Super Sexy Sunday Snog (and Giveway!)

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 recovered from my excerpt, head back to Victoria’s Snog Central, 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.”