| Author: | Sapphire Rush | ISBN: | 9781497741843 |
| Publisher: | Sapphire Rush | Publication: | January 15, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Sapphire Rush |
| ISBN: | 9781497741843 |
| Publisher: | Sapphire Rush |
| Publication: | January 15, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Confident cougar Simone doesn't let being the wrong side of 35 stop her having fun! When she's having trouble finding a partner at the office New Year's Eve party, she ends up taking shy temp Rufus home and into her bed...where a major suprise awaits her!
Warning: These 3,023 words make up a charming holiday tale of casual, passionate sex with an older cougar and a much younger man - be careful not to judge this book by its cover!
Excerpt:
He was ready for it, and as we kissed for the first time, I noticed he was a good couple of inches taller than me.
Well, I didn’t notice it right away. A shockwave ripped straight through the back of my mouth and all up and down my spine, and I responded immediately, pushing back against him, forcing his tongue deeper. We broke and I nearly stumbled, so I kicked my shoes off. How on earth had I not noticed how tall this boy was before? Now I had to get back on tiptoes to reach him so we could kiss again, and again, and again, twirling gently towards the overstuffed sofa, the only luxury I allowed myself in my little shoebox home.
We sagged down onto it and I climbed quickly into his lap. I could feel the heat burning through his crotch, and I kissed him again, taking the lead this time, exploring his mouth as he’d explored mine. He enjoyed that. It’s amazing how many guys have to be all-action all the time. And quite sad, too. If only they knew what they’re missing. Still, their loss.
He didn’t let me keep the initiative for long, mind you. His hands explored the small of my back and I shifted on top of him (he inhaled sharply) to direct them further down towards my butt. He didn’t turn the opportunity down, and squeezed it shamelessly. More fires, these ones heading straight to my sex, and I shifted on top of him again, as much for my sake as his now.
I went for his shirt buttons. He’d got rid of his tie in the cab, and they were just asking to be opened up. Damn, he was wearing a black T-shirt against the winter weather. I resolved momentarily to move to Australia, or New Zealand, or somewhere else they had Christmas in summer. But to do it in the morning. Maybe the afternoon.
I stroked my hand over his chest anyway. God, it felt good. Just pliant enough to push my fingers in a little way…but over a bed of hard, firm muscle. Damn t-shirt! He helped me with the buttons, and every time our fingers clashed another tiny spark went darting all through my nervous system. When we were finished, he stroked my face and just looked at me for a second. It felt as though he were looking right through me, right to my core.
Confident cougar Simone doesn't let being the wrong side of 35 stop her having fun! When she's having trouble finding a partner at the office New Year's Eve party, she ends up taking shy temp Rufus home and into her bed...where a major suprise awaits her!
Warning: These 3,023 words make up a charming holiday tale of casual, passionate sex with an older cougar and a much younger man - be careful not to judge this book by its cover!
Excerpt:
He was ready for it, and as we kissed for the first time, I noticed he was a good couple of inches taller than me.
Well, I didn’t notice it right away. A shockwave ripped straight through the back of my mouth and all up and down my spine, and I responded immediately, pushing back against him, forcing his tongue deeper. We broke and I nearly stumbled, so I kicked my shoes off. How on earth had I not noticed how tall this boy was before? Now I had to get back on tiptoes to reach him so we could kiss again, and again, and again, twirling gently towards the overstuffed sofa, the only luxury I allowed myself in my little shoebox home.
We sagged down onto it and I climbed quickly into his lap. I could feel the heat burning through his crotch, and I kissed him again, taking the lead this time, exploring his mouth as he’d explored mine. He enjoyed that. It’s amazing how many guys have to be all-action all the time. And quite sad, too. If only they knew what they’re missing. Still, their loss.
He didn’t let me keep the initiative for long, mind you. His hands explored the small of my back and I shifted on top of him (he inhaled sharply) to direct them further down towards my butt. He didn’t turn the opportunity down, and squeezed it shamelessly. More fires, these ones heading straight to my sex, and I shifted on top of him again, as much for my sake as his now.
I went for his shirt buttons. He’d got rid of his tie in the cab, and they were just asking to be opened up. Damn, he was wearing a black T-shirt against the winter weather. I resolved momentarily to move to Australia, or New Zealand, or somewhere else they had Christmas in summer. But to do it in the morning. Maybe the afternoon.
I stroked my hand over his chest anyway. God, it felt good. Just pliant enough to push my fingers in a little way…but over a bed of hard, firm muscle. Damn t-shirt! He helped me with the buttons, and every time our fingers clashed another tiny spark went darting all through my nervous system. When we were finished, he stroked my face and just looked at me for a second. It felt as though he were looking right through me, right to my core.
