Today I’m issuing a ‘sit down to read’ warning!! This extract from Lily Harlem’s In Expert Hands is HOT!
Don’t say I didn’t warn you…
Imogen groaned and pressed her palms over his knuckles. She’d been on the edge for what felt like hours and now she needed more, so much more. “I agree, it’s been a long day.”
“I’m not talking about today.” He kissed up her neck, to the shell of her ear.
“You’re not?”
“No, I’ve been waiting for this for months. Waiting to get my hands on you, touch you, learn everything about you.”
She shut her eyes and let those words settle. Damn, it was exactly how she felt too. “Kane.”
“Yes?”
“Fuck me.”
He chuckled and grazed his teeth over her ear lobe. “I always knew there was a bad girl in there.”
“Yes, well, I think you’ve tempted her out to play.” Her voice was breathy.
Suddenly he spun her to face him.
She gasped. Her chest mashed against his shirt and his cock strained at her belly as he pulled her close.
“Be careful, baby, you’re playing with a Dom.” He rammed his mouth down on hers. His tongue probed between her lips, and as he slanted his head to get a better angle it went deeper, sweeping into her mouth.
Imogen clung to his shoulders and gave as good as she got. She’d been waiting so long for this kiss. This hot, hard, desperate kiss with Kane. The man of her fantasies, the man who was now holding her as if he would never let go.
He stooped and cupped her ass.
Imogen was lifted into the air. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms about his neck. She clung to him. Their kiss didn’t break as he strode toward her bedroom.
The thin strip of material covering her pussy was damp and pressing onto Kane’s clothing. She wanted him naked. So many times she’d imagined his bare torso, and now here she was with barely a stitch on and he was fully dressed. She reached for the top fastened button on his shirt and one handidly undid it. Time to rectify the situation.
He kept on walking as she undid the next and the next. Once in the bedroom, he tipped her onto the bed. He hovered over her, trapped by her legs still curled about his waist. She pulled at the material on his shirt and yanked it from the waistband of his trousers. With another tug she had it up his back and sliding over his head.
Finally she had a chance to admire Kane’s body. Even though the room was in semi-darkness, she could see that his skin was tanned and his pecs and abs defined. He had a good coating of body hair, which she’d expect as he was so dark and his facial stubble so thick. What she hadn’t expected were three small tattoos just below his right collarbone—small stars, like the ones on his jacket at the club.
She slid her hands over him, caught his nipples beneath her fingers then smoothed round to his shoulders.
He released a small moan. “Imogen.”
“Mmm?”
“While I still have some rational thought in my head, I should ask…” He paused and looked down at her breasts.
“What?”
“Should I? Do I need to wear a condom?” He glanced back up at her face. “I’m clean.”
It hadn’t been what she’d been expecting him to ask. She let her legs slip from the tight grip she had on his waist. “I er…no. I had full check a few months ago.”
“And…” He pressed his groin against her pussy and the hard length of his cock rubbed over her panties. “Are we in danger of making any little Kane and Imogens?” His lips twitched, as if he were holding in a smile.
She caught her breath. “No, no that’s covered. Pill.” But damn, the thought of having his babies…
“In that case, we should get this show on the road.”
“Yes, take the bull by the horns,” she added.
“Excellent analogy.” He dropped his head and kissed her. As he did so, he manoeuvred them both up the bed until her head was on the pillow.
Imogen ran her hands over his buttocks, touching him through his trousers. Damn, why was he still wearing clothes? “Take these off,” she said. “Now.”
“Bossy little thing, aren’t you,” he said, ducking and taking her right nipple into his mouth. He massaged her other breast, tweaking and teasing, scooping the flesh into his palm.
Imogen shut her eyes and ran her hands over his hair. So many times she’d dreamed of touching him, having him touch her, and now it was happening.
He spread his kisses downward, over her navel and to her lower abdomen, his hands spanning her waist, his thumbs stroking her skin.
She fisted the sheet and watched as he kissed her mound over her panties. He lingered and breathed deep, as though taking in her aroused scent.
“Kane…”
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he said, slipping his fingers into the elastic of her underwear. “Or how difficult this is for me.”
