I’m working on a new book which will hopefully be out soon. It’s a bit different than my normal fair, but I think you’ll enjoy it. It takes place in NYC in the 60s and has a somewhat vintagey feel. It started as an homage to Emmanuelle but turned quickly into a GNY story.
You can see my two working covers above, and here’s an excerpt from the beginning of the book:
For a moment she thought of simply opening her mouth and letting him use it for his pleasure, and yet for some reason the thought of staying as they were, without any actual contact, was far more enticing. Just inches from her mouth, he moved slowly, and she stared at the head, red and tinged with a single bead of come; it made her mouth water. But after just a few moments he moved back, eliciting an uninvited sigh of regret from her lips. Instead of simply waiting longer however, Susanna decided he had played her far too well for her comfort, and it was her turn to take control of the situation. She stood and slid past him until she faced the small mirror with her back to the man in the gray suit.
Leaning forward she lifted her dress once more, parting her legs ever so slightly as she bent down. She reached between them and began to touch herself far more fiercely than he had done for her. He moved closer once more, his eyes now glued to her as he watched her fingers move faster. With her head down, she was unsure how close he was, and for a moment she was unsure what he would do and even of what she wanted. Would he simply fuck her, taking her posture as a clear offer, or would he continue to simply watch as he touched himself?
She knew he was close because she could hear his breathing, and every once in awhile his hand bumped into her backside as he continued moving it up and down his thick shaft. On occasion she was sure she felt his cock bump against her sex, and the thrill sent shivers down her thighs as she pictured him entering her in an instant. She sighed as she grew closer to the edge, knowing she would come in just a few more seconds unless she stopped herself. There seemed to be no reason not to though, and soon she was letting go, her body tensing and releasing as she moaned into her arm, trying to contain at least some of her excitement.
He watched her come, her lips swallowing her fingers as she did, and now he touched her more and more frequently while still never entering her. Susanna could feel him against her lips, sometimes his manhood and something his hand as it moved faster, and she wondered how soon he would come and if she should move. His groan was the only thing that gave him away, and before she could make a decision, she felt him come, warm and wet against her cheeks and the small of her back. She stood still as she felt it slowly slip down the crack of her ass before running in between her lips and her still nestled fingers. Horrified and excited, she made a decision without thinking at all.
Leaning forward even more, Susanna pushed a finger inside her, feeling his release all around her. She began to rub it into her skin, over her lips, and even within her, and her second orgasm followed quickly. He made no sound at all as she made herself come once again, and she wondered if maybe now he would finally take her. She pictured it as she came, his thick cock entering her until he finished once again, but she no longer felt even the brief touch of his skin against her. When she finally let go and adjusted her skirt, she saw the door open and close, his heard his footsteps vanishing down the hall.