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Lucy is a graduate of the University of
Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared
to write an erotic story - so she did. It went down a storm and she's never
looked back.
Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Constable and
Robinson, Decadent Publishing, Ellora's Cave, Evernight Publishing, House of
Erotica, Ravenous Romance, Resplendence Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite
Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour, Seducing the Myth, Smut by
the Sea and Smut in the City.
Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join
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Hi Lucy I'll hand over to you now.
Firstly, I want to say a big thank you
to Elodie for having me on her site. I'm delighted to be taking part in the hot
couples feature! So, without further ado, I'll introduce my couple.
Annalise and Damien are a couple from my
erotic romance novella, Off the Shelf.
They met in an airport bookshop, and as Annalise is afraid of rejection and
Damien is very shy, they took a while to get it together.
I think they're hot because they're so
different. Annalise is no nun and has no trouble finding men for casual fun,
but she struggles to find someone she wants to have a meaningful relationship
with. Damien is definitely not your typical romance hero; he is geeky, has long
curly hair, glasses and isn't particularly muscular. He is what many would call
a beta hero. But regardless of that, Annalise has the serious hots for him but
is too scared to do anything about it to begin with. However, when the two of
them finally start to be braver, sparks start to fly and a fun and very sexy
story ensues.
Here's an excerpt:
They were silent as Damien pulled on to
Annalise’s driveway. He killed the engine and they were both out of the car and
at her front door in a matter of seconds. Annalise had already fished her keys
out of her bag on the journey home, so there was only a small pause as she
unlocked and opened the door.
Once they were inside, she locked the door
behind them. When she turned, Damien was standing in the middle of her hallway
fiddling with his shirt cuffs again.
‘Uh-uh,’ Annalise said, shaking her head at
him, ‘no more of that shy business. Please.’
He snapped his hands to his sides, looking
suitably chastised. The dimple in his cheek appeared, along with a slight
blush, when he said quietly, ‘Upstairs?’
‘Ohhh yes.’
Annalise dropped her handbag, kicked off her
shoes and dashed up the stairs. Damien took off his shoes and followed closely
behind her.
Flinging open the door to her bedroom, she
snapped on the light, then crossed to the window and drew the curtains.
‘We don’t want to scare the neighbours now,
do–’
Turning from the window, her words were cut
off by Damien standing right in front of her. Annalise took a tiny step
forward, and they were touching. She thrilled at the sensation of his body
heat, and couldn’t wait to feel the same heat, yet skin to skin. Sucking in a
deep breath, she almost drooled at the scent. She could smell a mixture of
shampoo and cologne, and it was good.
There was some tacit agreement that they’d now passed
the point of no return – despite still being fully clothed – as Damien put his
hands on Annalise’s hips and pulled her more tightly to him. He said just one
word before leaning down and capturing her mouth in a kiss.
‘Condoms?’
The plural hadn’t
been lost on her, and the frisson of heat between her legs sparked into a full
flame. Fuuuuuuuuck.
‘Mmm-hmm ...’ she
replied, twining her arms around his neck and kissing him back. He was a damn
good kisser. He had just the right mixture of confidence and skill, which made
the butterflies in her tummy transform into crazy zings of lust and zoom wildly
throughout her body.
The delicious
feelings increased tenfold when Damien opened his lips and she felt his tongue
try for access to her mouth. She gladly admitted it, and the hot caress of his
tongue against hers caused a trickle of juices to slide from her pussy and soak
into the gusset of her pants.
She was suddenly
very glad she’d gone with her earlier instinct and worn not only matching, but
very sexy lingerie. Not that she was going to be wearing it for much longer ...
Annalise shuffled
forwards, gently pushing him. Damien took the hint and they moved as one
towards her bed, falling onto it with her on top. Just as she leaned down to
kiss him again, he stopped her. Removing his glasses, he gave a wicked smile
and asked her to put them down on her bedside table.
‘Don’t want them
getting in the way, do we?’
