For the first time in ages, I'm not rushing around like a maniac this Sunday so I've been taking it easy and reading the Sunday Snogs and perusing the Sinful Sunday pictures.
I have joined in Sinful Sunday once but I'm still rather camera shy so will have to drink a bit more coffee* until I do it again, but I sure do love them artsy images that y'all share! (*wine)
Sunday Snog though - that's in my comfort zone - a lovely big chunk of words all ending in a kiss - here's mine - I haven't decided what I'm going to use so this will be a surprise for me too... hope you enjoy! And remember to click on the links to read other Snogs today - take it easy and get in the mood for a lazy Sunday :D
*update* Vida Bailey said this might contain spoilers... scroll to the end for the links about which book it's from! I don't think any of it gives anything away but I may be too close to the work ;)
Lena let herself giggle and roll among the bodies, laughing and breathing into each other. She wished she could look at the rich greenery, but they traveled by night and the landscape was still gray. There was no denying the health and vitality of the field beneath them as they playfully wrestled, the shrieking and panting slowly turning to groans and long nasal breaths as excitement turned to lust. She found herself lying next to Mae with Angelo straddling both of them, pinning them into the earth. His eyes glinted with desire as he looked down at them both, licking his lips. Lena bucked her hips to dislodge him a little. Want was building in her sex and she wanted to open her legs to the night. The world suddenly felt full and fecund and Lena wanted to feel the full force of the raw, fertile wilderness. She wriggled in the grass and grappled with Mae’s top with one hand and Angelo’s waistband with the other.
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing? I’m calling the shots here, or hadn’t you noticed?” Angelo pushed his weight down, pressing the women by the pelvises. They both giggled as he told them to be quiet. “I mean it. I am in control here. We have company, in case you had forgotten.”
Lena fell silent and felt her cheeks redden in the darkness. It was beyond belief, but she wanted him. She wanted to be taken now by her lover, here in the grass, and by the mewling coming from her right she could hear that Mae did too.
“I’m going to make you come together,” he said with a rawness to his voice which had Lena smiling to the roots of her hair. Dampness oozed from her heating pussy and she wriggled again, just a little, to try and ease the rising need. “I’m going to finger you both at the same time until your pretty little cunts convulse around me.”
It was shocking. It was a shocking statement, and Lena blushed at his words and at how wet they had made her. He shifted his hips and wriggled down the women’s legs, sliding his palms up their inner thighs. Lena glanced at Mae whose head was tipped back in anticipation of the ecstasy she was about to receive. All Lena could think about was how different their pussies might feel. They must be different down there. It had never bothered her before, and she was angry at herself for letting these thoughts intrude on what should be a thrilling, secret finger-fuck in the grass while their traveling companions were none the wiser.
Angelo’s hand squeezed the top of her thigh firmly and his middle finger probed between the fleshy cushions. Mae groaned and wriggled by her side, but Lena remained stock-still, her breath held high in her chest. All the other times, the women had been taking turns—this simultaneous stimulation was intense. What if Mae’s pussy was better than hers, more juicy, or suckled him tighter, deeper, harder? Lena clamped her soaking thighs shut and Angelo growled.
“What do you think you’re doing?” His voice was a low, menacing whisper, and Lena was even more confused. She was feeling ashamed and inadequate and the purring to her right wasn’t helping things. Why couldn’t she just live in the moment like Mae?
“Sorry, I’m just...”
“Uptight and needing to come?” Angelo dipped to her ear, his voice steady yet unbearably
He leaned in and kissed Lena very quickly and very hard on the lips. So hard that her teeth bruised into her pout. He seemed to have read her mind. His hand was still firmly clamped to her thigh and she let her muscles relax, surprised to see she sank into the grass by about three centimeters.
“That’s better,” he said on a breath...
That was from The Meeting Point, the final book in The Clockwork Butterfly trilogy.
I hope you might fancy reading the rest!
Now off you go and enjoy the rest of the naughty Sunday goings ons!
Tabitha x x x