Sunday, 8 July 2012

DESSERT anyone??

Hey, its Sunday Snog time again. Whoot!!

This week I am giving you a sneaky smooch preview from DESSERT which hits the virtual shelves at Ellora's Cave on Friday 13th - lucky for me I hope - Dessert is part of the new line for men, which is designed to get the hunk in your life squirming in his seat and in the mood for some action of his own!! Here is the blurb...

Nyotaimori was new for me, eating my dinner off a beautiful, naked woman an experience I’d never been lucky enough to indulge in. So when a customer treated me to a meal at The Geisha Plate it was an effort to keep my cock under control and my focus on the food. Damn, it had been a while!

But control myself I did until, that is, the spice levels cranked to boiling point and dessert turned out to be a mind-blowing, soul-twistingly delicious blowjob. I instantly craved more.

Plus I’m not a guy who likes debt, I had to return the favor by hook or by crook, it was an urge that threatened to consume me. Luckily my lovely Geisha girl turned out to be the sweetest woman I’d ever had the pleasure of pleasuring, and her healthy appetite for getting raw and naked with me for starters, main course and dessert turned out to be a wild ride for my every fantasy, and enough to keep me more than satisfied in every department.

Snog - John has taken Tida hiking in the Malvern Hills and they've stopped at a ruined priory to admire the view...

There was a sinful sparkle in her eyes. Like the one I’d seen in the restaurant as she’d run her hands up my thighs and stroked her fingers over my hard-on.
I swallowed tightly. “And do you treat everyone you like to the same dessert that I got?”
“That would be telling.” She turned away, faced the downward slope of the hill with her back to me.
I reached for her arm, tugged her around again.
I needed to know.
“So tell,” I said, a little harsher than I’d intended. I had a sudden urge to feel special, as if she’d given me something over and above the usual.
She tilted her chin. There was no fear or surprise in her eyes at my reaction, only amusement.
Damn, I don’t want to be amusing. I need her to want me the same way I want her.
“John,” she said. “I have no problem with nudity and I have no issues with sex, that is why I work at The Geisha Plate despite the fact I have other qualifications.” She paused. “And occasionally if someone captures my attention with their conversation and when I open my eyes I find myself attracted to them, yes, management permits the dishing up of a special dessert.”
“You mean you weren’t obliged to—”
“Suck you off, no. I wasn’t obliged to.” She blinked long and slow and ran her tongue over her moist lips. “I wanted to suck your penis, John.”
Ah shit, hearing those words in this ancient, sacred place.
“I’m glad you did,” I managed. I ran my hand from her upper arm to her shoulder. “But there is more on my menu. Things that will make you as happy as you made me. If you want to sample them, that is?”
She cupped my cheek in her palm, her skin so smooth and soft against my harsh stubble. There was a long pause then she whispered, “Do you know what, John? I think I might like to see what you have on offer.”
I lowered my head until my mouth was just a hairsbreadth away from hers. Her sugary breath filled my nose, the heat of her body radiated onto mine. It had been a long time since I’d wanted to kiss anyone as much as I wanted to kiss Tida. Her exoticness, her talented, beautiful mouth and the slenderness of her narrow shoulders beneath my hands had created an intoxicating blend of lust inside me.
But it was she who initiated our kiss. Her pliant, soft mouth pressed up over mine and the tip of her tongue, cool from the water she’d just drunk, probed past my teeth. I opened up and let her in, allowing her to explore before I tangled my tongue with hers and dipped into her sweet wetness.
Our arms were around each other. How that had happened I wasn’t sure. She gave a small moan as I smoothed my hands down her back and spread my fingers over her butt cheeks, pulled her into my body. My dick was hard and fully appreciating the female form squashed up against it. It would take what it could, always had been a greedy bugger.
I tore my mouth from hers, kissed across her cheek to the shell of her ear, delighting in the smoothness of her flesh and the flavor of soap and petals that sank onto my tongue. She murmured something in her own language and squeezed my shoulders, as if hanging on to me for support.
Exploring farther, I was bold enough to slip my hand under her t-shirt and smooth up the indent of her spine. Everything about her was softer than I could have ever imagined and beneath the soft flesh, ribs and a spine so delicate and small it needed to be protected and treasured. I found her mouth again, took over the kiss and slid my hand around to cup her breast through her bra. She arched toward me, silently giving me permission to fondle her more.
How lucky am I?
I sampled the weight of her breasts in my palms—they fit perfectly, the underside the exact shape of my scooped hand. I could just make out her spiked nipples straining forward.
“You are so beautiful,” I murmured into her mouth.
“You make me feel beautiful,” she whispered. “The way you look at me, touch me.”
“I want to touch you and look at you more, give you pleasure,” I said, dragging my hand away from her breasts, over her midriff and onto the zipper of her shorts. “I want to touch you here.”
Pressing my hand over her mound, I absorbed the heat and shape of her pubic bone.
She gasped and melted into me. “But someone will see us.”
“There’s no one here.” I pulled back, looked around and then down into her face. Her eyes returned the same desire I was feeling, eyes sparkling, lips slack and moist. But she also looked anxious. “No one will see. I promise,” I said.
She shook her head. “You can’t promise me that. We can’t fuck here.”
My cock, straining furiously, was complaining bitterly about being confined in my pants. My balls ached and a tight coil of longing had wound in my belly. “We can, it will be fine, let’s just lie down.” I rubbed my fingers between her legs and was able to determine the plumpness of her pussy lips.
“Oh John,” she murmured, fluttering her eyes shut. “Please, no.”
“Okay, not fuck,” I whispered, dropping to my knees. “But let me return the favor. Think of this as the hors d’oeuvre, a sample of what is to come later, if we stay in the tent.” I undid the small metal button on her shorts and ran down the zipper. My mouth was watering to taste her, my whole body vibrating at the thought of making her come the way she had me. I wanted to hear the noises she would make, see the expressions her pretty little face would pull as she gave herself up to bliss.
“John, but what if…?” Her words trailed off as I tugged the shorts to her knees.
“Lie down,” I said again. “You won’t be able to stand up for this.”
“No, I need to look out.”
Suddenly irritated, I hunted quickly for a solution. It came in the form of a wall six paces to my left. In one swift movement I picked her up and set her on it. “Keep watch if that’s what you want to do,” I said. “But from a sitting position at least.”
Again I dropped down, settling on my knees at perfect pussy height.
One deft flick of my wrist and her shorts and panties were dangling from her left foot. I parted her thighs and maneuvered my shoulders between them. My impatience to get my tongue on her hidden folds and hunt out her clit was barely contained, my movements rapid and efficient.
I glanced upward. Her burning gaze darted around the deserted countryside then she looked down at me, sank one hand into my hair and licked her lips. “Okay,” she said on a pant, her breasts quivering beneath her t-shirt. “Please, yes please, do it. Put your mouth on me, in me.”
I didn’t need asking twice. Cupping her ass, I tilted her hips, brought her mound to the edge of the wall and toward my face. She leaned back, stretched her legs wider and I got my first beautiful sight of her spread pussy. Not just the naked outer lips but the whole delectable, glistening crevice.
Using my fingers, I splayed out the hairless flesh. She shuddered and her grip tightened on my scalp. She was so hot, so hot and wet, saturated. This woman wanted me, she wanted me in her, to touch her. That knowledge in itself was such a turn-on.
“John,” she said, spreading her legs wider as if inviting me in. “Oh, please.”
Running my fingers lower, I found her narrow slit and poked the tip of my index finger into her opening. She arched her back and sucked me up a little farther. The heat and need in my groin grew. But it would be a while before I could think of release, this was all about her. Evening up the orgasm tally between us. I liked to play fair.

I hope you enjoyed  - have a great day 

Lily x