“What do you mean?”
“Fuck. I just want to fuck. Take you to places you haven’t been before.”
“So do it. Take me.”
He shut his eyes for a moment and shook his head. “Give me strength.” He pulled at her knickers exposing her thin strip of pubic hair and her pussy.
He moved quickly and efficiently, tugged them over her feet then stood from the bed.
He loomed large through the shadows. He was breathing fast, his wide shoulders shifting up and down. He reached for his belt buckle and undid it, slowly drawing the leather through the loops.
She swallowed and watched it slide free.
He twisted the buckle end around his fist, twice.
Imogen stared at the leather held tight in his hand and the dangling strip that hung down past his knee. Damn, that looked like a pretty good flogging implement.
Is that what he’s going to do?
She clenched her buttocks. Butterflies of nerves alighted in her stomach. He’d said vanilla—had he changed his mind? Was he going to make her ass red and sore then fuck her?
He was staring at her, just staring at her.
She felt sacrificial, vulnerable…she felt like his.
“Damn it,” he muttered, dropping the belt suddenly. He undid his fly and his trousers loosened. He pushed them off then slipped his black boxer briefs down his legs.
Imogen wished the lights in the room were on, that she had more than just the glow from the New York skyline. She wanted to see him, all of him.
He stepped to the side of the bed, and she saw his cock in silhouette, jutting up and out from a mass of groin hair.
Fuck, the guy was big, but again, she’d expected that.
As if guessing her thoughts about light, he flicked on the side lamp. A warm radiance filled the room.
“I need to see you,” he said, climbing onto the bed next to her. “Every bit of you.”
Imogen nodded and reached for him. She dragged his warm body close and breathed in the scent of his skin.
He kissed her, his cock nudging against her hip as he stroked her upper body. “I need to know,” he murmured, “what you liked and didn’t like at the club.”
“Is this business talk?” She pulled back and traced her finger over his jawline. “You want to know if I liked the color of the walls?”
“No,” he growled. “I want to know what turned you on. Made you wet…” His caress traveled to her pussy. “Here.” He dipped his finger between her lips and pressed her clit, just lightly.
“Mmm…” Imogen said, “that turns me on.”
“I mean the spanking you saw. How did that make you feel?” he spoke onto her cheek then kissed up to her temple.
“Hot, sexy, I…liked it.”
He eased through her pussy and found her entrance.
Imogen spread her legs wider, wanting to feel him there, needing penetration. “Oh…” she said on a sigh. “Yes…more…”
“Talk and I’ll give you more.”
Talk, yes, she could do that. “I liked watching the flogging, the woman on the bench, that turned me on. Seeing her strapped down, fucked like that.”
“At the club you said but. I asked if you’d like to be that woman and you said yes but…” He smoothed around her pussy, teasing by not going near her clit or inside her.
“But.” Fuck, she struggled to remember now. Kane touching her was pretty distracting. She shifted her hips, hoping for more.
“What was the but…?” he asked against her ear. “Tell me, but what?”
Ah, now she recalled the words that had been in her head. “But, but I wanted it to be you, Kane, not Master Zen behind me, flogging me, fucking me. I would only do that with you.”
“Oh, perfect answer.” He pushed into her—two long, firm fingers.
Imogen moaned and clenched her internal muscles around the invasion.
“Jesus, you’re so hot and tight,” he said, propping onto his elbow and looking down at her.
“And you’ve got me ready to beg for it,” she managed, reaching for his cock. It was time to get serious.
“Ah, ah, ah…” He shifted away and gave a devilish grin. “Not yet, you must tell me more.”
“About what?” She pouted.
“The club.” He withdrew from her pussy then pushed back in, a slow finger fuck.
Imogen gripped his forearm and felt his muscles tense beneath the skin as he moved. Damn, the guy was hot, a tease for sure, but really hot.
“Tell me about the cross,” he said. “Would you like to be tied to that with me paddling your sexy ass until it’s red and sore?”
“Yes. Yes, I’d try it.” Just the thought sent more moisture to her pussy.
The heel of his hand connected with her clit and produced the dense pressure she’d been craving.
