Sadly, it’s the final ever #WIPItUp, so to mark the event I’m posting a hot, sexy snippet all about pleasure…
In this scene from my forthcoming Viking sequel, Aurelie is about to receive gratification, but is it more than she can handle?
His lips begin at my right thigh, planting soft caresses north to where my glistening sex awaits. He pauses, lifting his gaze to look upon my body before he continues. His huge hands press my legs down into the bed, leaving me open for him, ready to be devoured. I gasp, taking small, shallow breaths as he turns his attention to the waves of dark curls which protect my trembling lips. The weight of Anders’ hot mouth is on me at once, his tongue parting my folds and lapping at the sensitive flesh inside.
I buck against him wildly, trying to contain myself, but quite unable to manage the task. His right-hand snakes at my thigh, lifting my behind enough to plant a short swat there. I yelp, but I understand the meaning of the spank:
Be still or bear the consequences.
Drawing in a deep breath, I fight for composure as his mouth consumes me, my fingers balling into fists in the bedding beside me. He continues his relentless task of pleasuring my delicate flesh, one long lap following the next, my lips opened and exposed to his attention.
At length, I begin to relax into the routine of his love-making, each flick of his tongue drawing fewer gasps from my open mouth. Sensing my acceptance of his deed, he seems to refocus, his mouth journeying north to find my small, pulsating bud at the apex of my sex. As his lips clamp onto it, I squeal, physically lifting from the bed, save for him anchoring me here.
“Oooh!” I cry out, glancing down between my legs to see his long blond hair in position there.
His eyes flicker up to me for a moment – the gaze loaded with dark and debauch sin – and then he is gone, consumed once again with the task at his lips. I fall backwards, my collar keeping me in place as my back arches, splaying myself as wide as I can. Now I am ready to receive his gift – more than ready. The heat and intensity of his mouth goading the waves of pleasure as they rise in me, threatening to crash me against the rocks at any moment. Once again, my lover seems to recognise the subtle changes in me, and rather than relenting, he redoubles his efforts, tormenting my exasperated little bud to distraction. I squirm, bucking against his face to gain the sweet friction which I need to take me right to the precipice.
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