Sunday, September 11, 2011

Sunday Snog for Victoria Blisse--excerpt from Queen of Shadow by Suz deMello


I had sprawled out on the robes, resting, when Storne approached me. His flesh was darker than I remembered, for the Lightside sun had bronzed him while lightening his hair just a bit. I liked the effect, especially with shining water sluicing off the carved planes of his golden body. He was already hard, his erection vertical, the round dark head of his cock-head shining with viscous liquid.
I wanted him inside me more than I could express. My desire robbed me of words. I lay gaping stupidly at his beauty.
He sat next to me and ran a hand over my belly. “Warm and soft,” he murmured into my ear. He stretched out, lying his long lean body close to mine. His warmth engulfed me, his heat feeding mine. I felt moisture bedewing me, softening my labia, readying for him.
He leant over and kissed me. He was as sweet and gentle as I remembered, first tenderly caressing my lips with his, then easing in his tongue to pleasure us both. His hand slid down to my delta, his fingers stroking my stubbly muff. He tugged softly as we continued to exchange deep soul kisses. This time, he did not tarry, but rolled on top of me and swung his hips to and fro, encouraging me to open to him.
I complied, my excitement and need equalling his. I grasped his cock and encircled his rod before swirling my finger in the thick liquid at the tip, spreading it. He stroked up my body, plucking my nipples to tingling points.
I gasped. “Careful.”
He stopped. “Sensitive today?”
“Yes…I think I may be increasing.”
“Already?” Pleasure infused his voice. “Yours is indeed a fertile house.”
“I’ve got a stud on my side.” I grinned at him.
“Ah, Audryn.” He sighed and framed my face in his hands. “Audryn.” His voice was husky.
“What?”
“Nothing…just Audryn. I like to say your name.”
“Storne.” I pushed his hair behind his ears and lifted my head to caress his cheek with mine. He was rough and stubbly…wonderful. I kissed his cheek, then down, then along his jaw, glorying in the roughness of his stubble on my lips, the contrast with his soft mouth and tongue.
We kissed, the touch of his tongue against mine enticing, enchanting. When my breath came short, he reached down to rub the head of his penis against my clitoris. Aahhhh…heat enveloped me as he pushed down and inside.