She moaned and clutched him tighter.
“And the butt plug?” he said, “Have you ever tried one?”
“No…never.”
He set up a steady rhythm, in and out of her pussy, riding over her clit. An orgasm was buried deep, but his ministrations were tempting it to the surface. She groaned and squirmed; the soft, moist sounds of him easing into her dampness turned her on all the more.
“So you’re an anal virgin?” he whispered.
“Er, yes, I suppose so.” She’d never really thought about anal sex. Never been with anyone who’d suggested trying it.
“How delicious,” he whispered. “To have all that pleasure to come.”
“I—”
“What about bondage?” he asked, upping the pace of his hand.
“Oh, God.” Imogen tensed her thighs and closed her eyes. He was getting it just right, mounting up the pressure.
“Imogen,” he said sternly. “Bondage. You ever been tied up?”
“Er no, I mean, yes, once, with a scarf, messing about…not like that…” She paused. An orgasm was approaching.
“Not like what?”
“So seriously, ropes, benches… ah…fuck, I’m going to…”
“You’ve never been strapped down with ropes and handcuffs.”
“No, no… I, God, please, I’m coming…”
“Yes, you may come, come now.” He ratcheted it up a level, fingering her G-spot and rubbing her clit. “Come, baby. I need to see you come.”
“I’m coming now.” She opened her eyes and stared up at him.
He was looking at her with wild intensity, his shoulder shifting as he pumped his fingers into her hard and fast.
Her abdomen tensed and she curled forward, pressing onto him. She gasped as release overtook her. She dug her fingernails into his forearm as pleasure shot from her pussy. Her skin tingled, her cunt spasmed. Still he kept on dragging out her bliss.
“So fucking beautiful,” he said, “I knew you would be.”
“Oh… Kane…” She pushed at his hand—it was so much, too much. “That’s it, please. I need to catch…my breath.”
He slipped his hand from her and she flopped backward and drew her legs together. Aftershocks rippled through her pussy and she moaned with each one.
He caught her face in his damp hand and kissed her, his stubble catching on her chin.
After a moment she pulled back. “You play dirty,” she said, smiling.
“What? Me?” He tweaked her right nipple and drew it to a point.
“Yes you, Mr Ward.”
He smiled. “I just have ways and means of getting what I want.”
“And you wanted to find out about my sexual experience to date.”
“I’ve only just scratched the surface of what I want to find out about you, and only just started on the experiences I want to give you.” He leaned down and took her nipple between his teeth. He bit gently then tugged, pulling it to a long, stretched point.
Imogen let out a juddering sigh; the discomfort held dark pleasure. She wanted him to stop but wanted more.
Kane released her nipple then applied the same treatment to the other one.
Again she tensed at the pain, but then relaxed into it, let it spread over her breast.
He stopped and a slow smile tugged his lips wide. “It’s time to fuck,” he said.
“Yes.” Her heart was beating wildly—she was desperate to feel him inside her.
She reached for him as he slid over her, his body weight pressing into her slightly. He was all she could see, smell, feel. Had she ever been so overtaken by a man before?
His cock nudged up against her entrance and she spread her legs wider.
“I want you to come again,” he said, his lips brushing hers as he spoke. “I want to feel you come around my dick.”
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Lily Harlem Bio
Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning, multi-published author of contemporary erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Xcite, Ellora’s Cave and Sweetmeats Press. Her Hot Ice series regularly receives high praise and industry nominations.
Before turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest HarperCollins release, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse draws on her many experiences while nursing in London. Lily also self-publishes and The Silk Tie, The Glass Knot, In Expert Hands and Scored have been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release.
Lily writes MF, MM and ménage a trois, her books regularly hit the #1 spot on Amazon Best Seller lists and Breathe You In was named a USA Today Reviewer’s Recommended Read of 2014. Her latest MM novel is Dark Warrior.
Lily also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes under the name Harlem Dae – check out the Sexy as Hell Box Set available exclusively on Amazon – The Novice, The Player and The Vixen – and That Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel ‘every woman should read’.
One thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem, is it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!
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Many thanks for sharing such a hot read Lily!
Happy reading,
Kay x
