Hottie of the Week: Orlando Bloom

All you need is the eyes... you don't need anything else.. ok, maybe the lips too...who am I kidding, I'll take the whole damned package.

Foreplay Moves and Tips - Week #3

12. Pucker Up

Share a passionate 10-second kiss every single day. A lot of couples keep having sex but stop really kissing. And that's a shame, because it's such a wonderful, intimate act. So just go up and lay one on him. Instantly, you'll feel passionate instead of platonic. What a rush!—Ellen Kreidman, author of The 10 Second Kiss

13. Touch a (Sensual) Nerve

One of the most explosive nerves in the body is located at the top of the inner thigh. Start by licking your finger (the wetness increases the stimulation) and slowly drawing it from the mid–inner thigh to the top. Then follow the path you just traced with your tongue, teasing your way to the upper region. Because the skin here is tender, it's important to watch how he reacts. If he flinches, you're exciting the nerve to the point where it feels too ticklish. If he flinches, give the area firmer kisses. —Lori Buckley, PhD, of The Better Sex Video Series

 14. Have Hotel Sex at Home

Try re-creating the away-from-home atmosphere in your own bedroom. Buy sheets with the highest threads-per-inch count you can find (look for 200 and above), and invest in some thick, fluffy robes to lounge around in. You'll both feel like you're on an incredible vacation from the rest of the world.—Ellen Kreidman, author of The 10 Second Kiss

 15. Make It a Quickie

If you're turned on at an inopportune time and in semi-public place, act on your feelings. Although it feels a little bit naughty, a quickie will help you stay faithful. People often have affairs solely for the illicit rush from doing something "bad." Quickies allow you to experience all of the having-an-affair thrill with none of the cheating.—Ellen Kreidman, author of The 10 Second Kiss

16. Keep Your Eyes Open

Watching his every move while you’re hooking up is a great way to explore more of the emotional side of intercourse. Start by kissing with your eyes open and looking at each other during foreplay. Gradually build up until you can sustain eye contact throughout both of your climaxes. You'll experience your orgasm in a totally different way. —Barbara Keesling, author of Discover Your Sensual Potential

 17. Taunt Him

You might be surprised how easily you can become synchronized. Lay your hand on his chest, and have him do the same. Since heart rate speeds up during orgasm, if you stay hand-to-heart connected while you do it, you'll feel how wild you're driving each other.—Barbara Keesling, author of Discover Your Sensual Potential

Hottie of the Week: William Levy

I wasn't too sure who this delicious man was at first, but then I thought... do I really care? Just sit back and enjoy the view.

Belong to Me by Shayla Black #3

He cupped her breasts with his soapy hands and thumbed her incredibly sensitive nipples. Bracketed by the delicate silver jewelry, they stood up, had swelled and every brush of his skin against them had her gasping and holding on to him.

“Good. Not another word.”

“But-“

He cut her off by lifting and spinning her until she was directly beneath the warm spray. The soap ran down her body until only warm water remained in rivulets. Logan began to catch them with his tongue, the shower running down his face as he sipped at her breasts and lapped at her tight, aching nipples. “So fucking gorgeous, Cherry. I love eating at these. I love eating all of you.”

Tara nearly lost her mind. Tingles multiplied and sizzled, firing her blood, burning hotter with his every word until he nearly shut down her brain.

He wedged his feet between hers and nudged her legs apart – and she was too far gone to object. Her stomach pulsed as he covered his mound possessively with his palm, fingers sliding into her slick folds.

“It’s so sexy how wet you get for me.”

She was still catching her breath when he lifted her body against his, arms straining, veins bulging, as he forced her legs around his waist and flattened her back to the wall. She hissed as the cold surface between her shoulders and the inferno of his flesh over her breasts. Heaven and hell all in one.

And she wanted it, him, throwing her arms around her neck as his cock bobbed between them, steely and thick and impossible to resist.

He bent, positioned himself at her entrance, and tried to impale her in one savage thrust.

“Take me,” he panted against her jaw, then covered her mouth with his.

Logan gripped her hips and pushed her down on his cock as he arched, trying to shove more of that fat blue head and those unyielding inches into her. She gasped against his lips – and he used the opening as an opportunity to thrust his tongue deep.

Tara couldn’t feel, hear, see, smell or taste anything except Logan. He overtook every sense, wrapping himself all around her with his strength, his conviction, his seduction. She’d had “Just sex” before. This was far more.

 With a whimper, she wriggled, trying to take all of his hard stalk. He cursed, eased back a fraction, then plowed so deeply into her body, her head fell back against the tile with a scream.

“That’s it, Cherry. Take every inch of me, sweet girl. Yeah,” he rasped into her ear as he stroked into her again, easier with each spine-tingling plunge. She softened to accommodate all of him.

“Logan.” She grabbed frantically at his hair. “God, you fill me up. I’ve never felt so alive.”

His lips razed across her jaw. “I’d been dead for years until you came back. Don’t leave me.”

Never, a voice inside her cried.

But was it really that simple? Could they simply resolve to be together? Her stepfather would oppose it. More important, they still had trust issues to bridge. In her head, she knew why Logan left her in high school. But for her heart, letting go of the pain and believing that he wouldn’t hurt her again wasn’t a matter of pure logic.

But when she was in his arms, like now, when he couldn’t seem to get close enough, she felt adored. Like the only woman in his world.

Logan cupped her, lifting her closer as he nipped her lobe and whispered to her. “You’re so beautiful, baby. I dreamed of you. Wanted you. Fantasized. For me, it’s always been you.”

And with every word, he forged deeper inside her slick, swelling pussy, scraping against her sensitized flesh. When he was like this, it was so easy to crave him, care about him, impossible to remember any reason she shouldn’t.

“That’s it, Cherry. Get all tight on me.” He slowed his strokes, lingering over the one  spot designed  to send her soaring.

“Please, Logan!” she dug her nails into his shoulders, feeling her world tilt out of control.

“It’s right here, baby. Let me give you what you need.” He grabbed her tighter, ground into her, against the spot that ached most.

That was all she had to hear. With his voice mingling with her racing heartbeat, and their bodies moving as one, pleasure rushed her. Overwhelmed by the sensation overtaking her body and Logan shouting her name, she reveled when he followed her into the rush, coming inside her in a hot, liquid release.

Foreplay Moves and Tips - Week #2

6. Try Finger-Food Foreplay
Have a romantic dinner without utensils so you can feed each other. There's something sensual about placing food in your partner's mouth. After a meal like this, serve yourself for dessert.—Ellen Kreidman, author of The 10 Second Kiss

7. Love Your Booty

Look at yourself naked in a full-length mirror for five minutes a day and focus on what you love about your body. If this feels awkward, get ready or blow out your hair while standing naked in front of the mirror. By getting used to your unique shape, you'll gain confidence that will naturally spill over into your sex life and make you twice as enticing to your guy.—Barbara Keesling, author of Discover Your Sensual Potential

8. Slip into a Naughty Costume

Try one of these outfits since they'll help you get in the moment. If you’re feeling like a flirty, girlie tease, put on a white cotton undie set or sexy lingerie and pull your hair into a ponytail, or don a schoolgirl-like plaid miniskirt with an oxford shirt tied above your navel. To become an X-rated seductress, wear something red or black in sheer fabric or lace, then add crimson lipstick and nails. Outfits not only help you get in the moment, they also give him a visual turn-on and inspiration.—Jamye Waxman, author of Getting Off

9. Pleasure His Penis

Cup your hand around his member, creating a "bun" around his "hot dog." Then kiss the part of his penis that's exposed while breathing hard. Your hand will trap your exhalations and make his penis feel superhot. With your other hand, work his testicles. He'll think he has died and gone to heaven.—Paul Joannides, author of The Guide to Getting It On

