“More?”
“Yes.” She nodded and drew Tisha toward her again for more wonderful kissing.
Tisha planted a finger on Lucy’s mouth. “First, tell me your name.”
“Lucy.”
She ran her finger across the bottom of Lucy’s lip. “Pretty.”
Lucy lost the ability to speak when she kissed her again. The pull of Tisha’s lips and her plundering tongue caused her cunny to flutter, and that hidden knot of muscle she rubbed sometimes before bedtime swelled.
“I need….” She gasped, arching again when Tisha moved her face down and peppered kisses on her bosom, licking and sucking until she reached the edge of her bodice and dipped her tongue inside.
She bit her lip as Tisha cupped her breasts and poked and prodded her hard nipples. She cried out when Tisha snuck her hand inside her bodice and her fingers swept over her skin. Her other hand landed on Lucy’s stomach, rubbing and stroking.
“Hurts,” she sobbed. Her pussy throbbed and fluid built within, the escalating pressure too much for her to control.
Tisha removed her hand from Lucy’s breast. She cried out from the loss and seized Tisha’s hand and put it back, but the woman shook her head.
“Be a good girl now, and I’ll give you what you want. I’ll take all the pain away,” Tisha purred and lapped the top of Lucy’s breasts.
She covered her eyes with her arm, unable to bear the sight then rocked up and twisted her hips, trying to find relief. She was rewarded by Tisha lifting her skirts and scooting her hand up Lucy’s stocking leg and thigh. She searched for the slit in her drawers and sighed when she slipped her fingers inside Lucy’s mound.
She turned her face to the side, ashamed by how wet she was. It had never been the case when she had been with Irena and certainly not with Giles. Tisha owned her body for the time being, and she gladly gave her free rein. She bowed back when Tisha’s cupped her cunny, her fingers spreading apart her feminine folds and probing deep within.
“Aha, there you are.” Satisfaction lined her voice. She curled two fingers up, flicking Lucy’s button of pleasure.
She whimpered and rocked in Tisha’s hand. She twined her leg around Tisha’s hip.
Tisha nibbled on Lucy’s breast, and Lucy moaned. She wanted Tisha to rip the fabric and free her breasts, to feel Tisha’s mouth and tongue on her skin. She was on fire, ready to explode any minute.
Tisha licked and sucked in time with her fingers that poked and prodded. She swept her fingers along Lucy’s folds, pumping in steady strokes. She rocked against Tisha, squirming and twisting, indulging in the sharp jolts running through her body.
“Inside you?” Tisha lifted her head and panted.
“I don’t understand…oh dear God!” She sat up when Tisha’s fingers impaled her. She clutched the back of Tisha’s head to gain purchase from the burning. Never before had she felt anything like it, and when Tisha twisted her hand, she saw black spots and started to shake. A burst of pressure and a deep throbbing rushed through her core and blasted right in her center. Her mouth opened in a wordless scream, only to be covered by Tisha’s wanton mouth.
Each contraction from her cunny made her tremble violently. Tisha’s hand never stilled, and Lucy’s inner muscles latched around the instruments of pleasure, milking Tisha’s digits for all they were worth. Only when the pangs subsided did she fall back, mewling on Tisha’s mouth as she welcomed her consuming, succulent kisses.
The rushing sound in her ears remained as she returned to Earth. Tisha slowed her kissing until to pecks with a few nibbles her and there. She hugged Tisha to her and thanked the woman with pats and strokes along her nape and head.
Tisha moved to the side and withdrew her hand from Lucy’s drawers, fingers and palm glistened with her release.
“Hmm, you enjoyed yourself.” Tisha licked away the dampness.
Her breasts still tingled, and her nipples firmed and primed for another round of lovemaking.
The Princess’s Bride (Pirates of Flaundia #1)
Daisy de Fleurre, an exiled princess from a faraway land, longs for true love. She almost experienced that at the tender age of eighteen, when she and her servant Chelsey engaged in a smoldering love affair one brief summer before they were separated forever. Eight years later, Daisy is engaged to a man who wants to offer her the world. But she still longs for the woman she has never forgotten.
The dastardly lady pirate C.W. Dread, lives for revenge against Lord Humphrey, the evil man who murdered her family. She lays plans to kidnap Humphrey’s fiancée, hold her for ransom, and introduce her to the delights of the flesh. Then her revenge will be complete! But Dread is in for a shock when her prisoner is a ghost from her past who she once adored deep down to her very core.
Lord Humphrey will stop at nothing to destroy Chelsey, and possess Daisy for his own nefarious means. Unaware of what awaits them on the open seas, the two former lovers realize their passion, although once forbidden, is as intense and turbulent as the ocean Chelsey calls home.
Excerpt:
The rocking of the ship and the sounds of seagulls calling to one another woke Daisy from her slumber. She blinked and shifted to her side as her stomach churned. She took deep breaths to keep from vomiting on the comfortable bed she lay on.
She sat up, and the room spun so, she dropped her head in her palms and swallowed as her stomach rebelled once again. Her cheek throbbed, and her head felt as if it was going to burst open. She moaned and gingerly touched the sore spot on her head. A lump about the size of an egg stung when she poked it.
“Where am I?” She lifted her head again. She blinked a few more times to bring the room into focus, and when she could see clearly again, she looked around in wide-eyed fear. This was not her bedroom.
Her mouth was dry, her lips chapped. No amount of licking them would give her the relief she needed. She was saddened by the sight of her beautiful ball gown all torn and encrusted with grime and other unrecognizable stains. Her hands were also smudged with dirt, and a few of her nails were broken.
When she noticed her diamond engagement ring and necklace were missing, she searched the bed in a wild manner, praying her jewelry had fallen off among the sheets. All she found for her troubles were a few pieces of lint and long, dark hairs.
She groaned loudly, tunneling her fingers through her hair, and scrunched her nose as the scent of horseflesh rose from her dress. Before she could stop, a yawn escaped. As she opened her mouth wide, the right side of her face burned, and her lip stung horribly.
She pressed a finger to her mouth, and it came away bloody. Trying to remember the last few hours, she crawled slowly across the large bed covered with many multicolored pillows and coverlets. She had just set her foot on the floor when the door opened. She backed away and landed up against the iron headboard as a tall person dressed in all black came in holding a tray filled with fruit and bread. She covered her mouth to hold back a squeak when the person turned around, set the tray down on an empty space on the desk, and looked at her.