Climbing off him,
Annalise carefully deposited his glasses on the bedside table. Then, agreeing
with Damien’s logic about things getting in the way, she quickly removed her
earrings, necklace and bracelet. Finally, she opened her top drawer and
retrieved a condom. Turning to face him once more, she saw that he’d moved so
he was now positioned with his head on the pillows, and his hands behind his
head, waiting. He raised his eyebrows.
‘Oh, I’m sorry,’ Annalise said, her voice dripping
with sarcasm, ‘was I taking too long?’
‘Yes,’ Damien
replied without hesitation. ‘Now come here.’
Annalise clambered
across the bed and straddled Damien. She felt the bulge in his trousers
pressing against her arse and wriggled against it. Dropping the condom on his
chest, she said, ‘I think you’re going to be needing that.’
‘You think?’
‘Shut up and give me
a kiss.’
‘With pleasure,
ma’am.’
Grabbing the condom
packet in one hand, he reached up with the other and pulled her down on to him.
Annalise opened her mouth immediately, eager to have his tongue in her mouth.
Not to mention certain other places.
Shifting slightly,
she transferred her weight from her hands to her elbows. Her breasts were
crushed tight against his chest, causing them both to moan at the sensation. It
was nice, but it hadn’t been Annalise’s end game. No, she’d freed her hands so she
could do what she’d been longing to do for a very long time.
She tangled them in
his hair. It felt every bit as good as she’d imagined; springy yet soft.
Annalise had to restrain herself from yanking on it and getting to work on his
exposed throat, like she had in one of her daydreams.
Maybe later.
For now, she was
going to hold on tight and enjoy the ride.
Their kiss grew more
heated, and Annalise’s hips rocked almost involuntarily with every sensual slip
and slide of their tongues. Of course, each and every movement was grinding her
clit against Damien’s erection, making them both more and more frenzied. Their
tongues clashed increasingly violently, and Damien jerked beneath her, pushing
his hard cock more forcefully against Annalise’s vulva. She growled, and thrust
back. By now, she could feel her sodden knickers clinging to her pussy and
could think of little else but Damien fucking her.
Sitting up suddenly,
Annalise didn’t bother to answer Damien’s confused, ‘What’s up?’ She thought
her actions would make her intentions perfectly clear. Too impatient to turn
around and get Damien to undo the zip, she grabbed the hem of her dress and
tugged it over her head, dropping it to the floor beside the bed.
Damien didn’t say
another word. He didn’t need to. His face said it all, as his gaze caressed her
body; from her tousled hair down to where her crotch was pressed against his.
She didn’t think it was possible, but the more he stared the more aroused she
became, until her stiffened nipples were chafing almost painfully against the
cups of her lacy bra and her cunt felt like molten lava.
Annalise couldn’t
take it any more. Without a word, she reached down and undid the belt of his
trousers. She tried to pull it from the loops, but because she was still
astride him, he struggled to raise his bottom enough to help get rid of the
belt.
Huffing impatiently,
Annalise rolled off Damien and flopped down beside him. ‘Get them off,’ she
said crossly.
He laughed, but did
as he was told. ‘Horny, are we?’
‘What do you think?’
At 35, travel writer Annalise is fed up
with insensitive comments about being left on the shelf. It’s not as if she
doesn’t want a man, but her busy career doesn’t leave her much time for
relationships. Sexy liaisons with passing acquaintances give Annalise physical
satisfaction, but she needs more than that. She wants a man who will satisfy
her mind as well as her body. But where will she find someone like that? It
seems Annalise may be in luck when a new member of staff starts working in the
bookshop at the airport she regularly travels through. Damien appears to tick
all the boxes; he’s gorgeous, funny and intelligent, and he shares Annalise’s
love of books and travel. The trouble is, Damien’s shy and Annalise is
terrified of rejection. Can they overcome their fears and admit their feelings,
or are they doomed to remain on the shelf?
Buy the book : http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/off-the-shelf/
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