Oh, I’ve got a
sexy snog for your today! This is a brand new excerpt from The
Ingredients of Bliss, a naughty scene on a plane that features
not one but two types of oral activities.
And to thank you
for reading, I’m giving away a copy of Her Secret Ingredient,
the prequel to The Ingredients of Bliss, in
which Emily and Harry first meet. Just leave me a comment telling me
whether you’ve
ever done anything naughty on a plane—or
if you’d like to! Be sure to include your email address so I can
find you if you’re the winner.
After you’ve
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for more Sunday kisses!
Harry wanted to thrust—I sensed the tensed muscles in his thighs and belly—but that would have made our obscene activities too obvious. So he had no choice but to let me take the lead. I bobbed up and down, taking him deep, then pulling back to swirl my tongue over his crown and flick the sensitive ridge underneath. He slumped into his seat, tilting his pelvis up to improve my angle. Every so often a shudder would seize him, when I hit a particularly good rhythm.
The vibe still
pulsed against my clit. Pleasure still hummed through me. Now,
though, I was focused on pleasing my lover.
I
knew his
body, his
reactions, the
patterns of
his arousal.
He was
close to
release. Come
on,
baby.
I slid
my pursed
mouth up
and down
his slick
shaft. Let
go.
Fuck
my
mouth.
Make
me
your
cum
slut.
I
want
it.
I
want
it
all.
Something
snapped. Despite
the risk
of exposure,
he started
to thrash
in his
seat, slamming
his cockhead
against my
palate, taking
me over.
I stilled,
giving him
control, thrilled
as always
by the
moment of
total surrender.
A ripple
crawled along
his shaft.
He clenched
his thighs
around me.
His cock
spasmed and
thick, bitter
cum flooded
my mouth.
I swallowed
the first
wave and
was inundated
again.
I
didn’t
think he’d
turned up
the level
of the
vibe. I
doubt he
was conscious
enough to
do so.
The taste
of him
was enough,
though, to
trigger my
own climax,
a rich,
slow surge
of bliss
that left
me trembling
and full
of joy.
I laid
my cheek
against his
thigh and
let pleasure
sweep me
away.
“Is
anything wrong,
sir?” I
recognized the
voice of
the cabin
attendant who’d
brought the
blankets.
The vibe flicked
off, sparing my over-sensitized flesh. Harry rested a cautioning hand
on my head.
“Um, no, thanks.
I’m okay. A touch of air sickness, but I’m fine now.”
“Where’s your
companion?” Did I catch a hint of suspicion in the stewardess’
voice?
“You mean my
fiancée?”
Warmth welled up in
me. He’d never called me that before.
“She’s
in the
toilet. Take-off
hit her
a bit
harder than
it did
me.”
“Do you want me
to check on her? We’ll be starting the dinner service soon, and she
really should be in her seat.”
“No,
no, I’m
sure she’ll
be all
right. I’ll
take care
of her.”
‘I’ll
take
care
of
her.’
I didn’t
doubt that
he would.
A few minutes
passed. My breathing returned to normal.
“Okay,” Harry
murmured. “The coast is clear.”
I scrambled out
from under the blanket and settled into my seat, grateful for the dim
lighting on this night flight.
Harry
tipped up
my chin
and planted
a kiss
on my
cum-sticky lips.
“Fasten your
seat belt,
love. I
heard there’s
some turbulence
up ahead.”
He fumbled
under his
blanket and
I heard
the faint
sound of
a zipper.
“I’d say that
it had already started,” I countered with a grin. “I think I need
to go clean up, though. Don’t want to arrive at my parents’ place
stinking of sex.”
“Hey, there’s
no hurry, Em. In fact, I think that might be premature.” Flinging
the blanket aside, Harry rummaged in the carry-on he had stashed
under the seat. He handed me a zippered pouch. “The next time you
go to the toilet, I’d like you to insert this.”
I
peeked into
the bag.
A neon-pink
butt plug
and a
foil packet
of lube.
Oh, by
the
gods,
what
will
he
think
of
next?
“Harry, really…
I don’t think…”
“Your place isn’t
to think, slave, but to obey.” He leaned in for another kiss.
“Right?”
“Ah…”
Surreptitiously, he
cupped a breast in his palm.
I melted. “Um,
right. But…”
“Emily.” The
sternness in his voice stopped me cold.
“Yes, Sir?”
“It’s more than
fourteen hours to Hong Kong. I have to keep you from being bored.”
10 comments:
Fourteen is a long time. What fun they could have!
debby236@gmail.com
No, I haven't
bn100candg at hotmail dot com
I have to admit that I've thought about doing something naughty on a plane flight, but my flights are usually during broad daylight. Loved the excerpt!
JessieL62 at comcast dot net
I've never done anything really naughty on a plane. Just some playing under the blankets. My flights are normally under 6 hours.
orelukjp0 at gmail dot com
Actually, a 14 hour flight is not fun at all... ;^) Wishful thinking.
Anyway, thanks for dropping by, Deb.
;^)
Thanks, LL!
Hi, Jessie,
There's always the rest rooms...
But the truth is, fantasy is much more malleable than reality. Especially lately. There's no way someone could get on her knees between a guy's legs, given how cramped modern airline seats have become.
On the other hand, I once (in my youth) has a sexual experience on a Greyhound bus...!
Six hours is plenty of time, Gayle...!
Congratulations to Jessie, who has won a copy of Her Secret Ingredient!
Thanks to all of you who commented.
Wow! Thank you for giving us the chance. I've had a busy few weeks with my daughter's wedding on 7/24 and then I babysat my granddaughter for the week. Only had intermittent chances to check my email. Sorry for the delay. Please let me know what info I need to provide by emailing me at JessieL62@comcast.net. Thanks again!
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