Friday, 9 August 2013

Exclusive Excerpt - A Taste of Paris by Lucy Felthouse

I'm so excited to have Lucy Felthouse drop by today as part of her A Taste of Paris Blog Tour. Her post today not only includes details of her tour giveaway but also something very special. Welcome Lucy.

Guest Blog by Lucy Felthouse.

All week, I’ve been talking about various things to do with A Taste of Paris and the other books in the series, so I thought it was time to give you an exclusive excerpt from the book, just so you can see what it’s really all about. Enjoy.

Exclusive Excerpt - A Taste of Paris

Moving behind her, he slipped his hand between her quivering thighs and found her pussy. It was hot, wet and swollen. Exploring farther, he noted how tight she was, too. He’d have to take it slowly to begin with, as he didn’t want to hurt her.
Putting his lips close to her ear, he murmured, “Hey, what’s your name?”
“Blanche. Yours?”
He smiled—yes, she was white, all right. So pale she looked as if she’d never seen the sun. And yet he knew that Paris, at times, could have some glorious weather. Maybe she was a posh bird and wandered around with a parasol.
There was no need to say anything else. It was clear she was ready, and if he hadn’t already figured that out, Blanche shoved her bottom backward into his crotch, urging him on, encouraging him to fuck her.
He needed no further persuasion, and they didn’t have time to waste or they’d likely be caught.
Holding the base of his erection, he guided it into position. Once the tip was nudging against the slick entrance of Blanche’s pussy, he gripped her hips and slowly pushed himself inside her. She was seriously tight and hot, and the sensation made them both gasp.
“Fuck,” he muttered into Blanche’s ear. “I’m not going to last long at this rate. Would you like me to, er…you know.”
Ryan had no idea why he was being so bashful about discussing stroking her clit, but he suspected the potential language barrier had something to do with it. He realized he was being stupid by asking her anyway. Why didn’t he just do it? At this point she couldn’t exactly claim sexual harassment. Shifting one hand around to the front of her body, he sought the distended nub that nestled between her labia and began to manipulate it. He listened carefully to the sounds Blanche made and the way she moved as he touched her, eager to get it right. He was surprised that he felt so close to the edge—especially given the amount of sex he’d had in the last twenty-four hours. Since they were in such a risky position anyway, it didn’t matter too much, but it did matter that she got satisfaction too.
Quickly figuring out how much pressure Blanche liked and precisely where, Ryan began to pleasure her in earnest as he increased the pace at which he thrust into her. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, pressing his lips to her skin to stifle his moans. She moved one hand from the wall and stuffed her fingers into her mouth, clearly to prevent her own ecstatic moans from slipping out. Wanting to push her higher still, he strummed her clit faster and fucked her harder and deeper. Despite her attempt to muffle any sound, a strangled yelp was still audible in the tiny room—though thankfully the noise the train was making meant nobody else would have heard, even if they were right outside the door.
Seconds later, Ryan lost his battle with preventing the onset of his orgasm. His balls drew up to his body and the base of his spine tingled. He pushed his face harder into Blanche’s shoulder, resisting the temptation to sink his teeth in. The tingle became an explosion and he growled as his cock twitched, spurting load after load of spunk into the rubber. He dug his fingers so tightly into Blanche’s hip that they would probably leave marks. He retained just enough presence of mind that he continued to stroke her clit. Thankfully it soon did the trick, because unless she was the queen of faking it, Blanche came. Her cunt gripped and released his cock in a series of waves as she arched her back and gurgled and groaned into her fingers.
Soon the waves receded and she slumped forward, resting her head on the wall. Ryan leaned on her for a beat as he recovered from his own climax, then, aware he was probably squashing her, he disentangled slowly, reaching down to secure the condom before he pulled out.
He quickly disposed of the rubber and tidied himself up, tucking his cock away and doing up his jeans. A splash of cold water on his face and a scrape of damp fingers through his hair later and he was presentable again. He turned to see how Blanche was getting on and saw that she was looking at him expectantly.

Thanks so much for stopping by! Don’t forget to scroll down, add the book to your Goodreads shelves and enter the awesome giveaway.

Book two of the A Taste Of… series

Ryan Stonebridge and his friend Kristian Hurst are traveling on their year off before going to University.

Unfortunately, Kristian has been called back home due to a family emergency. Ryan continues on to Paris alone, hoping his friend will join him again soon.

In the meantime, Ryan’s lucky streak with women continues, and by the time Kristian makes it to Paris, Ryan’s bumper box of condoms is depleting rapidly. However, there are more than enough women to go around, and Kristian intends to have some sexy fun of his own, and when the boys get a chance to play with two sexy ladies at once, they certainly aren’t going to turn it down.

About the Author

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and 2013, and Best Women's Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. She owns EroticaFor All, and is book editor for Cliterati

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