Recipes

Dee-liciously Sexy Recipes

Pre-heat oven to 160-180C (or 325-350F)

Mix together crushed biscuits and melted butter, and press into a pie dish

Beat condensed milk and egg yolks until mixture stiffens.

Add lemon juice while still beating.

Pour mixture over crumbs in pie dish.

Beat 3 egg whites until almost stiff. Slowly add castor sugar. Beat until stiff.

Bake for 15-20 mins max

Cool, and enjoy

Photo Opportunity: Book extract

Amy was happy. Nope, more than that, she was absolutely, positively, one hundred percent thrilled. It had been a month since Daniel had been to her flat, a month since he blew her away with his wicked, wicked mouth. In all that time he hadn’t touched her. Hadn’t hugged her; hadn’t even tried to shake her hand. He hadn’t kissed her. Not once in over four weeks. Not even a little kiss. Not even a peck on the cheek.

Daniel always kissed her on the cheek.

Not anymore. Now he was respecting her wishes. Keeping their friendship platonic. She was truly delighted. Except maybe for the kiss on the cheek thing.

Okay, so she wasn’t crazy about the fact that when they walked together he no longer draped a casual arm around her shoulders. Truth be told, she felt a bit uncomfortable looping her arm through his, which over the years had kind of become habit for her.

Then there was the little incident last Saturday, when he was eating his lemon meringue pie. What was that about anyway? Their routine was standard. He would cut off a piece with his fork, eat half of it then feed her the rest and so on, until the plate was clean.

Only last week he ate the whole thing. The whole slice. He didn’t even push the plate over so she could help herself. She loved lemon meringue pie.

Ask Adam: Book extract

The following extract is rated hot!

”Follow me,” she said, and stood.

“Where are we going?” He could hardly walk in this state.

“Not far.” She pointed to one of the armchairs in the lounge room. “Food tastes so much better when you’re sitting, don’t you think?”

She was in the mood to play. His own mood lightened, even as his need intensified.

She snagged a bag from near the front door and flicked on a lamp in the lounge. Light flooded the room. “I like to see what I’m eating,” she told him.

“I like to watch you eat,” he said and sat. He was barely aware of the pillowed seat beneath his ass such was his anticipation. He’d watch her as she ate up every inch of his dick. If watching her eat dessert in the restaurant was any indication, watching her blow him would be staggering.

She pulled a small plastic tub from the bag, and showed him. “Dessert,” she said, and opened it, dipping her finger inside.

When she lifted it up again, it was covered in the creamy custard. He watched as she proceeded to treat her finger to exactly the same indulgence he’d fantasized about. She wrapped her lips around it and sucked it dry. His breathing shallowed as he struggled to stay seated. The need to haul her closer and push her head down into his lap was overpowering.

She dipped back into the tub, and then traced his mouth. Instinctively, he licked his lips, tasting the rich, sticky substance she’d left behind.

“Uh uh,” she warned. “No sharing.” She straddled him so her groin rubbed enticingly on his upper thighs. “I have to make this little tub last a long time.”

She lowered her head to his, and starting with his upper lip, systematically licked off every drop of custard. Then she moved onto his lower lip to do the same, pausing to nibble here and suck there. When the outside of his mouth was clean, she dipped her tongue between his lips and kissed him, sharing her mouth, allowing him the tiniest sample of dessert. It was not the crème brûlée that had him desperate to taste more, but the salacious heat of her mouth.

His nipple tightened reflexively as something cold touched it. Lexi massaged it with her hand, rubbing custard into his skin. She released his mouth and lowered her head to taste the rigid nub. The gentle scrape of her teeth against the sensitive flesh, the hot licks of her tongue, were almost too much, the pleasure almost painful.

“Dessert taste any better?” he asked, struggling to form the words. His hands tangled in her hair, tugging on the silky strands as she worked her magic.

“A little,” she conceded before subjecting his other nipple to the same treatment.

If it weren’t for the promise of her mouth on his cock, he’d lift her up and slide her back down until he was sheathed in her body. But Adam was too selfish to hurry this exercise along. He intended to enjoy every second of it. Besides, if she sat on his dick now, it would be game over.

She drew gooey lines down his stomach and climbed off him to kneel between his legs. The muscles in his gut clenched and unclenched in time with her tongue as she lapped up the sticky mess.

“It tastes better,” she said as she dabbed at the last drop of cream on his belly. “But, there’s still something missing.” She dipped into the dessert again. “Something hard.” With her free hand, she cupped his balls, and he nearly hit the roof as she stroked them. “And salty.” She nibbled on her lower lip. “Something a lot more satisfying than dessert.” She slathered the crème over his cock, making good and sure to cover every visible spot of skin.

The contrast of the chilled cream under her warm skin had him squirming in his seat. How would he feel in the hot, wet cavern of her mouth?

Electrifying.

Her greedy mouth was everywhere, voraciously lapping up the dessert, licking him clean, sucking at the more difficult spots. Supper had clearly not satisfied her appetite; she devoured him with a fierce hunger.

He forced oxygen into his air-depleted lungs. Good God, where had she learned to do that? Her carnal tongue wrenched a groan from deep in his gut. The pressure built. His balls tightened.

She massaged them lightly, erotically, as her mouth consumed him.

“Lexi. Christ, sweetheart…stop!”