Her feelings, as she well knew, played no part at all in the negotiations. His tongue sought out that pulsing vein and coated it with long, wet licks. My attention returns to the book. It screams Prohibition Era. But beware… Temptation is everywhere. She leaned on the front door to steady herself.
Beatriz reviewed sex toys and sex books. Ben opened his mouth to say he was sorry, to say he should have stood up to Henry and gone after what he wanted and given love a chance instead of bowing to his ambition and leaving her behind. There was a deliberate voluptuousness which was both thrilling and repulsive, and as she arched her neck she actually licked her lips like an animal, till I could see in the moonlight the moisture shining on the scarlet lips and on the red tongue as it lapped the white sharp teeth. I was still nearly sober, but the couple made me so dizzy that standing felt like work. I guess I did it too hard, because we both lost a little precious alcohol over the sides of our glasses. The daughter of a duke learns early in life the proper etiquette for nearly everything.
Excerpt: LUSTFULLY EVER AFTER, Sylvia Day
He liked to leave the lights off and reach for her under the covers, as if they were doing something that had to be kept secret. I let my stare glide over her coloring face, following the swerve of bone in her exquisite cheek. But after clicking the shutter two or three times, almost frightened by the enchantment and eager to dispel it, she burst into loud laughter. Her mouth slams down on mine and I toss the book to who-fucking-cares where. She continues to surprise me. A little redhead slipped off her swimsuit and took her place under the shower — her pussy hair was golden blonde.
His finger slid along her cleft, her soft folds promising a wild, unforgettable ride. She saw his massive cock wavering before her and realised he wanted a blowjob. I pulled her T-shirt up as far as it would go and slid her underpants down below her knees. I take my fingers out of his and put my hands on his behind. Or perhaps it was merely the, er, circumstances that gave him the look. And still he could not find the strength of will to stand up and leave.