So today I’m going to tease you with a kissing excerpt from my upcoming mini-anthology Rob and Lou’s Wild Weekends.
Light-hearted and fun, this mini-anthology features episodes from this couple’s wild weekends. Making the most of the mud, finding the erotic nature of an apron and even having a sexy visit to a fish and chip shop. Rob and Lou make the mundane much more pleasurable so join them on their kinky ride.
Includes a bonus short story Damsel in Distress and excerpts from other ebooks by the award winning queen of rosy, raunchy and rubenesque erotic romance, Victoria Blisse.
Here’s an excerpt from Mud is good and Wetter is Better, which is set on a wet bank holiday weekend somewhere in the wilds of Britain. As it’s a bank holiday weekend, I thought it would be apt! Oh, and by the way, the action doesn’t stop at a snog…
“Fuck.” I cursed. “I told you we should have parked it in the car park.”
“You did no such thing,” Rob exclaimed. “You dragged me in here and fucked my brains out.”
He was quite right, I had. Well, he looked all sexy with his sweat-beaded brow. I’d enjoyed watching him pitch the tent. It involved a lot of bending over, and my husband has a bloody gorgeous arse. I spent my time pretending to help, but really I was ogling his body and thinking wicked thoughts about having my way with him. So, instead of telling him we needed to park on the tarmac at the car park, I kissed him and pulled him into the tent. I didn’t strip him, I just opened his trousers. I had to struggle out of my own jeans so I could only watch him stroke his cock for a frustratingly long time, but as soon as I could I climbed on top of him. I pushed him down and straddled his waist. The scent of the crushed grass, mixed with his musk was so primal that it added excitement to what we were doing. I pushed down until I felt him stretch me. It was a heady mix and made me feel connected to nature in some kind of primitive way.
Rob filled me up perfectly and I strove to find the rhythm that would give me the greatest pleasure. I moaned, grunted, and cursed.
“Sh—” he gasped. “There are people setting up all around us.”
“Don’t care,” I replied, grinding myself against him. “Want to come.”
I was so wound up that I couldn’t speak in proper sentences. Connectives and prepositions fell off the ends. He rested his hand between us, his thumb pressed against my clit. I came hard and screamed my completion into the other hand that he clamped over my mouth. Fuck, that had been hot. Struggling back into my clothes afterwards, because I was freezing, was not.
“Well, okay. I meant to tell you we should park on the car park.”
I burst into gales of laughter. Sometimes, you’ve got to laugh or you’ll cry. When he realised I wasn’t hysterical, he joined in.
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