Tuesday, 31 March 2015

In Expert Hands with Lily Harlem


 
 
IN EXPERT HANDS BY LILY HARLEM
 
I am so excited to have Lily Harlem back visiting my blog, her work is remarkable and I for one stalk her!
 
I have recently read In Expert Hands and there was no mistaken this book had to be awarded 5* and here is my review on Amazon and Goodreads
 
Review
 
Oh my goodness, amazing-balls comes to mind with this book. Lily Harlem has yet again left me loving her work. The story flowed perfectly giving me the full vision and depth. I also enjoyed the surprises on their journey.

I loved this book from start to finish. This book was HOT! I loved the main characters Imogen and Kane. Kane Ward just blew me away, strong, dominant, very successful and just had the electrifying sexiness. Imogen again a strong, independent woman, yet when in the expert hands of Kane, finds herself entering another world, a whole new lifestyle, yet, remaining to keep her independence. Only will Kane move his world to allow Imogen to keep her defiant personality?

 

Now You've read my review, time to let Lily share the amazing book!
 
Out now from Lily Harlem, a hot new BDSM billionaire novel – IN EXPERT HANDS – available from Amazon

Back cover information

Imogen White has it all—a high-flying career, a prestigious London home and friends she knows will fight her corner. She’s going up, and she’s in control, she’s also got the hots for one very important, very sexy client.

 

Kane Ward is a self-made billionaire whose determination to be the best of the best has left him alone. He has everything money can buy, yachts, jets, and villas in all four corners of the globe, but even he can’t buy time to suit his needs.

 

And his needs are very specific, his desires a particular shade of kink and his tastes anything but vanilla. So when he sets his sights on Imogen it’s a given that things are going to get dark, that pleasure will be laced with pain and determining his success will be measured by her blushes and gasps and cries of delight. But Imogen doesn’t need to worry, she’s in expert hands and her every fantasy is about to come true—and then some she’d never imagined in her wildest dreams.

 
IN EXPERT HANDS has a spin-off short story, IN SAFE HANDS which is featured in the Brit Babes SEXY JUST GOT RICH anthology. Go grab your copy - it’s available from all good ebook retail outlets at a bargain introductory price - and let yourself fall into the dark, erotic world of the Ward brothers, but remember to call them Sir if you’re wearing their collar!

 

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Excerpt from IN EXPERT HANDS 18+

 

“Would you like a drink?” he asked over the sound of the music.

“I’m okay, unless you want one.”

“No. I drank water after my workout.” He urged her forward. “So shall we go straight into a playroom?”

“If that’s what you want?”

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He glanced at his watch. “There should be something going on to satisfy our voyeur plans for the evening.”

They stepped toward the bar.

Kane indicated another doorway at the opposite end that had a chain mail curtain hanging from its frame. “It’s through there.”

“Ah, K. Long time no see.” A man wearing a similar jacket to Kane’s but with only two stars over the breast pocket extended his hand.

He didn’t wear a mask and Imogen could see that his smile was genuine.

“Nate, how have you been?” Kane took his hand and they shook.

“Great, been in the City for a few weeks on business. Making the most of my free time by coming here.” Nate turned to Imogen and raised his eyebrows. “You have company.”

“Don’t look so surprised.” Kane squeezed Imogen a little closer.

“I am. You don’t usually bring guests. Special occasion?”

Imogen felt Kane tense. She sensed he wasn’t enjoying having his break from the ordinary commented on. “

No occasion,” Kane said. “Good to see you, Nate, perhaps we’ll get a chance to catch up later.”

“Yep. That would be cool.” Nate held up what appeared to be a glass of fizzy water and nodded. He kept his attention on Imogen. “Enjoy your evening here at Sub Space. I’m sure Master K will address your every need.”

“Thank you.” Imogen smiled then felt her cheeks heat as Nate swept his gaze down her body—starting at the collar, then lingering on her breasts and finally on her boots.

Kane stepped forward, tugging her with him. “This way.”

After several paces she touched the collar. “This, around my neck,” she said quietly. “What would happen if I wasn’t wearing it?”

“It would make you fair bait for men like Nate, who are just out to play in a scene, find someone to hook up with.” He glanced at her. “He had no right to look at you like that.”

“Well, the outfit kind of screams look at me.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Oh.” She was confused. “It’s not?”

“No. You’re with me. I’ve claimed you with a collar. What’s more, I outrank him. He should show more respect.”

“You outrank him?”

“Of course.” He pulled back the chain curtain and opened a door. He ushered Imogen into the new room.

Imogen opened her mouth and stared around, thoughts of Nate vanishing.

Kane moved her from the doorway and into the shadows. He stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist

“What are your first impressions?” he asked by her ear, his lips brushing her lobe and his breath heating a trail down her neck.

She leant back into him, loving being so close, held by him. But she couldn’t concentrate fully on his embrace because of what was before her. “It’s…sexy.”

“Mmm, I’m glad you think so,” he said, the soft material of his mask rubbing against her temple. “What else?”

She looked around. The room was sectioned into six large cubicles, each one decorated in dark tones and with a combination of low lights and spotlights. Each three-walled area held a bed or a table or some other piece of equipment in the center. Three spaces were occupied.

There was an audience, too, couples, singles, threesomes sitting on more large sofas. Imogen could only see the backs of their heads. Some appeared enraptured, others holding quiet conversations.

“Tell me,” Kane urged, slipping his hand over the smooth material covering her waist. “What do you think about that, over there, to your left.”

Imogen was already staring in that direction. It had been the main thing that had captured her attention.

A naked woman was bent double, tied to a skinny padded table with her ankles fastened to the legs and her arms stretched out on two platforms, crucifix-like. Her skin was pale except for her behind, which was scarlet.

Beside her stood a man—dressed like Kane in black trousers and a velvet jacket—wielding a flogger. He walked around the woman as if surveying the marks on her ass then cracked down the many strands over her skin.

Imogen jerked and a tingle traveled over her buttocks, as though her nerves were empathetic with what the woman on the table was going through.

The man hit again.

The woman groaned and moved her head, her face coming into Imogen’s view. She had her eyes screwed up tight and her lips were parted. There was a flush of red on her cheeks that matched the rosy blush on her backside.

“Talk to me,” Kane said softly.

“Is she enjoying it?” Imogen asked, although she was pretty sure she knew the answer. The woman appeared to be in ecstasy, as though she’d folded in on herself and only her body and sensation existed.

“Very much so,” Kane said. “Master Zen is very capable of working his sub towards orgasm just through striking her.”

“Are they just…playing a scene or are they…?”

“Lovers, committed to each other? Yes, actually those two are. They’re regulars here and live the lifestyle.”

“The lifestyle?”

“Yes.” He slid his hand to her collar and spanned it with his thumb and fingers. “They live full time as Dom and sub. He commands and she obeys.”

“It sounds…old-fashioned.” Imogen wasn’t sure about the obeying thing. She’d known friends who’d purposely had that removed from their wedding vows.

“It’s a symbiotic relationship,” Kane went on, smoothing his fingers around her collar and brushing her skin.

A small shiver ran down Imogen’s spine.

The woman was struck again—several times in fast succession.

Imogen stared at the spectacle.

“You see,” Kane said. “She needs to be adored, cared for, taken through life by the man she loves. He needs to protect her, satisfy her, ensure that everything is perfect for her at all times. That is what makes him feel complete.”

“And that includes this. Beating?”

“Beating, spanking, flogging, whatever you want to call it, yes, it includes this, because that’s what they both enjoy, it’s their thing. It’s their kink.”

Kane went quiet and Imogen watched as Master Zen stood directly behind his sub. He appeared to fiddle at his groin then his pants loosened around his hips. He pushed forward.

The woman arched her back and her cry echoed around the room.

He reached for her shoulders, dragged her onto him.

“He’s…” Imogen said.

“Yes. He’s clearly very pleased with her. She’s getting exactly what she wants tonight.” Kane’s voice was low and husky, as though the sight was turning him on.

Imogen watched, fascinated as the Dom began to fuck his woman with urgency. The sub couldn’t move, she was strapped down, but he was moving for them. Thrusting in and out, hard, frantic, gripping her shoulders, her hair, her hips. His hands were all over her.

Imogen’s knickers dampened and she shifted within Kane’s arms.

“Would you like to get fucked like that?” Kane whispered.

Imogen half turned to him, his words a shock, despite where they were and what they were watching.

“Tell me,” he said, cupping her cheek and holding her face. “Tell me what you’re thinking?”

“I…” Imogen was breathing heavily. Fuck. What was she thinking? That she wanted to get fucked like that? She wanted to feel the flogger?

“Would you like to be her, on that table, with Master Zen taking you to the exquisite high she is rocketing towards right now?” Kane asked. “Red and sore, filled to the max? Nothing else in your mind except claiming that pleasure?”

She did, but it wasn’t Master Zen she wanted behind her, yanking her hair, scratching and marking her skin. Sinking deep, so deep. Filling her to bursting point.

It was Kane, or K as he was known here. It was him she wanted.

“Imogen,” Kane murmured, his mouth almost touching hers. “Talk to me.”

“Yes.” The word scratched from her throat. “But—”

He pressed his thumb over her lips, flattening them against her teeth. “No buts. Or if there are, tell me later.” He gave a brief smile. “Yes is enough.”

 

About Lily Harlem

 

Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning, best-selling author of contemporary erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Xcite, Ellora’s Cave and Sweetmeats Press. Her Hot Ice series regularly receives high praise and industry nominations.

 

Before turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest HarperCollins release, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse, draws on her many experiences while nursing in London. Lily also self-publishes and The Silk Tie, The Glass Knot and Scored have been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release.

 

Lily also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes under the name Harlem Dae - check out the Sexy as Hell Box Set available exclusively on Amazon - The Novice, The Player and The Vixen - and That Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel 'every woman should read'.

 

One thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem, is it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!

 

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Thursday, 26 March 2015

Welcome V.L. Locey book 5 in the Wildcat Series


Please welcome the  fabulous V. L. Locey visiting my blog with her latest Secret Cravings publication Final Shifts Book 6 of the To Love a Wildcat Series


4 flames

Secret Cravings Publishing

 

Blurb:


The only constant in life is that things will change when you least expect it. On the day of Derrick Andersson`s retirement ceremony, a late-season tropical storm parks itself over the City of Brotherly Love. The women who love the Wildcats will not only have to deal with the deluge outside, they will have to struggle through some of the greatest personal storms they will ever weather.
 
Liz and Veikko receive devastating news, Maggie and Derrick face a shocking announcement, and Isabelle and Philip receive the verdict of Philip's court battle. Can Viviana and Alain work out the problems that have torn them apart? What has life dealt young lovers Petro and Margarite? The answers to those questions, as well as a surprise that will rock the Houseman, are revealed in this final book of the To Love a Wildcat series.


 

 
 
 
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Excerpts

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Maggie

Don’t dis Granny Andersson,” he commented with a rather wry tone.

“You’re far too old to be using the term dis, my good man.”

“Yah? Well, last night you weren’t dissing me,” he countered quickly. I held up my hairbrush in a sign of defeat. He was right. There was no dissing last night. There was some moaning, gyrating, and pillow thumping, but nary a dis. “Ha! That got you good, eh?”

I nodded to give the man his due. His face split into a wide grin, white teeth brilliant against the dark brown of his beard.

“Yah, that’s right. Who is the man?” he asked, puffing out his chest like a proud bantam rooster. Cocky bugger.

“You are.” I sighed with proper defeatism in my tone.

He dropped his face to my neck, smooched my ear loudly, and then whistled gleefully while he finished shaving. I cleaned shaving cream out of my ear with the corner of a hand towel. Ever since we moved in with Derrick, my mornings have been so much more enjoyable. We wake up curled around each other, we play as we shower. Sometimes we play in the shower! The man makes me smile. He warms my heart when I awaken more than the sun that creeps into our window bright and early. I simply cannot imagine not having these precious few moments every morning now. After he had stepped into the shower, I thought to ask. Mascara wand in my right hand I turned to stare at his large form behind smoked glass. The query was lingering on the tip of my tongue. I swallowed it down. I’d let him broach the subject of his retirement ceremony tonight. Things with the team were dicey to say the least. Not a player or person in management wasn’t walking on eggshells. I turned back to the mirror to finish my makeup as Derrick hummed something by Blake Shelton as he lathered and rinsed.

We emerged from our room about twenty minutes later, Derrick in the suit and tie all NHL players and staff are required to wear into and leaving the stadium. His tie was loose yet, and his dark brown jacket lay over his left arm. I had pulled on a rather somber looking navy dress, as I would be accompanying Isabelle to court yet again. Just thinking about my duties made me nervous. There was so much to handle being the personal assistant to a woman that owns a hockey team, as well as several other multimillion-dollar businesses. Thank God I was only tasked with making sure Isabelle’s day ran like clockwork. My boss worried me. Her blood pressure was skyrocketing, her sugar count was high, and her OB/GYN had given her strict dietary guidelines to follow. I feared if she went back next Monday at nine, and her BP and sugar weren’t any lower, her doctor would be forced to put her on strict bed rest until her son was born. Knowing Isabelle that would last exactly four hours. Then she would be up doing something. What if Philip were found guilty? She would be forced to fire him. The Commissioner was already riding her like Secretariat about the Wildcats. First Petro and now Philip. And this mess surrounding last year's Stanley Cup winners? The commissioner was not happy. Not at all.

“Hey, you need to put them there grinds into the filter and not the pot, Mags.”

I shook off the spiraling dark thoughts. There I stood, in my kitchen, the coffee pot filled with coffee, and the filter resting inside the basket empty.

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Margarite

After the team left the ice, I asked my new friends if they would like to continue up in the owner’s skybox. They were thrilled to do so. It is a darn impressive lounge that Mama owns way up in the rafters. We rode up in two elevators, passing security with a wave of my hand. Into the luxury box we all piled. Soon we had coffee, crullers, and conversation flowing. I should have brought them up here to begin with, but they had seemed so intent on watching the players. Now that the distraction of the Wildcats was no longer an issue, we started making some real progress. I called an end to the meeting after another thirty minutes. We had gotten as far as possible. I stood up, smiled and shook each hand as our community volunteers left the skybox. Security escorted them down to the players parking area.

 I returned to my seat at the head of a long, rectangular table, to gather up the four thousand or so notes I had jotted down. My head came up when someone rapped on the other end of the table. Petro smiled at me. I ran my sight over him. The suit he wore was dark grey, his shirt white, his tie black as a pirate’s pearl. He looked delicious. I dropped my notes back to the table. He arched a dark eyebrow. I nodded. The man turned, walked back to the door, and then turned the lock. My body began revving up. Petro glanced over his wide shoulder, his eyes crackling brown embers.

“When I turn around, you be ready for me,” he informed me then returned his steaming gaze to the door. His command gave me pause for perhaps four seconds. With quaking fingers, I hurried to pull my blouse out of the top of my skirt. He shucked off his suit jacket. I tugged my shirt over my head, my hair getting wound in a few buttons. Hissing at the painful tugs, I fumbled to free the tight black ringlets. My blouse fluttered to a padded leather chair, one of twenty. My nipples hardened inside my lacy blue bra. They ached. I was tempted to touch them but Petro’s jacket dropping to the floor stole my attention. I reached to the side, unzipped my skirt then let it slither down my legs. I stepped out of it then looked at Petro. His tie sailed over his damp head, landing on a vase filled with fall mums resting on the center of the table. I could feel the slick dew weeping from my pussy. Tenderly, I reached between my breasts, my sight latched onto my lover as he began to unbutton his dress shirt.  I slowly undid the three small hooks. My breasts popped free.

I cradled them lovingly. His shirt slid down his back, revealing ropes of thick muscle. There he stood, as if he knew I was ogling him. He flexed. My sex tightened. I flicked my nipples with my thumbs. Petro stiffened as a low moan escaped me. His neck muscles bunched. He tugged his shirt free from his trousers. My eyes followed the pure white cotton as it flew across the skybox. Petro turned to look at me. His eyes grew wide. His nostrils flared. His jaw twitched when he saw me fondling my boobs. The peaks were hard as a diamond, elongated, begging him to take them between his teeth and tug. Speaking of hard and elongated…

 Author Bio:

V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, belly laughs, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, the New York Rangers, comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a flock of assorted goofy domestic fowl, and three steers.

When not writing spicy romances, she enjoys spending her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand. She can also be found online on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, tsú, and GoodReads.
I love to meet new friends and fans! You can find me at-







Secret Cravings Backlist Books and Upcoming Releases

Pink Pucks & Power Plays (Book One of the To Love a Wildcat Series)

A Most Unlikely Countess (Book Two of the To Love a Wildcat Series)

O Captain! My Captain! (Book Three of the To Love a Wildcat Series)

Reality Check (Book Four of the To Love a Wildcat Series)

Language of Love (Book Five of the To Love a Wildcat Series)

Tumble Dry

Coming in August of 2015 only from Secret Cravings . . .  Clean Sweep (Book One of The Venom erotic hockey romance series)

Torquere Press Backlist and Upcoming Releases

Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse (Part of the He Loves Me For My Brainssss anthology)

Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse 2: It Came From Birmingham

Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse 3" He's a Lumberjack and He`s Undead

Love of the Hunter

Goaltender`s Penalty

All I Want for Christmas

 Every Sunday at One (Part of the 2013 Charity Sip Anthology)

 Night of the Jackal

An Erie Halloween

An Erie Operetta

Coming 4/1/15 exclusively from Torquere Press . . . Early to Rise - A Toms & Tabbies Tale.


 

Tuesday, 24 March 2015

#Tantalising Tuesday


 
My Teaser today is from Desires Secrets, book 3 in the Desires series
 
 
 
 
“Hey baby, are you all right?” he asked, stroking her back. In answer she pulled back to kiss him, not wishing to answer in case she totally broke down.

Finally Dan broke the lock. “Are you okay?” he asked again.

“Fine,” she told him, the tears streaming down her face belying her words. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he told her, a frown beginning to form.

“No matter what happens, I love you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Can we go to bed?”

“Sure,” he replied, the baffled frown remaining. He pulled away and went over to where she had been sitting to pick up her bag. “What did you mean, no matter what happens?” he asked her as they walked to the lift. Stacie cursed her blabbermouth for fore-warning him.

“I want you,” she told him, waiting for the lift doors to close before pressing her body up against his, and stroking her hands down his chest.

“I want you too, but what has happened?”

“Nothing.” Stacie hated the fact she was lying, and she knew he knew she was lying, but maybe she could hold off his curiosity long enough. “I missed you loads.”

“I missed you too,” he said. The lift door opened and they held hands tightly as they walked down the corridor for a short while. Dan stopped at a door and swiped his key card. He opened the door for Stacie to enter first. The room was cosy, and homely decorated. A large pine bedstead dominated, complemented by chunky pine furniture and a small two-seater sofa. Dan closed the door behind her. Stacie took off her jacket, then turned and threw herself at him. Dan took a step backward, steadying himself as he held her.

Stacie took hold of his face in her hands, stroking his stubbled cheeks. She stared at him, drinking in the beloved features, currently wrinkled in puzzlement. She kissed him gently, feeling the movement of his lips beneath hers as he kissed her back. How could the simple movement of his lip muscles make her feel so safe? She buried her fingers in his hair, kissing all over his face, never wanting to stop.


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Friday, 20 March 2015

Cover Reveal by Nikki Belaire


Wine & Whiskey
 
 
Please welcome Nikki to my blog, with her first publication by Secret Cravings Publishing, congratulations and I'm sure you'd agree an amazing cover by Dawne Dominique.
  

 

 

Nick DeMarco

A wealthy financier with alleged ties to

organized crime. He's arrogant, stubborn,

and obsessed with the quiet, gentle

woman who may not be as delicate as she

seems.

 

Shae Armstrong

A sheltered pop star living a life created

by others. She's bold on stage, yet

guarded when the lights fade.

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
Blurb

 

No longer controlled by her mother, manager, or former fiancé, pop star Shae

Armstrong steps out on her own and into the path of Nick DeMarco, a wealthy

investor with alleged ties to organized crime and real childhood scars to overcome. She

wants to take it slow. He needs her now, in his life and in his bed.

Nick’s enemies threaten her career, her friendships, even her sanity, but not her heart -

the one thing Nick holds precious. He proves his love is real, and she stops running.

Until everything around them falls apart, including him. He swore he would never

hurt her. Instead, he almost destroys them both.

 

Buoyed by her new-found confidence and strength his love instills in her, Shae makes a

dangerous choice, sacrificing her happiness for his, just like he always does for her.

Unable to let her break the connection between them, Nick accepts the trust she places

in him, the depth of her love giving him the courage to try again.

Now that she’s found her own voice and helped him see who he really is, can Shae

survive the challenges of living in Nick’s world?

 

Nikki Belaire Biography

 

Nikki writes contemporary romantic thrillers and admits to a weakness for alpha males

and bad boys, especially ones who can’t live without the strong women they love. She

spends more time in her characters’ lives than her own. But, when she’s in the real

world, her passions include reading, wine appreciating, running, and spending time

with her husband and daughter.

The first book of Nikki’s Surviving Absolution series is Wine & Whiskey , which

launches in April 2015 through Secret Cravings Publishing. Heat level: three flames

 

Social Media Links

 

nikkibelaire.com

facebook.com/nikkibelaire

@nikkibelaire

 

Adult Excerpt

 

Pinkness tints her cheeks as she tilts her head, tucking a strand of hair behind

her ear. Her sudden shyness intoxicates him, a heady combination of adorable and

sexy, making her pleasure his only goal. He slips his hands under her negligee,

lifting it off and tossing it aside. The pressure in his groin almost erupts at

her pink nipples straining taut against his chest.

Keeping him from taking one in his mouth, she slides her delicate hands under

his chin, studying his face, scanning his features as if searching for something

beyond the surface. He freezes under her gaze. She delves deeper than any other

woman, almost farther than he can endure, fearful she’ll pierce the mask hiding

the real him. And, despise what she finds underneath. His voice chokes in his

throat. “What?”

A soft smile graces her angelic face. “Has anyone ever told you how wonderful

you are?”

No. Because no one’s ever thought it but her.

Her mouth finds his. Chaste kisses, smiling against his lips. “And romantic.”

Pressing softly, barely touching. “Thoughtful.” Driving him to the edge as he

resists every urge to devour her. “Sexy.”

Just when he can’t hold back any longer, she thrusts her tongue inside, making

him moan as his fingers slide across her cheeks and into her hair, absorbing all

of her sweet essence. Fighting to control his desire, he breaks away, dipping

his head and flicking his tongue against the hardened nub, keeping her in place

as her back arches. She drives her hands through his hair, wrapping her fingers

around the burgeoning curls on his neck he hates, her breathy whisper like

fireworks against his skin. “These are perfect to hold on to when you make love

to me.”

Okay, maybe they aren’t so bad. She lifts up from straddling him as he grasps

the waistband of her panties. Her fingertips burn his skin in their urgency to

help him push them down. In her raised position, he teases her wet core,

stroking the soft folds before plunging a finger inside. She gasps, her legs

trembling, and begins to lower herself back down. Wrapping his arm around her

waist, he holds her up as she rests her head on his shoulder. His body flames

with need at her lips on his ear. “Your fingers are magic.”

“That’s not my only trick.”

As she whispers his name, her hands move to his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping

them as he lifts up to free himself from the fabric separating them. He reaches

into his pocket and pulls out a foil packet before kicking his pants all the way

off. Her eyes never waver from his as he guides her hips over his throbbing tip.

She slides down his length, her lips parting in a sharp gasp, her small fist

wrapping around his shirt. Pain grips his chest at her hesitation. “Are you

okay?”

A slow smile curls her lips as she nods. “I’ve never been on top. You’re a lot

to take in at once.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m fine.”

Coiling her arms around his neck, she slowly raises and lowers her body, letting

him stretch and fill her, building tension in him begging to be released. Silky

perfection moving under his fingertips. All he can see is her. Nothing else

exists. No barriers between them. Only her sweetness surrounding him, flowing

over him like the purest honey. “Do you know how much I love you?”

She nods, her eyes heavy with desire, locking with his. God, she’s so beautiful.

“How right this is?”

Her head dips again, her gaze boring into his, humbling him with the enormity of

her love.

“How I'm never letting you go?”

Her pace quickens at his words. Their bodies’ slick with sweat, skin sliding

against skin as she accepts him completely. He grasps her hips, grinding into

her while helping her ride him faster and deeper. The rhythm of his hard thrusts

matches her racing heart against his chest, her muscles pulsing and tightening

around him. “Nick, I…”

He can’t hold back, and he’s taking her with him. “Tell me, sweetness.”__