|
It started as a game, but they are both playing to win.
Tina meets Shaun at a gaming weekend, a monthly meeting of eccentric game players in a British manor house. Shaun is a loner, highly competitive, and devastatingly sexy. When he challenges Tina to a sexual relationship, she can't resist.
The atmosphere of competition extends into their more intimate moments, as they pursue a fiery affair. It starts as a game, but both players soon realise they have to play their way carefully, to win the real prize. In a relationship brimming with challenge and conflict, how will the players get their opponent to reveal their true hand? Customer Ratings:
OVERALL ENJOYMENT Not rated
SENSUALITY Not rated
Based on 0 reviews
Excerpt:
Copyright © Saskia Walker, 2007
All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A Total-e-bound.
Excerpt From: Winner Takes All
He told her he wanted to buy her a pair of thigh-high, stiletto-heeled boots, just to wear in bed.
Tina was close to coming at that point anyway, but the idea of wearing such a delectable sex accessory pushed her right to the edge.
“Thigh-high?” she replied, as nonchalantly as she could, under the circumstances.
Shaun nodded.
“To wear in bed?”
He nodded again, his smile turning wickedly suggestive.
Tina was on her back at the time. Shaun was pivoting against her with her legs thrown over his shoulders. Her feet—strappy high-heeled sandals still on—were locked behind him, fixing his agile body so that the head of his cock wedged against the front wall of her sex to bring her off. He was fully dressed. Her stockings and dress also remained on. In their desperation to take each other all that had been stripped off were her French lace knickers.
“Well,” he said, pausing on his thrusts inside her, “do you like the idea?” He was holding back on her, as if his next thrust depended on her answer.
She bit into her lower lip, trying not to moan out loud, her body hungry and desperate for the crest of pleasure that more contact would bring.
“Go for it,” she said, feigning self-control. She’d already figured he was the type of man who liked a challenge, and she was right. Shaun always did go for it.
He began to move again, riding her fast, going for the prize, locking eyes with her, and urging her on all the while. When she came, she bit the back of her wrist to stop herself from crying aloud. He groaned. His body seized, then let rip with a succession of grinding thrusts, finishing with a deep roar.
Suffused with heat and suddenly languid, she stared up at him as she tried to ground herself. Her emotions were hopelessly tangled. Something about Shaun made her angry and lustful all at once. This was all a game to him, a challenge. That’s all she represented. They were both independent sorts, but at times like this she wanted to slap him for his bravado and cheek, and yet she also wanted to draw him close and hold him tight, for the very same reason.
As he gasped to regain his breath, she pushed his body away from her; afraid she might say the wrong thing, her unsteady emotions unnerving her.
But he grabbed one of her ankles as she lowered her leg to the bed, and took her foot to his mouth, stroked its outline and the enclosure of straps and then kissed the tip of her big toe, smiling at her in the most suggestive way.
While her body burned up in the aftermath of their passions she asked herself why? Why was she drawn to this man, this strange loner who taunted and challenged her so? She would walk away if she could, but the desire she felt ran deep and torrid, and it was undeniable.
|