10. Keep Your Pants On

Encourage your man to touch you when you have your favorite tight jeans on (and don't let him take them off). His hand can glide over your crotch more easily, and the material will transmit the sensations over a wider area.—Paul Joannides, author of The Guide to Getting It On

11. Toy with Him

Stock up on sex toys like velvet-lined handcuffs and silk blindfolds. You can never go wrong with a vibrator. Ask him to buzz it against your clitoris or tell him simply to sit back and watch you handle it. It will feel amazing for you, and he'll be turned on just by seeing you so turned on.—Susan Block, PhD, sex therapist and author of The 10 Commandments of Pleasure

Hottie of the Week: Chris Pine

One of the newer men to hit the big screen... am I ever happy he did.

Belong to Me by Shayla Black #2

“No, Logan. Damn it!”

He shot her a harsh stare. “I told you, I’ll grant your climax when it pleases me, baby. I’ll fuck you when I think you’re good and ready. If you’re damning me now, there’s still too much starch in your spine.”

His steely words reminded her that, while he had a heart, he was also a big, very bad Dom. Not once since they’d started having sex had he truly unleashed that side of himself on her. Last night, he’d been tender, but desperate to have her. During her training with Xander, he’d been downright possessive. After the public submission, he’d inhaled her.
Tonight, Logan would utterly dominate. This was his fantasy, and his searing stare told her that he planned to live it the fullest – while he drove her to the brink of sanity.

“Please, Logan. I need more.” He’d left her so close to orgasm that her body burned. The air conditioner kicked in, but it didn’t help. Instead, the air flow dragged a cool breeze across her nipples that sent her into a sensory tailspin. “I can’t take this.”

He dragged his fingers through  her soaking pussy again, then swirled them around her nipples, coating them with her essence, making the peak harder.  “You’re strong, Cherry. Trust that, if you give me what I want, I’ll give you what you need.”

A basic tenet of any good D/s relationship Tara tried to reassure herself that fact, but with her body on fire, perspiration beginning to coat her skin, and a haze of need clouding her thoughts, he could only whimper. Submitting everything to Logan in the privacy of his bedroom, when it meant so much to him, when he had complete control  of her every sensation, turning her on wildly.

“Can you do that?”

Honestly, she wasn’t sure, but she feared that if she said no, he’d stop everything and leave her to burn. “Yes, Logan.”

“Good girl.” Slowly, he released her wrists. “Get on the bed.”

Heart pounding, she did. Logan wasted no time in shackling each of her limbs at the corners of the bed, spreading her wide open. Then, still dressed in his leathers, he crawled between her knees, sat back on his heels and looked his fill.

Her skin burned under this dark, unwavering gaze. Spread so totally, feeling vulnerable, her pussy seeped with need. She writhed and arched, lifting her hips to him. “Touch me.”

“I told you, you’re not setting the pace or making the rules. Forget that again, Cherry, and I’ll have to punish you.” His silky tone belied the hard glitter of his eyes. “I’d rather savor you, so totally open to me. I want you good and ready for every nasty thing I’m going to do to you.”

At this words, her pussy clamped down. Empty inside, the aching hollowness consumed her, so acute it almost hurt. Without warning, Logan bent and lashed his hot tongue across her pussy. She cried out and bucked up,, the sudden jolt of pleasure stunning her. Tara wished desperately that Logan would cover her body with his, fill her with his cock, and take her hard.

Instead, he lifted his head, he face dark and intent in the mysterious shadows. “Ready to give me everything I want from you?”

“Yes! Take me. Anything. Everything.”

Logan pushed a strand of hair from her face, caressed her shoulder, her breast. “Good answer. I’m going to lift your pussy and ass up, baby. I want them spread wide open for me.”

His words thundered a dark desire through her as he slid a pillow beneath her hips, forcing her to tilt up. Her feet turned out, which spread her legs even more, exposing her completely. She fought to touch him, lure him closer, but he’d restrained her so thoroughly that she could only keep her legs spread and raise up to him in a silent plea he ignored.

