Title: Braid of
Tongues
Author: Monica David
Series: Braids Series (#1)
Genre: Erotic Romance
Publisher: Self-Published
Release Date: May 27 2015
Edition/Formats: eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
What if your perfectly contented life was suddenly turned
upside down and you were forced to face a decision you never imagined you’d
have to?
Ariane Reis has a husband who loves her, a young son and a cosy family
routine.
When she starts a new job in the heart of London, she has no idea she is about
to embark on a scorching sensory journey of eroticism and self-discovery that
will irrevocably alter her life.
Luka Volkov is a smart and unnervingly intense Russian on her team. He is
young, sharp and insatiable. He doesn’t just seduce her body. He seduces her
mind and the very essence of her being.
Despite the emotional angst she finds herself in, Ariane must fight to get
through the impossible task of untangling love from lust, or risk losing
everything she holds dear. The problem is - not everything is black and
white.
A story both
delightful and heartbreaking about regular people in unanticipated
circumstances.
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Excerpt
When I return to Luka’s room, he is still sleeping in the
exact same position I left him in – sideways, his head resting on his folded
right arm, left arm stretched in front of him, towards me, like an invitation.
I set my stuff on the chair and can’t resist. I kneel by the
bed next to him and carefully pull the sheet off his body. Dear lord, he is
something beautiful. He must have removed his shirt and trousers at some point
after I blacked out, but he kept the trunks on and they look rather constricting.
I’m not remotely surprised at finding him hard.
I reach out and gently set the beast free. Luka sighs. His
penis is nothing short of perfection. Most penises I’ve seen, even in porn,
have something that make them imperfect - size aside, they’re often bent to one
side, the head is disproportionate to the shaft, the skin colour is too pink.
Not this one. This one came straight out of an exclusive mould. Perfectly
symmetrical, dead centre, up, smooth, mid skin-toned, not to mention the girth
and length, which are imposing to say the least. Perfect.
I sweep my fingers gently along it and it twitches. Someone
is definitely awake and it’s not Luka. I caress the stem softly all the way
down, over his testicles. They don’t have a single hair on them. That’s new.
I’m guessing he shaves them. They’re smooth like ripe apricots. I lean forward
and take one in my mouth, sucking lightly. Luka moans but doesn’t wake up. I do
the same with the other testicle, then both, cautiously. I want to enjoy this.
When I drag my tongue along his penis, Luka groans, stretches, and opens his
eyes. I smile, caught with my hand in the cookie jar, or rather my mouth on the
cookie so to speak.
“Having fun?” he mumbles, his eyes bleary.
“Shhhhh,” I murmur. “This has nothing to do with you. Go
back to sleep.”
His grin stretches from ear to ear. “I see ...”
Not one to waste time, Luka shoves a second pillow under his
head, props himself up and lies on his back, hands behind his head.
“Help yourself then,” he prompts.
“Shhhhh,” I say, pulling down his trunks and tossing them on
the floor. “I haven’t had a chance to introduce myself properly.”
His penis twitches. I lie on the bed between his legs and
lick the length from the balls to the tip, gingerly, repeatedly, focusing on my
new toy.
“Well, he’s definitely ecstatic about meeting you.”
I wrap a hand around the base and circle the engorged head
with my tongue, careful not to touch it with my lips. Luka moans and bucks his
hips.
“Uh-huh, stay out of this,” I scold.
He rolls his eyes but is clearly delighted with the game. My
tongue moves around and around in soft circles till I taste some of his
pre-cum. I lick it off. It’s salty. “Hum ...”
His breathing roughens when I gently suck him into my mouth
and hold it there for a moment. I don’t even come close to taking it all in my
mouth, but I ease it in as far as I can bear.
Luka’s lips part as he enjoys the sight of me swallowing his
erection, the lustful frown on his face spurring me on. I rub my tongue on the
underside of his penis and cup his balls, rolling them slowly. His muscles
tighten and a sigh escapes his throat.
Some women don’t enjoy giving blowjobs. I’ve always loved
the control of throwing a man into escalating levels of pleasure until he
reaches that exquisite place of masculine abandonment. I like to watch it
without clouding my mind with too many of my own needs. Right now is my
opportunity to give him back a fraction of what he gave me last night, and I’m
relishing it.
I pull his penis out of my mouth only to sink it back in. I
do this repeatedly, making it slide a bit further each time.
“Fuck!” he groans.
I begin to work my mouth up and down the straining flesh,
sucking him greedily, my tongue twirling around the head while my hand strokes
him.
Suddenly Luka sits up and pulls me to him. “God, Ariane, I
have to fuck you.”
“No! Uh-huh! Lie back down immediately,” I admonish, pushing
him back onto the pillows. “I just had a shower, and besides it’s my turn to
have some fun.”
His eyes sparkle with a mix of excitement and frustration.
“Really? I thought you’d been having a lot of fun.”
“Well, there can be some improvements.” I resume my torture.
“Ooh ...” he croons. “Is that so?”
“Uh-huh.” I nod.
“I’ll ... I’ll have to work on that then.”
“Uh-huh.”
Luka lifts his hips up and thrusts into my mouth. He keeps
his eyes on me, glazed with a fervour that has me redoubling my efforts. He
praises me with louder and harsher groans which I reply to with whimpers of my
own. The power I hold over him in this moment sears me. He is steel-hard and by
the pain in his tone, I know his self-control is waning.
His balls draw up, heavy and tight in my hand, preparing for
release. I want to taste him so badly, I fist the base of his erection slightly
faster.
Luka grabs hold of my head and pumps into my mouth, making
me gag, saliva dripping from the corners of my lips. I gasp for air and subject
myself to his rhythm.
“Fuck! I’m gonna come, baby, is that what you want? You want
me to come in that sweet little mouth of yours, Ariane?”
My sex clenches at his dirty talk, protesting its emptiness
while I vibrate muffled mewls against his cock. I guess that’s all the answer
he needs.
“Have it, baby, have it all!”
He pushes my head down and holds me still as the climax hits
him, his face ravaged by pleasure. He growls and his body jerks and his hot
sticky cream hits the back of my throat again and again. I swallow as fast as I
can and heave for air as soon as he lets me. Then I adjust the suction to a
velvety stroke while he pants under me. He slumps back down onto the pillows.
Smiling victoriously, I wipe my mouth on the back of my
hand. A wide grin breaks across his face and he reaches for me. I move up his
body and it takes me by surprise when his tongue seeks mine. It’s so hot, my
body rekindles. Sean won’t go near my mouth if there’s even a glimpse of semen.
“Thank you,” Luka drawls in between kisses.
Monica David was born in Zimbabwe but she grew up in
Portugal, by the sea. She has been living in London for nearly two decades,
initially on and off in between travels and now permanently with her family. In
addition to writing, Monica loves to read, photograph and travel. She values
kindness, honesty and a good sense of humour.
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