Saturday Sexcerpt – Riverswept by Anneka Ever

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When I asked Anneka if she had a sexy excerpt to share she answered “Of course.”  Below is  from her novel “Riverswept”. 

His eyes gleamed in the faint light of the dash. She thought of the wolves watching them from the dark and then she thought of the unknown person trying to get in her house. She started to shake. Grasping the door handle, she said, “Why don’t you come inside for a while?”

He followed her to the cottage but stood at the entrance. “I don’t want to get your floor wet. I’m dripping.”

Lightning flashed in the patch of sky framed by the door, creating an amethyst corona behind him. She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him inside. He didn’t even give her time to shut the door before he embraced her. She touched her lips to the raindrops on his face and then pulled back to see his reaction. He stared at her with an intense expression. His eyes glinted like gold.

He lifted her arms and placed them around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist. A tic pulsed in the hollow of his throat. She laid her head against his chest and listened to his heart thump. Her brain screamed Danger! Danger! Danger! Her body ignored her brain.

She slid her hands under his damp shirt. She explored the topography of his chest. Moving her arms around him, she ran her fingers down his spine. She found two dimples in his lower back. Her thumbs fit there, as if his body had been designed to complement hers. She sighed. His mouth turned up just enough to let his dimple slip. He kissed her gently, his lips pressed against hers in a simple buss. The restraint in that kiss kindled such a fire inside Molly that she knew hell couldn’t be as hot as she was at that moment.

She pulled away from him and stumbled into the kitchen. Following her, he lifted her onto the counter. Sliding the sundress up to the top of her thighs, he placed his hands on her knees, pulled them apart, and stepped into the open space. Moaning, she wrapped her legs around him. Grasping his T-shirt, she peeled it off him and tossed it onto the floor. She grazed his nipple with her tongue; he tasted salty-sweet.

He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He leaned her back on the mattress and slid the dress down her body. Suddenly timid, she crossed her arms over her chest and closed her eyes.

Enveloping her body with his, he kissed her eyelids. “Look at me.” She turned her head. He clasped her chin and dragged her face back to his. “Please. Look at me.”

She opened her eyes. His golden hair hung around his face; his amber eyes narrowed with desire. Molly thought him splendid as the sun, her very own Helios.

Whispering to him in a language she did not know, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into her. They were together forever, or so it seemed during those sweet, aching moments. He was unselfish and uninhibited and skilled beyond her experience.

When they finished, they both fell back on the bed in a knot. His restless hands continued to explore her until he fell asleep. She lay awake a long time listening to the rain on the roof. She wondered if Alice had felt this bewildered when she fell down the rabbit hole.

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Saturday Sexcerpt – Dangerous Beauty by Tali Spencer

Caution: Please note the below excerpt is Male/Male and  may contain scenes to steamy for vanilla readers.

When I asked Tali if she could share an excerpt with us her response was,

“I wouldn’t be a writer if I didn’t. Here’s a juicy one from Dangerous Beauty:”Dangerous Beauty Final #2

The man grabbed Endre’s other wrist and propelled him backward, suddenly off-balance, against one of the pergola’s granite pillars.

“Stay,” his assailant growled in a deep, barely accented voice. Holding Endre’s wrists pinned to the stone over his head, he pressed his body hard against his captive’s. His face slid beside Endre’s, rasping his cheek with bristles of beard. Full, lush lips caressed his ear, planting soft kisses, a hot tongue tracing its edges. “We’re being watched.”

Shit. Had Yanni circled back? One of his two guards wanting to see why he had not returned with the whore? It hardly mattered. The lips that had been softly plying his ear, driving him mad, had just found his mouth. What branded him now was raw and hot, urgent with need. Arshad sucked at his lips, seeking access and finding it, pulling from him the attraction he had fought against for weeks. Endre’s cock thickened with arousal, pushing against the body trapping his against the pillar.

Footsteps sounded on the gravel path, stopped, waited. Someone was there, listening for sure and maybe watching. His guard should have interrupted; Yanni surely would have. This had to be someone else. Frozen by indecision, Endre allowed Arshad’s lips to continue their artful assault. Sweep by sweep, those firm lips commanded his and he resisted less than he should have, kissing back, teeth on teeth, tongues warring as he fought for control. One of them would soon have to breathe and he broke first, throwing his head back, gasping for air. With a triumphant growl, Arshad began pressing hot kisses along the column of his exposed throat.

“Oh, Prophets!” Endre gasped. Overhead, moonlight spilled through the tangle of vines. He turned his head to the right and saw Arshad’s knotted hand manacling his wrist. Dense hair crushed against his cheek, the man’s mouth hot on his collarbone. His cock, already hard enough to be uncomfortable, stiffened painfully against his trousers and he groaned with need and discomfort from the now tight cock cuff.

Arshad ceased his kisses and slammed his body forcefully against him. “Everything you want,” he said, “I can give it to you. Every…fucking…thing.” Those powerful thighs ground his pelvis against Endre’s, rolling cock against stiff cock.

“Damn it, stop,” Endre grated, barely a whisper. Was their watcher still there? He didn’t even know. Worse, he no longer cared. His cock was on a rampage, straining against the cuff secured around his shaft and balls. He jammed his hips forward, pushing back, increasing the contact and the pleasure.

“Not on your life. You’ve been asking for this for weeks. This is what you’re here for, what you need. Not someone small and soft. You want it large and hard.” Arshad bent his head near again, lips brushing his ear, and murmured, “Say it, princeling. Let them hear you say you want it.”

That big hard cock was grinding against his now, creating such sweet friction he knew he would never last. Endre groaned against his clenched teeth. His head sagged forward, bumping Arshad’s shoulder, golden hair spilling across midnight velvet. He was on the fucking edge.

“Say it.” That dark voice vibrated softly beside his ear.

No, he wouldn’t do it. He wasn’t going to say it, no matter what his damn cock was feeling. He shook his head.

“Stubborn,” Arshad grunted. Taking the edge of Endre’s ear between his teeth, he gently bit.

“Ow!” When Endre’s head rocked back in surprise, those predatory eyes seized his with purpose before Arshad’s mouth descended, this time fiercely. His mouth was sealed by those lips, his breath trapped, as captive as he was. Something thick and hot, the other man’s tongue, thrust between his teeth to penetrate and fill him. Already lost to the demanding rhythm of the cock bumping and rubbing against his, he exploded, bucking against Arshad’s body as his shaft bunched and semen jetted into the confines of his trousers. His howl of protest and surrender was muffled by the supple, plundering muscle filling his mouth.

 Dangerous Beauty is available at Resplendence Publishing and also at AllRomance.

Saturday Sexcerpt – Love & History by Cheryl Dragon

Love & History
Masters Wanted Book 1
M/F Light BDSM Erotic RomanceBlurb:

Where are all the bedroom Doms? Sick of men pushing her limits, Bridget Sanger brings up the issue on her secret blog. Bridget is ready to give up on kinky love and focus on her career. The blog is supposed to be her last rant, but it takes off. A meddling coworker tracks the page to her and knows the perfect Dom for Bridget.

Stuffy-outside-hot-inside History professor, Scott Kasten finds Bridget an intriguing challenge. History has taught him love never lasts, but their kink could be forever. She’s never thought of Scott like that, but it turns her on all the more to see his sexual side. He’s a man of his word, and she trusts him with her body. The sex is amazingly intense, but she wants a real relationship, and she won’t settle!

Caution:  Light  BDSM Play ahead.  A Sexy Excerpt from Love & History…

available at Resplendence Publishing

available at Resplendence Publishing

She unbuttoned her skirt and slid it down to the floor. Stepping out of her pumps, she regretted wearing boring cotton cream and paisley panties. They did match her bra but were bikini cut, if it helped. “I have lace and satin at home.”

“I have nothing against cotton.” He slid his hand from the top of her thigh-high nylons up to her hip and momentarily slipped a finger under the material.

Carefully folding the skirt, she fought the seductive fog he was putting off. She worked free her tiny blouse buttons then slipped it off and set it atop the skirt.

“All of it, Sir?”

He stood and nodded.

Letting the panties fall, she sat on the edge of the chair to roll off the stockings.

“Not those. They can stay,” he said.

Smiling slightly, she kept her eyes down and put the stocking back in place before unhooking her bra. She stood up and waited for more instruction.

“Move over here away from the table.” He pointed to a spot on an area rug in front of his coffee table.

She admired his apartment from what her gaze allowed. It was very manly with dark leather couches and wooden tables. It felt very much like him. Standing on the indicated spot, she waited. Inside her a fire raged for relief, but he’d tease her first. Since he’d walked into her office that morning, she’d been wet and restless for play. Now, she was naked for him.

He was so calm and deliberate that she wanted to rip off his clothes and give in that instant. What a punishment she’d get! But it was their first time, and she wanted to be good. He had to come back for more. Of all the outcomes from that blog, she’d never imagined this!

“Why are you grinning?” He pinched her ass.

“I was thinking that this is the last thing I dreamed of when I wrote that blog last night.” Lying was pointless. He could have her if he wanted.

“I never expected this either.” He caressed her ass cheeks then slapped one of them.

The fire grew, and her skin tingled. “Thank you, Sir.”

