, and rejoins me. Looking down, I see his erection making a sizable tent in his underwear. My pussy throbs. I want him. He follows my gaze, gives a wicked grin and shrugs, then kisses me again.

Maneuvering his hand between our bodies, Luciano slips it under my skirt, pulls the gusset of my knickers to one side, and touches my pussy. I’m already wet, and more juices begin to flow as he expertly strokes my slippery folds and teases my clit. I tremble a little. All these weeks of abstinence, and then he comes along. No wonder I’m so fucking horny. There’s plenty to be said for masturbation, but it doesn’t compare to the real thing. Especially not with him.

Check out the blurb here, and buy links will be added as they become available.

Also, don’t forget to head back to Victoria’s site and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!