With a feral smile, Logan slid a possessive hand over her mound. “Here, now, that’s no training, just us. It’s sweet to know that you like being at my mercy, Cherry. Too bad I’m not going to have any tonight.”

He scrambled off the bed to tear off his leathers, then he approached her, his body taut, huge cock standing tall and thick. He glided a gentle hand from her shoulder to one breast, circling, but not touching its tight nipple. As she gasped, arched, he moved down her abdomen, settling his fingers into her folds.

“I need to give you this dominate part of me, as much as I need you to submit yourself totally. I won’t rest until I know that you truly belong to me.”

When his gaze locked on hers again, every shred of the desire clawing at him reflected in his eyes. And determination. This was far more than sexual for him. He was playing for keeps.

Her heart turned over in his chest. An alternate thrill and panic rushed through her. What if she let her guard down and he broke her heart again?

What if he didn’t and ended up loving her for the rest of their lives?

His eyes hardened. “You’re starting to overanalyze this, Tara. Don’t.”

How could he know that, because he knew her so well?

“I’m giving you fair warning,” he whispered, lowering himself over her body. “Tune out those destructive worries and just feel.”

Logan captured her mouth with his in a kiss. The simple press of the lips quickly turned devasting as his tongue prowled deep, exploring her mouth with a thoroughness that staggered her, leaving her in no doubt of his dominance. He left his stamp of possession on her swollen lips, letting her know that he would take any and every part of her as he wished. As she whimpered, he proved that she didn’t want him any other way.

Tara felt herself slipping deeper into a well of desire with every stroke of his tongue against hers. She tried to press her body to his, but the shackles held strong. Instead, she threw herself desperately into the kiss, giving him every bit of her hunger.

Suddenly, he wrenched away and stared down at her, his eyes nearly black as he backed onto his knees and caressed his way down her body, leaving a trail of heat in his wake.

Then Logan settled himself between her thighs, and she quivered. Her heart pounded furiously as he held her gaze while he slowly bend to her pussy.

He lapped at her swollen, slick folds and opened her wider with the spread of his thumbs. “This is mine,” he murmured. “It’s always been mine.”

Yes!! The thought screamed through her brain, but she couldn’t gasp enough air to say it.

"I’m taking it back, Cherry. Right now.”

Nothing tentative about his statement or the torturous flicks of his tongue against her clit.

Heat spiraled, she bucked against the shackles. “Please, Logan.”

He ignored her plea and continued with his slow seduction of her flesh, circling her clit with a measured precision that drove her mad. He knew exactly where and how to touch her.

Again, she lifted up, tried to make him taste more of her, but Logan slid her arms beneath her thighs and wrapped them around her body, hands pressing down on her hips. With her thighs now over his shoulders and his face buried between them, she couldn’t move an inch.

“Tara, behave. You’ll get what you need when I get what I want.”

Again, he bent and resumed his slow devastation of her senses. And she could do nothing to stop him.

That knowledge sent an undeniable flare of heat bursting through her. He didn’t just arouse her body, but gave her something she craved on a deeper level, something she’d never felt or imagined before.  A connection, a give-and-take that she desperately needed.

Her moans turned more desperate with each heartbeat, the promise of sweet release looming closer. Her skin tingled, the sensation magnified as the air conditioner worked overtime, blowing cold air across her body.

Her hands fisted, and she clawed at her restraints. She gulped in huge breathes, tensed against the bombarding sensations as Logan’s tongue lashed her clit again and again. Jolts assailed her with every clever lap. She couldn’t breathe or think. A frantic scream scratched its way up to her throat and broke free as sparks erupted all through her body.

“Logan, I’m coming!” she cried out in the dark bedroom, breathless and throaty as her fingertips tingled, her blood turned heavy, and pleasure overtook her.

Climax held her in a ruthless grip. And Tara could do nothing but take it, succumb to its dark power. He moaned against her so-sensitive flesh, sending her higher and higher. She hadn’t known a climax could be seemingly endless, but the merciless pleasure wracked her body as pulse after pulse rolled over her.

