I lay myself across his chest, kissing his neck, my tongue flicking and swirling against his skin, until his growls against my hair.
His hands slip behind me, the heat from his palms burning into my backside, branding me with an invisible mark of his need, as he pulls me harder into him.
Tag: anal sex
I have been wanting to write this post for quite a while now, and now seems like a good time, as I find myself reading(read more…)
I am delighted to release an extract from my latest novella, The Greenwood Goddess. The piece below is a complete and downright filthy little short story(read more…)
Then I’m spun round so that I’m facing the door, and he grabs both of my hands and stretches them up against the door frame. He’s pressed up against me, his knees wrapped around my legs so I can’t move an inch from my lower thighs downwards. The silken tie slips around my arms unnoticed until too late, and he has it around my wrists in some kind of nautical knot that’s so complicated that Houdini wouldn’t get out of it. The sound, the heat, of his breath is in my ear, his lips brush against it as he ties my wrists to the door handle.
“You have a safe word. I’m not sure you’ve remembered up to now. Use it if you need to.” He whispers so softly in my ear that it almost makes me cry. It hadn’t even occurred to me to use it earlier. I wanted to be sure that we would reach the room. I needed to—what do I need? Would I need it now?
This is the second of two extracts from my newest novella, “Desires of the Winter Women”, which is out now, in Lust in Winter, the(read more…)
My Sunday story is a long one, coming by way of apology for being so sporadic in my fiction posts over the last few weeks(read more…)
Well, it’s still Sunday in the UK (just), so here is my Sunday Story. I have had various technical hitches this week, not to mention(read more…)