A Snog for Sommer is here and you can win some great prizes by following along with all the blogs taking part.
Why are we doing this? Sommer Marsden is a fantastic (and lovely) erotic romance author (Check out her books on Amazon or visit her blog) but Sommer’s family are going through a really challenging time as her husband is fighting pancreatic cancer. The hope with this blog hop is that we can raise some money to help them with the financial costs of dealing with this.
So onto the snog! Here’s a short excerpt from The Journal, and if you’d like to win a copy of the ebook, then Like my Facebook page and come back here and comment with what number you were and your email address. I’ll pick a winner on Sunday, 21st September :).
He pulled her to him and dropped a gentle kiss on her lips. The kiss deepened, passion flaring. They held each other close, both thinking of all they could have lost and of how much they wanted to hold on to each other; to everything they had together. She wrapped her arms around his neck, conscious of his erection pressing against her hip.
He ended the kiss and smiled at her, stroking her hair and then her face. He trailed one finger lightly down between her breasts and she shivered with pleasure.
“I’m going to keep you alert for a little while,” he said. One hand teased her nipples to peaks, while the other wound itself into her hair, pulling her head back gently for another deep kiss. She moaned against his lips, already aroused.
He released her hair and lifted her dress, tracing the edge of her panties and then slipping just one teasing finger inside her. She clung to him, breathing quickening as he explored her.
“Hmm, I think you may already be… alert,” he grinned. “And I think the tiredness will pass when you see what I have in mind.”
He held her wrist and led her into the bedroom, laying her out on the bed. He looked down at her, taking his time; savouring every curve of her body, enjoying the thought that she was his to do with as he pleased.
“You are a good girl. My beautiful girl. I’m a very lucky man.”
Those words… good girl, my beautiful girl… sent a shiver down her spine, as he knew they would, and the smile lighting her face almost took his breath away. He quickly stripped his clothes off, needing to be with her; to touch her bare skin and feel her body close to his.
Quickly and confidently he disrobed her, wanting no barriers between them. Not now. Gracefully, he lowered himself onto the bed, lying down beside her.
That first warm velvet touch of skin against skin had them both desperate to touch, both not wanting even the slightest amount of space between them.
He reached down to kiss her, but instead of their lips meeting, he consumed her lips into his mouth. He played with them with his tongue, sucking her bottom lip and then her top lip, tracing his tongue lightly around them.
He kissed her neck and she threw her head back to accommodate him. He bit, he gathered pieces of her aching flesh into his mouth; he ran his tongue around the contours of her ears. His hands gripped her skin tightly, as if he were clenching his fist but holding her skin in between his fingers. His hands moved quickly, with assurance; knowing just where to touch to have her aching for him; longing for him to be inside her.
He clenched her around her waist, her ass, the back of her neck, the tops of her legs; all the while kissing her with such raw passion that she could barely breathe.
Don’t forget to visit all the other fantastic blogs on the hop and please donate if you can: http://smutforgood.co.uk/a-snog-for-sommer/