“You like it?” he asked in her ear.

“I do. Please, tell me what to do. Let me service you.” She ran her hand along the front of his dress pants.

The view of him, sleeves rolled up as if ready for work, so intent on her made her feel the complete opposite from last night. He wanted her. His cock pulsed under her touch before he pushed her hand away. This was special. When he smacked her ass twice on each cheek, harder than before, she knew she was where she belonged. Moaning softly, she closed her eyes as the wetness in her pussy grew.

“Take that clip out of your hair,” he said.

She obeyed quickly. He took it from her then played with it along her sensitive breasts.

“Please,” she said.

“What?” he asked. “You don’t like it?”

“No, I love it. Nipple clamps, clothes pins, I love it.” She could nearly get off on rough breast play, but he’d learn that.

“Then please what?” he asked, standing dead in front of her and very close.

The scent of him was like books with a hint of musk. “Please, Sir, let me see you.”

“Ah. Fair is fair.” He stepped back. “But I don’t think this game is fair.”

“At least, your shirt, please. I promise I won’t touch unless you allow it.” She fought the urge to tear his shirt open and lick his chest.

“What do you want right now?” he asked.

“To rip your clothes and suck your cock, Sir.” The words flew without shame. There was a bit of relief behind them. The anticipation of what would come next charged her.

“You may unbutton my shirt,” he said.

Her hands flew to his chest and carefully worked the buttons loose. When she spread the fabric, she nearly fell to her knees. All the hard muscle and teasing layer of chest hair she’d imagined were true. His broad shoulders and strong arms were so sexy, and she couldn’t stop herself. She kissed the center of his chest and licked to taste his skin.

“You’re a bad girl,” he said.

“I’ve been deprived of the right way, the right release, for so long. I can take the punishment for my crimes, Sir.” She knelt, letting her tongue drag down his hard abs and over his belt. She kissed his erection through the dress pants and inhaled deeply.

His hand fisted in her hair and pulled her back. “No, you don’t get to taste first. Get in there, on the bed. Don’t touch anything!” He pointed to the hall.

“Yes, Sir.” She crawled and hoped he’d give her everything she deserved. Kneeling on the bed, she folded her hands in her lap. She’d seen handcuffs, toys and other fun things on his dresser. He’d planned for her like this. The thrill took her deeper into wanting to please him. As much as her cunt throbbed for attention, she needed his attention everywhere.

He walked in, and she looked. Then she stared. He was naked, and his thick cock made her body shiver at the thought of riding him.

“Hands behind your head. Lie back flat on the bed,” he said.

That was definately Sinfully Hot.  You can buy Love and History here:

http://www.resplendencepublishing.com/m8/538-978-1-60735-618-9–love-and-history-masters-wanted-series-by-cheryl-dragon.html

 

Saturday Sexcerpt – Order of Chaos by Rhonda Print

 Here’s an excerpt from The Order of Chaos!

He turned me around and melted me with a look that skimmed me from the top of my head to the toes of the stiletto heels that I still wore. I started to kick the shoes off but he stopped me. “Leave those on.” His voice grew deeper, sultry.

I did a little spin that would make any runway model proud. He grabbed me and tossed me onto the bed while we laughed. “Yes, definitely keep the shoes on.”

“You owe me.” I reminded him.

He stripped off my jeans and flipped me onto my stomach. He began caressing my neck, my shoulders, then further south; alternating between gentle sweeps of his hands and a firmer kneading motion that sprang Goosebumps from my body. I felt the bra strap come undone before his hands slid to the flimsy piece of elastic of my panties. His fingers trailed them down my legs until he removed them completely. Then those magic fingers began caressing their way up my legs, teasing the tender skin on the back of my knees and inner thighs. I heard the Velcro of my holster tear away and felt the weight of my pistol lift off my waist. “Nightstand.” He murmured knowing that I felt more secure if I knew where my weapons were. Then his mouth blazed molten lava on my thighs and I forgot all about weapons.

Saturday Sexcerpt – Blood Crystal by Jannifer Hoffman

Here’s our Saturday Sexcerpt given to us by Jannifer Hoffman From Blood Crystal:

Stephen and Dani are on the run. They don’t know the bad guys from the good guys.

Stephen dropped the towel he had in his hand and covered the four steps separating them. “Get your clothes off, baby cakes, we’re burning darkness.”

Laughing, Dani stood up to undo her jeans. “You do know how to romance a lady.” Both her jeans and underpants barely hit the floor when his firm body came against her. He pulled her into his arms and brought his mouth down on her lips with a need so hungry it stole her breath away. She ran her hands greedily over the taut skin on his back and arms. His body was warm and smooth and she couldn’t get enough of touching him.

He stepped back long enough to pull her t-shirt over her head, then laid her back on the bed. He was between her legs in an instant, reaching down to touch her.

“Dani, Dani, you are so ready for me. I love that about you. Someday we won’t be rushed and I’m going to take my time making love to you.” When he pressed into her, filling her with his rigid member, she gasped with pleasure. He started moving against her then stopped, suddenly motionless.

Her heart raced even faster than it had been. She thought he heard something. When he pulled out and reached for his jeans, she panicked.

“What is it?” she whispered.

“I forgot the condom.”

She drew her hands up and ran them through her hair. “Oh my gosh, you scared the daylights out of me.”

He had the little packet ripped open and he hesitated looking at her. “Would you rather have a baby? Say the word.”

“Will you just get that damn thing on and get back here. We can talk about procreating another time.”

Stephen chuckled and was back on top of her in three seconds. Then he was back inside of her, moving slow and easy, driving her out of her mind.

He kissed her eyes, her mouth, her cheeks, and worked his way back to her lips. “Oh honey, you feel so good. You’re so tight. So hot. You must have a furnace inside you.”

He continued making love to her with his body and his words. She wrapped her legs around him and drew him tighter and closer while his deliberate easy motion brought her to the verge of ecstasy and held her there for longer than seemed possible. She heard herself begging him to end it. His hands came under her, gripping her buttocks and crying out her name over and over when he found his release. The sound he made finally took her over the edge with him.

You can find more Jannifer Hoffman romances on her website:

www.janniferhoffman.com

See you on Tuesday with another Double Trouble!

Tina

Saturday Sexcerpt – Pushing Boundaries by Julia Barett

Here’s an excerpt from Pushing Her Boundaries:

 “Mace?”

He sat on the couch, fully dressed, elbows resting on his knees, his face in his hands. “Yeah?” He didn’t look up.

“One night. Whatever you want, whatever I want. One night. No obligation. No commitment. No ties and no recriminations. No talk about the future.”

Mace lifted his head. His blue eyes burned into her and she was tempted to run back to the safety of the bedroom. “Is that what you really want, Maggie?”

Stand your ground. “Yes, it’s what I really want.”

With a fluid movement that seemed both lazy and dangerous, Mace rose to his feet. He approached her, nostrils flaring, reminding her of a panther stalking his prey. Maggie put her back to the wall and stopped her legs from trembling. She’d made the offer. Mace stood mere inches from her, just looking, not touching. She knew she could bolt, but she also knew he could stop her with one hand. She tossed her head back and stared at him, challenging him. Take me, I dare you.

Still not touching, Mace laid a hand on the wall on either side of her head. “Anything I want?” His voice sounded low, throaty. “No recriminations?”

“Yes.”

“Then turn around and face the wall.”

Maggie shivered. She tried to read his thoughts, but Mace kept his eyes veiled. She licked her lips and did as she was told. She felt a hand on the side of her head and Mace turned her face, pressing her cheek to the wall. His breath tickled her ear, warm and soft, and then his mouth was gone. The hand moved and his fingers traced a gentle path across her shoulder and down her back, finally settling on the zipper of her dress. His movements slow, tortuously slow, he drew it down, his free palm trailing along her exposed skin, leaving goose bumps in its wake. His fingers caressed the small of her back. One finger slipped lower, into the cleft between her buttocks and she sucked in a breath, her body growing hot all over. She arched her back against his hand and he stopped her.

He pressed his palm to the small of her back, gently but firmly forcing her stomach against the wall. “You don’t move until I say.” His voice was nothing more than a soft growl.

Oh. My. God. Maggie’s knees felt weak. He’s barely touched me and I’ve never been more turned on in my life. Maybe this is a bad idea.

His hands slid up and stopped beneath the straps of her dress. He pushed the scant fabric from her shoulders and down her arms. The dress fell, baring her to the waist. Maggie heard the pace of his breathing increase. She wanted to back against him, to feel the size of him. She remembered what she’d felt before, beneath his jeans, when she’d fallen into his lap and he’d stared at her exposed breasts. I want to feel him again.

“Lift your arms.”

“Wha…what?”

He didn’t bother to repeat the words. He simply lifted her arms over her head and placed her palms flat against the wall. His hands never left her. He slid them down the length of her arms, the pads of his fingers trailing cool fire in their wake. His hands stopped at her breasts. Maggie sensed he wanted to touch her nipples. She could feel the tension pulsing throughout his body, even though only his hands touched her. She tried to move away from the wall, to give him access.

“No. Stand still.”

“Please…”

“No.”

“Mace, please.”

“Maggie, hush.”