And still, he kept eating at her like a starving man.

“Oh! Logan. I can’t stop.” Her protest sounded breathy. “It’s – oh….too much.”

Logan ignored her and swirled his tongue around her throbbing nub in a long, unhurried stroke. “I’m not finished baby. Come for me again.”

“But- “

He lapped at her pussy again and again, silencing her. The heat of his mouth spread more fire across her flesh. Then he pressed his fingers deep, deep inside her until the tingling promise of another orgasm shimmered through her.

Tara arched, frenzied. She hadn’t believed another orgasm was possible. Now, it was imminent. “Logan! Oh my… God. It’s too big, I can’t…”

She thrashed against the bonds, her shaking muscles pressing against his wide shoulders. He didn’t budge.

“You can. You’ll come for me.”

Edict given, Logan lowered his head and resumed torturing her with destructive flicks of his tongue and erotic presses of his fingers.

No matter how much she bucked or pleaded, he showed no mercy.  Logan razed her with the inferno he built inside her, and she cried out over and over as he sucked her clit into his mouth continuously and moaned over her swollen bundle of nerves.

Shocked at the white-hot pleasure tearing through her, Tara tried in vain to pull on her bonds. But the electricity settled between her legs, sharpened the sensation in her nipples. Her empty pussy clenched in protest as the overload of need became too strong to endure.

Shifting helplessly beneath him, Tara screamed his name until she went hoarse. With that ruthless mouth, he continued to streak fire through her cunt, lapping at her, stealing her juices for himself, then humming in approval when her body gave him more.

Conscious thought slipped away until all she knew as Logan and the seething pleasure he forced on her. Each possessive swipe of his tongue stole more of her sanity until every muscle in her body seized up.

“Come!” he demanded.

No way she could hold her climax back. It swept over her, searing her. She screamed as her entire body succumbed to the brutal wave of pleasure that battered her.

His mouth turned gentled, his licks slow as she emerged from the pleasure high. Finally, he pulled away. With an exhausted sigh, she gave herself over to her completely.

The second she did, he lifted his head to watch her with feral blue eyes. “There’s my sweet surrender. Now you’re ready for me to fuck you.”

Tara couldn’t look away as he unfastened the shackles at her wrists and ankles. Exhausted, she let Logan move her like a rag doll onto her hands and knees.

“Grab on to the headboard until I tell you otherwise.”

With a shaking sigh and a trembling body, she complied.

Positioning himself behind her, Logan grabbed her hips, aligned their bodies, and began pushing his cock inside her. She was so swollen, he had to shove his way in slowly, and she felt every inch he scraped down her pussy.

“Cherry…” He moaned as though pleasure agonized him while he pushed in deeper. “So tight.”

Besieged by tingles that reawakened her flesh, she inhaled sharply and pushed back on him, taking him deeper.

“Be still.” He voice shook, as if he was on the edge of his control.

Tara tried, but she couldn’t stop arching, moaning, clamping down as he worked inside. Logan, growled, then tightened his hands on her hips, forging in the rest of the way with one quick thrust.

Eyes going wide, she gasped. Oh God. Burned by every ridge and vein of Logan’s cock, she mewled. Her broken cries seemed to drive him mad, because he nuzzled her neck and silently dismantled her sanity one frenzied thrust after another.

“I need to fuck you, Cherry. I’ve never needed a woman the way I need to possess you.”

His words reached into her chest and squeezed. Tara felt not just desired, but cherished.

Logan wrapped his arm around her and latched on to her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and finger ruthlessly. “Take all of me, Cherry. Everything I give you.”
He didn’t just mean his cock, but all facets of him: his wry humor, his dominance, his caring nature.
His heart.

It was her last thought before he sank his teeth into her neck, pinched her clit, and set a wild pace that sent her soaring headlong into crushing pleasure again. He followed her down into the abyss of ecstasy that had her crying out as he flooded her with his hot release.