I’m spoiling you, I really am. Today I’m giving you two sexy smooches from my two latest releases!
Kiss number one will be of use to all of us feeling like we’re being roasted alive in the summer sun. This snowy interlude is picked specially for you from Making it Real.
“You’ve got bit of snow just here…” he barely whispered the words as his fingers brushed gently against my cheek. They were cold but they heated me up, slowly at first. The flames of lust licked down his fingers to my cheek and then to my neck and lower to suffuse my chest. His fingers traced a light pattern, softly stroking as our eyes locked. I was lost in the depths of those treacle-coloured orbs. I wanted to lean up and press my lips to his.
I thought I was dreaming when I realised his lips were pressed against mine. My eyes closed and my hands wrapped around his neck. His lips were cold, but then so were mine. As we gently undulated them, the heat flowed through from the points where we were joined to suffuse our lips, mouths, hearts and whole bodies with a burning urge, a fiery need.
The kiss was not satisfied with being small and tight-lipped. It compelled me to press my lips harder to his, to move them apart and slide them all over the surface of his mouth. His lips were soft, supple and giving. He was kissing me as strongly as I was kissing him, his hand gently cupped my face. The snow below me was cold, but it was a delicious contrast to the heat of his body on top of mine. He pulled his lips from me.
“We should go inside,” he gasped, “before you catch pneumonia.”
“Yes.” I panted, “yes, sure. Inside.” He slipped his body off me and held out a hand to help me up. I sprung into his arms and he wrapped me in a tight embrace. Our lips found each other again and continued the crazed kiss of moments ago. Snow was falling and every other sound was muted. All I could hear was the gasping of our breathing and the slapping of our lips against each other.”
And if that’s not enough, Here’s a sweet kiss from Lyrical, where, for a change, it is my hero who is curvy and cuddly!
“Why are you so tense, Pete?” She asks, running a hand down my arm. “Don’t you want me here?”
“No, I mean yes, I mean don’t go.” I flush and she giggles. “I’m just not sure what to do next.”
Chloe shifts in her seat to look straight at me, her nose a bare inch from my own.
“Kiss me.” She whispers in a voice barely louder than a breath. Her mellow green eyes fix on mine as I tilt forward. She encourages me wordlessly on with the lustful spark in her eye. Oh please God let it be lustful and not disgusted or faintly amused. I suck at reading people, I really do.
My lips touch hers and the worry slips away from my mind. I’m now consumed with the sweet pressure of her lips on mine and the undulation of our mouths as we kiss. I’m tense at first, stiff and rigid, but with gentle movements and great patience her lips break through the barrier and my mouth slips open. I groan deep in my chest as her tongue darts inside of me. It feels so intimate, as if I am being fucked by her tongue.
“And this,” she says, pulling away from my lips and giving me a moment to breathe, “is where my real talent lies. Would you like to see more of my oral technique?”
Now for those writers who want to join in Snogs of any length, any intensity and any heat level are welcome. Just remember to link me up from your site and have fun reading through all the different snogs on this lovely Sunday. It’s always good to read other people’s works, you never know when you might happen upon a new favourite author! Also feel free to use the Sunday snog banner, here’s the image link for those of you who want it!
So what are you waiting for? Pucker up and add your kisses to the list below: