IN TOO DEEP - Portia Da Costa
Just a quickie to mention that IN TOO DEEP, my "sexy buxom librarian meets hawt professor *and* naughty letter writing pervert" novel, is out tomorrow - 11th November - in the US!
To celebrate, here's a mini excerpt.
Librarian Gwendolynne and Professor Hottie McHotstuff aka Daniel are experimenting with some slightly kinky games... to take his mind off some issues he has to deal with.
He kisses hard, the onslaught so exciting it’s almost like being fucked before we’ve even got our robes off. His long, elegant hands start to rove, caressing me roughly through the towelling, using its texture as an extra stimulation.
Eventually though, he rips my robe open and bares my body. Then, jerky and impatient, he pulls the sash roughly out from beneath me, and grabs my wrists and pushes them over my head. In a series of loops and knots that a boy scout would be proud of, he secures my hands to the brass head rail of the bed, and tests the bonds to ensure that my wrists aren’t too uncomfortable.
Oh God… oh God…
A sense of wild panic crossed with delicious, submissive weakness sluices through me. Oh God, I didn’t expect this, not at all, not at this strange, emotional juncture. I’m just not ready for it, yet I’ve been waiting far too long. Automatically, I start to wriggle, and a smoky fire begins to smoulder in Daniel’s eyes at the sight of it. My compulsion to test my bonds seems to please him, and his beautiful mouth curves devilishly. His obvious pleasure makes my skin feel hot and tingly.
Still robed himself, he leans over my exposed form, bringing his face close, and I realise that somewhere along the line he’s removed his glasses. He doesn’t seem to be having too many problems seeing me though. In fact he’s happily ogling everything he wants.
Without warning, he dips right down and licks my nipple, his tongue warm and tricky as it caresses the puckered tip. The sensation of it shoots right down to my clitoris, making it throb, and as he bites lightly, and at the same time, slides his thumb into the dent of my navel, I moan and whimper.
‘Hush,’ he mutters against my breast, then closes his teeth again, ever so lightly. They feel very sharp and very threatening, and he lifts and tugs and circles, drawing out the soft flesh like a little cone. I bite down hard on my lip to suppress my groans, while my pussy protests silently, burning and aching to be touched.
For a while he plays intently with my breasts, handling them, cupping them, fussing with my nipples until they stick out lewdly like fat, dark studs. As I fight not to go crazy, and occasionally fail dismally, hefting my hips about on the bed, his fingertips also sometimes stray to other zones. They return to my navel, prodding and probing in a way that makes me jerk and wiggle out of all proportion to what he’s doing. And sometimes, he just draws the tips of his nails up and down the groove between my belly and my thighs, the indentation of my groin.
Studiously, and very scrupulously, he avoids my sex.
But I can’t avoid it. It seems to have taken over my entire consciousness. It feels swollen, tense, open, stretched by agonising desire. It seems to pout between my thighs, glistening with juice and almost steaming, it’s so hot, hot, hot for his attentions.
I’m almost dying to come, and to feel anything of him down there. Finger. Tongue. Cock.
Yet, somewhere in the still cool heart of my consciousness, I recognise that even though I’m on fire for him, this interlude is about Daniel, about him being in control, about him losing himself in the game and forgetting what lies ahead of him.
My intense frustration and torment of temporary denial is a sweet gift I can give to him, to distract him.
I open my thighs wider, squirreling my hips about against the sheet, lifting my pussy, showing myself to him, offering total submission. Letting him know that my flesh is his, completely, to do with as he will.
IN TOO DEEP is available from Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk and from Books on Board as an ebook