Book snippets – Page 8 – Nicolette Hugo

#SEXYSNIPPETS #MySexySaturday

Today I’m joining up with My Sexy Saturday, a new loop, and combining it with my regular Nuthouse Scribblers blog hop.

The mandate is to post a sexy snippet: 7 sentences (8 this week for completeness) from a work in progress. Here’s mine for the week from Exhibition…

It had become impossible to keep still and he was forced to pin her down by the wrist as he finished drawing on her arm.

His knee on the table between her thighs as he leaned over her, pushing up against her, giving sweet friction as she ground her sex against his thigh.

Trembling she rode the only part she had of him between her legs desperately seeking some relief. She was shameless with hedonistic need.

The whole session had been foreplay, the bastard knew what he was doing. He had taken her to the edge and kept her there, teetering.

“Almost done,” he whispered over her skin.

He pulled his thigh away, just before she tumbled over that edge, making her whimper in frustration.

Nicolette Hugo ©

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#8sunday

The Weekend Writing Warriors share 8 sentences over the weekend.

Here are mine (edited to fit the 8) from Exhibition…

Grace wasn’t sure how long he drew on her, teased her. His hands spoke for him as he worked in silence, but her breathing, her low torn moans became louder.

He made her soft and pliable under him.

When he leaned over her to draw up her arm, his shirt kept lightly brushing her turgid nipple to the point of pain, causing her to twist and groan; rub her thighs together.

“Be still,” he admonished with a slap to her breast.

She bucked from the pleasure of it, almost came, but he withdrew all his touch.

He left her rasping for breath as she backed away from the edge of pleasure.

Then he started again.

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#SEXYSNIPPETS

Every Sunday, a group of us sign up at the Nuthouse Scribblers blog and post a sexy snippet: 7 sentences (8 this week for completeness) from a work in progress.

Here’s mine for the week from Exhibition…

She heard him clip the cuffs together above her head. He opened her fingers again, settled something light, smooth and mostly round into the palm of her hand. “Hold onto this apple, if you need to safe-word, just let it fall.”

She felt his finger on her cheekbone and she leaned into it. He drew his finger down and across her clavicle. Random touches still filling in the outline of her body as he made his way, an inch at a time, back down to the bottom of the table and her feet.

Skin tingled with life as he lit her up. It took forever and it took too soon, until it felt like there wasn’t a stretch of skin he hadn’t touched to awaken her body. She was fully corporeal, heavy with expectation.

Nicolette Hugo ©

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#8sunday

The Weekend Writing Warriors share 8 sentences over the weekend.

Here are mine (edited to fit the 8) from Exhibition…

“Do you have a safe word?” he murmured, his thumb lazily stroking over her hip bone repeatedly. He spoke loud enough to hear, but soft enough that she had to focus to follow him.

She shook her head, she never bothered with one because she never called it – she didn’t get anything she didn’t want or deserve. Grace thought she heard him mutter something but it was too soft for her to be sure.

“No safeword…no play, ” he said as his hand left her hip and a finger traced along the crease of her thigh, over her neatly trimmed mons, down the seam between her thighs. “So what’s it going to be?”

Grace panicked for a moment, her mind blank, unable to think of a single word. All she could focus on was his hands on her body, his voice in her darkness – need.

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#SEXYSNIPPETS

Every Sunday, a group of us sign up at the Nuthouse Scribblers blog and post a sexy snippet: 7 sentences from a work in progress. Here’s mine for the week from Exhibition…

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Grace ran a palm over his chest, following the muscled curves, trying to use the hard warmth of his body to quell any further doubts.

When he stopped, he set her down on what felt like a table. Pushing lightly against her chest, he laid her flat on her back. Grace could still hear people around them, but an audience had never bothered her, hell audience participation had never been a problem either and as he touched her the crowd faded away.

His hand slowly dragged from her chest, passing between her breasts and down to her abdomen. When he had helped her off the cross his hand had easily spanned her stomach but now the tip of a finger dipped and swirled into her belly button.

Link to NuthouseScribblers: http://thenuthousescribblers.blogspot.com.au/p/sexy-snippets.html

#8sunday

The Weekend Writing Warriors share 8 sentences over the weekend.

Here are mine (modified slightly to fit the 8) from Exhibition…

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It was impossible to miss the girl with the guestbook sign above her head. Nudity this side of the door was commonplace, but seeing her offered like that, a canvas, Jason felt the irresistible urge to fill the blank spaces.

Jason walked closer, deliberately stepped into her space. Robbed of her sight, he let her feel his presence.

“I’d very much like to draw on you,” he said softly, intimately. “I’d very much like for you to say yes.”

Classically trained Jason could paint and draw well enough to sell, but he had found his passion and artistic identity behind the camera. It had been a long time since his fingers had itched to draw like tonight.

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