Monday, October 03, 2011

Hot Flash: Day of the Dead by Adera Orfanelli

Day of the Dead

by Adera Orfanelli
Cover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-630-0
Genre(s): Futuristic
Theme(s): Men and Women in Uniform
Length: Hot Flash
Page Count: 21


The legend says if you love someone strong enough and long enough, there's a chance they'll come back on the Day of the Dead. Andree believes in only what she can see, touch, and kill. She's a soldier; that's what they do. And after her lover dies on the battlefield, she doesn't have much of a reason to go on living, except his dying words ordered her to live. Now, with every caress, she'll will him to stay. Because it's the Day of the Dead, and damn it, they both deserve a second chance.

Day of the Dead
Adera Orfanelli
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Adera Orfanelli

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Strong arms wrapped around Andree from behind, pulling her away from the sudden rush of spray. Andree laughed as her lover tumbled them both to the soft sands, then covered her body with his own. Sweeping her blonde hair away from her face, Ghis brushed his thumb across her lips. "Shuttle leaves in two hours." He dipped his head to her collarbone and began to nuzzle tanned skin revealed by the halter top of her bikini. "Might want to dry off and get into uniform."
Andree tangled her fingers in his hair, her hand stilling the downward descent of Ghis's mouth. "Might want to do something else first." Beneath him she parted her legs, smiling as he moved between them.
"You sure you want to risk the sand?" He swept his fingers along the edge of her bikini bottoms, his finger slipping beneath the blue, shimmering fabric. He brushed the edge of her mound.
"I'll ride you. That way I'm off the sand. Can I order you to do that, soldier?" Andree released her fingers from his hair and cupped his shoulders, intending to flip him over.
"I outrank you," he chuckled against her stomach. "But I might be nice... this once." He blew a warm puff of air across her navel, then flipped onto his back, taking her with him. Her pussy nestled against his erect cock. Reaching between them, he pulled down the elastic to free his shaft, then slid the crotch of her bikini bottoms aside.
The thick head of his cock parted her easily, sliding inside with a single thrust. She'd been wet and ready from the moment his arms had come around her. Ghis always had that effect on her, and when she planted her hands on his chest and looked down at him, she thought of the little cabin they'd spied on their way to the beach. Seemed like the perfect place to retire... if they ever got to retire. Grunts like them usually went feet first.
Then his fingers circled her clit, and she lost all semblance of thought except to ride the pleasure rushing through her. Better than hand-to-hand combat, better than rushing into battle and blasting the enemy away, the sheer bliss Ghis provided with his hands, his cock and his tongue never failed to please. She tried to hold back her orgasm, not wanting to come too soon.
Ghis thrust into her. Reaching up, he untied the string holding her top on, and then palmed her breasts.
Andree arched her back. She moaned his name, her mind unable to form more coherent words. With his fingers on her nipples, pinching and stroking, and his cock buried deep inside her body, she succumbed to the commands he gave and came.
Her cry echoed on the empty beach -- thank goodness for off-season privacy -- and she slumped forward. "Two hours, huh?" she whispered and tightened her inner muscles.
Still hard inside her, Ghis's cock twitched.
Oh, yeah, they'd make their shuttle, but they'd be cutting the timing close. Good thing the cabin with their clothes wasn't far away.

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