Kristina is a lovely lady and a fabulous editor of hot and steamy anthologies. I will forgive her for spelling Blisse wrong on this one (it’s an easy mistake to make) but it’s a book I can’t wait to read!
It’s fairly easy to fall in love (or lust), but keeping that passion hot and heavy after twenty years of marriage can get tricky. Kristina Wright has two toddlers and a red-hot marriage, and there’s no one better suited to helping other couples make lust last. Bedded Bliss: A Couple’s Guide to Lust Ever After pairs hands-on advice for long-term lovers with steamy tales to inspire couples to enact their own erotic adventures. Each chapter begins with “sensual suggestions” for keeping in touch—literally! Read real advice and stories from couples, who have a combined total of a whopping 235 years of long-term relationship experience, and find out what works for them to keep their fires burning steady and hot. Romance writer and editor Wright re-invents the sexuality genre, presenting a guide that simultaneously educates and entertains. Bedded Bliss is a treasure trove of resources for couples to ensure that monogamy will never again mean monotony.
I’ve got a sneaky peek at the first story in the collection here for you. Take It Off by Sommer Marsden
“In a minute.” I slide my body along his, kissing his stubbled jaw, stroking my fingers over his chest, down his belly, a bit lower but not low enough to put my hands where I know he wants them. I can feel it radiating off him like heat—his want is palpable. It always is.
His fingers slide along the silken shield of the lingerie and he sighs.
“It’s so intrusive.”
Even as he tells me this, he’s stroking my nipples to brisk attention. They tingle as the slide of silk adds an extra friction beneath his fingers.
“I know,baby,” I say,skimming my tongue down his neck to nibble at his collarbone. His cock is hard under my hip and he moves just enough for me to feel it even more—want it even more. I’m not the only one who’s teasing.
“Rita, what did I tell you seventeen years ago on our wedding night?” His voice is rough and deep and I can hear the desire there.
He’s found the hem of my gown and is slowly, insistently, scooting it up over my knees, inching it up my thighs. My pulse pounds thick and heavy in my pussy and my stomach. I can feel it in my temple and my throat. I’d give a million dollars at this moment to have him touch me—make me come. If I had a dollar for every time I’ve felt this way, I might have close to that million, after all.
I try to distract him by rubbing against him, my breasts smashing the silk he dreads so much against his chest. My mouth brushes his, my tongue licking at his lips to make him want me even more.
He growls. I’ve succeeded.
He pins my wrists up by my breast and kisses me hard, trapping me to his chest even as my knees start to tremble from having to hold myself steady over him. His mouth is demanding, his breath staccato.
He’s still in boxers and I’m still in this ensemble I figured I’d put on just to celebrate another year together. What a silly thought that had been.
“You said take it off,” I gasp, finally answering his question. “‘That’s nice. Take it off,’” you said.
“That’s right.” He releases my hands and even as I cover him with my body, sliding against him to feel the hard planes of his angles against my softer curves, he grips the hem again, intent on sliding it up. It slides above my ass and cool air kisses my skin. I gasp and give in. It’s no use denying the fact that I want the damn thing off, too. “And so now, seventeen years later, I’m asking you again to…” He cocks and eyebrow and stares at me. His big green eyes a bit shiny with lust. His mouth a kissable half-assed grin.
“Take it off?” I pretend to guess.
“Now,” he says, and his hands are back on the hem tugging and this time I’m helping him. Of course I am.