Hairy Hump Day #97 (NSFW) and weekly news

BEARSPIRATION: Happy Hairy Hump Day number 97, bookish folk! I’ve been mad at work going over the finished audiobook I’ve narrated for “Nervous Kid”, plus doing some editing for my latest novel. I’m hoping both will be coming out very soon – I’ll have a blurb and cover reveal for the novel once the photos for the cover are done. Today, in lieu of news, I’m posting a small sneak preview of the new novel below. No setup needed – it’s pretty self-explanatory 😆 Happy reading!

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Bruno makes the next furtive move, sliding his fingers over to interlock with mine. It’s the precise segue I needed. Ditching my now-empty glass, I pull his hand to my mouth and begin to place soft kisses on the back of it. The skin is warm and the hair covering it dances across my nose and moustache. My response pays off and Bruno leans forward suddenly, locking his lips with mine. It’s a much more gentle prelude than the one we’d enjoyed in the toilets at the pub. His voice hums as he moves, his mouth softly nipping away at me. Our moustaches brush together as our noses nudge side-by-side. The combined heat of our skin lingers in the air, driving the urgency inside me up another notch. I clasp my hand to the back of his head and we begin to move faster. He’s kissing my cheek, moving further back towards my neck. As his humid breath wafts across my ear, I begin to moan. At once, his strong arms are around me, clutching me tight in a secure embrace. His gentle kisses rain down behind my ear, then trail along my neck. A rush of energy climbs its way up to my scalp, ripples of heat that reverberate through every hair follicle. His tongue traces my throat and I let out a small cry. This kind of sensuality is something I’m not accustomed to. I can’t believe I’ve gone through so many years without it.

“Oh, God,” he whispers. The shaking in his voice, the potent sense of passion in his tone unleashes something wild inside me and I clamber onto his lap, my knees straddling his hips. I launch myself at his lips again, delving my tongue in deep, fighting with him in a burst of desperate need. My hands clutch at his neck, his shoulders, the back of his head, as I battle to get further into his mouth. Bruno grips me tight, his fingers kneading at my back, one hand working its way down till it slips under the waistband of my shorts. I feel his fingers travelling hastily into my bare arse crack and my groans hurtle into a sudden crescendo.

My rampant lust is spiralling out of control. Our mouths are so profoundly entwined that I don’t want to let go. Bruno kisses with such intensity, it’s like his whole mouth is dying to own me. Our tongues are thrusting, tasting, swallowing, our grunts are coming at a rate of knots, our arms are grabbing at each other in a frenzy. Somehow one of his fingers has found its way to my arsehole. It’s pressing eagerly, working its way just inside. My entire body tenses. I can no longer restrain the urge to move into the second act.

“Jesus!” I moan, tearing myself away from Bruno’s lips. “Let’s go.” No further explanation is needed as I shuffle off his lap and drag him towards the spare bedroom.

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