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Sneak preview: Opening the Present (from Wilder West – New Adult Erotic Romance)

Wilder West, the new collection of KD West’s stories, is coming this Friday!

This collection of fourteen of West’s hottest, sweetest, funniest stories covers the gamut in emotional tone, style, and kink, but they are always breathtakingly funny, heartrendingly human, and always sriracha hot!

This preview is from “Under the Covers,” one of the Over the Top series of (slightly kinky) new adult erotic romance stories featuring Suzie, Danny, and occasionally their friends.

In this story, Suzie is miserable because she and Danny have to be separate for the holidays, having been separated by college for months. Suzie is going up to the mountains with her family, and she’d have been perfectly happy… if only her boyfriend were there. In her bed. Between her legs. In all kinds of places that her family would be really uncomfortable to know she wants him to be.

It is both a surprise and a shock, then, when Danny surprises her at the mountain cabin. Suzie truly feels as if she’s gotten Christmas, and her birthday, and every other holiday all at once — even if her parents insist on them sleeping in very separate beds.

(M/F new adult erotic romance. Oral sex of just about every variety. NOT WORKSAFE!):

She is dreaming of Danny. Dreaming of him fucking her so hard….

Suzie’s eyes flick open. For a moment she doesn’t know where she is. Not her room at home. Not her dorm.

Thin pre-dawn light shows around the curtain, barely lightening the walls but giving a pale blue glow to everything from the almost-empty bookshelf to the tattered poster of a snowboarding dragon.

Something is off.

She hears a rustling sound.

For a moment, fear grips her, but then…


She creeps out of bed, willing the floorboards not to creak. Holding her breath she opens the door a crack. As always, her upstairs rooms is positively steamy, in spite of the cold outside.

The corridor is dark and empty. She can hear Liz wheezing like a freight train as usual.

Another sound—a quiet-as-owl-wings scuffle. Coming from the other side of the room.

What the fuck?

Closing the door again, she tiptoes over to the window and pulls open the drapes.

Danny is standing in his pajamas and parka, shivering knee-deep in the snow that has piled up nearly to Suzie’s second-floor window.

“Good morning, Danny,” giggles Suzie as quietly as she can, and slides the window open to let him in.

“Uh,” Danny whispers, shifting from foot to snow-buried foot. “Merry Christmas?”

“Yes! Now come inside so that I can unwrap my first present!”

He crawls in and stands there shivering as she closes the windows — and the drapes again — and a smile twitches on his lips. It always makes Suzie’s heart flutter a bit to see him smile—to see him smile because of her. He never smiles enough, especially recently—she knows how anxious and lonely he’s been, hell, how lonely she has been, and so the sight of that smile, of those eyes pinching the way that they do when he laughs, it all makes her feel… It makes her feel. There are no words.

“Cold,” he says, kicking snow-covered sneakes off of his feet.

“Comes with standing in the snow before the sun comes up,” she says, but unzips his parka and presses her bed-warm body to his. “So how the hell did you get up here?”

His parka drops to the floor and his arms wrap around her. “Window from my room. Right next to the front door. Used the downspout to climb up on top of the snow and…” He holds out his arms as if to say, Here I am!

“How’d you know this wasn’t Lizzie’s room?” She pokes him. “Or maybe that’s what you were hoping?”

She can feel his shivers subsiding, even as he chuckles. “No thanks. She’s not my type — by about six years. Besides, she snores like a rhino. That’s how I could tell. You snore like a mountain lion.”

“I don’t snore!“

“Of course not. And even if you did, it’s a beautiful sound.”

“Mmm. That’s more like it.” She kisses him, and can feel both her temperature and his rising.

Quickly, he stops shivering, and she pulls his shirt up over his head and pushes his bottoms down to his feet. Breaking the kiss, she backs up and lies back on the bed. “There. My first present, unwrapped and ready to play with.”

“Well,” he says at last, stepping towards her with a rather dangerous look on his face, “I do have a present for you. But you haven’t gotten it yet.”

“Oh,” she responds, and his widening grin makes an entirely different part of her anatomy flutter.

“Yes. This is a present I’ve been wanting to give you… for a very, very long time.”

Suzie has gone from sleep to fear to amusement in a few short moments, but the sound of Danny’s voice and the promise in his eye takes her someplace else entirely. She feels her cunt flower open. “Oh,” she murmurs again.

He leans forward and kisses her. Kisses her fully, leaving Suzie feeling far more naked than even sex ever has. She feels transparent, utterly exposed, as if this kiss reveals everything to Danny: not only her body, inside and out, but every little fear, every ugly little secret, every time she has been angry with him, or angry with herself, every time she has looked at a boy at one of the parties this year and thought, Why not? It is exciting to expose herself to Danny, but it is terrifying as well.

He breaks the kiss and smiles, and Suzie feels herself breathe again. “Least you had a chance to brush your teeth,” she burbles, arms crossed in front of her diamond-hard nipples.

He gives a soft laugh. “You taste fabulous, just like you snore,” he says, leaning forward again. Not into a kiss this time—his lips brush along her cheek and back to her ear. He murmurs, puffs of warm desire, “I want to taste you, Suzie. Every bit of you. I want to devour you whole. That’s your present.”

“Okay,” Suzie answers, her voice suddenly very high.

Danny’s hands move under her t-shirt—his t-shirt actually. She feels his palm sliding up her spine as he lifts the fabric. Her arms are still crossed and she can’t manage to uncross them, to reveal this too, to let him see how a kiss and a caress and a smile have evoked such desire in her.

“Going to let me take this off, or do I have to tear it?” he mutters, letting his tongue slide along the lobe. “Yum.”

Trembling, Suzie grabs the battered Dr. Who shirt reading Two hearts beat as one and pulls it up. Danny is straddling her legs, his body pressed close to hers, and so as the shirt lifts, it exposes her body to his, which also naked. She knows that body intimately now, but it feels cool and alien against her bed-warm flesh. Her breasts bounce free, the nipples buzzing as they slide against his ribs.

His tongue continues to explore her ear, the side of her neck. She whimpers with disappointment when he backs away to allow her to lift the shirt above her head, but once the horrible, offending shirt is gone, he attacks the bottom of her chin and works slowly around to the other ear.

His tongue finds its way in and she gasps.

“Roll over on your belly,” Danny says.

Suzie stiffens.

“Come on, Suzie. