SO it’s Sunday and today I being you a brand new snog from my story in Kristina Wright’s Best Erotic Romance 2014. I’m so thrilled to be included in this anthology for the second year running.
Desire, love, and realism are the heartbeat of the third edition of this popular, well-reviewed series. The authors are top writers in the erotica and erotic romance genres and they capture the essence of lustful loving in their passionate stories. From new lovers to married couples who have withstood the test of time and parenting, these are luscious, heartfelt tales layered with eroticism and emotion.
Now on to the snog. A dance computer game gets competitive and sexy!
“Ian,” I cried. He looked towards me and I lifted up my bra, freeing my boobs. He stumbled, his jaw dropped and I just wiggled my right hand with the remote in it in hope that by sheer coincidence I might gain a few more points. He cursed and looked away from me to check the scores. I held my breath as the song finished and the little game imps or whatever it was calculated the final score and then groaned loudly when it was revealed.
“Yes,” Ian punched the air then wiggled his butt. “I won!”
I growled and crossed my hands across my chest.
“Oh, no, don’t hide ‘em baby. I’m taking my prize now. Get here.”
I dropped my arms to the side of my body and he pulled me tightly to him. He ravaged my lips with his, plundering my mouth and squeezing my breasts against his chest. I’m not a sore loser and how could this be a bad thing anyway? I prayed the boys would sleep soundly, listening carefully for the creak of the stairs that could give away them making their way to us.
Ian was lost in the moment so it was good that I was paying attention. He pushed down on my hips to indicate I should kneel. My pussy clenched and I gratefully sunk to my knees. We’re somewhat equal in day to day matters, maybe even I’m slightly more dominant but when it came to sex Ian was definitely the guy on top, even when I was riding him. He liked to be in control, I liked to let him take over although sometimes I’d protest, just to make him growl and narrow his eyes. I liked to be his naughty girl sometimes.
But a bet was a bet and I owed him one orgasm. When I settled on my knees in our thankfully thick pile carpet I hooked my fingers into his pants and pulled them down to skim his knees. He was hard and straining. I loved his darkened rod, the bulbous top, the long straight lines leading down to his tight, crinkled balls. I shuffled forward a touch, rested my hands on his thighs and pressed my lips to the very tip of his cock.
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