Never Enough
My Sizzling New Novel
For those of you who enjoyed The Price of Pleasure - and those new to my books, here's my latest, Never Enough.
Excerpted From the back cover:
A poor short-term marriage to a selfish man convinced Tracy McBride that sex is a waste of time.... She certainly couldn't do what her free-spirited sister Kim does -- namely, teach 'intimacy' weekends to participants looking for someone to liberate their secret desires and inspire new erotic temptations. When Kim's pregnancy forces her to go on bed rest, she begs Tracy to run the winter workshop.
What the buttoned-up beauty needs is a refresher course herself ... someone who can initiate her into the mysteries of pleasure and there's no one more qualified for the position than sexy hotel manager Dave Markoff.
Now, as October leaves fall, so do Tracy's inhibitions, as she discovers an ecstasy she never imagined possible .. and a calling she can no longer deny.
Here's an excerpt from Never Enough
A couple, Tish and Owen, are participants in the Intimacy weekend. Here's a snippet about what the weekend inspires them to try.
Tish awoke later than usual, just a bit sore from their sex of the previous evening. Owen was in the bathroom so Tish had some time to think about her plan. Their sex had been wonderful and Owen certainly seemed satisfied. She was going to use the day's forums to learn still more ways to please him.
She heard Owen turn on the shower and decided to continue her campaign. Sliding out of bed naked, she walked quietly into the steamy bathroom and slipped into the shower behind the man who soon would be her official fiancé. She'd never been a very adventurous lover, but now she was determined to do it all. As water sluiced down their bodies, she rubbed her water-slick breasts against Owen's back.
"Good morning again," he said with an audible gasp. "I love what you're doing."
"I hope so." She picked up a bar of soap and lathered her skin, then again rubbed against Owen's back. Her lathered hands smoothed over his furry chest. "I've got to get you all clean."
Owen turned and rubbed his body against Tish's. "Clean isn't what I have in mind right now. Actually I've got lots of dirty thoughts." With a chuckle he soaped his hands and massaged her breasts.
"Like what?" Tish asked, eager to learn more about what turned Owen on. "Tell me everything."
Owen took Tish's hand and put it on his growing cock. "He's hungry for you."
Sensing there was something more, she asked, "How would he like me to satisfy his hunger?"
Water pouring over them, Owen fondled her breasts. "Do you really want to know?" When Tish nodded, he continued, "Kneel down."
"Do you want to be in my mouth?" she asked, doing as he asked.
Her breasts were at the height of his dick and he took them and pressed them around his rampant erection. "Like this," he said, his voice now hoarse, his breathing ragged. He grabbed the soap and spread a thick coating of lather on both his cock and her breasts. Then with trembling hands he held her flesh tightly and thrust his slippery cock in the valley. "God, I love your tits. I've imagined you this way," he said, each word wrung out of him.
Tish reached around and grasped his buttocks, feeling the play of his well developed muscles beneath his wet skin. "Do it," she said, enjoying the feel of his dick. She took a chance with her language and said, "Fuck my tits."
As if in response to her words he came, semen spurting from the tip of his erection, muscles trembling. Bingo! She'd aroused and satisfied him again. Not wanting him to fall, she eased him down until he was sitting on the floor of the tub. Turning off the water, she wrapped him in a towel and rubbed his skin.
"My God, Tish. Where did you learn to do that? It was amazing."
"You taught me just now," she said, folding a towel sarong style around her chest. "You can teach me a lot."
"I may never move again," Owen said.
Giggling, Tish said, "You better move pretty soon, stud, because I'm not bringing you breakfast."
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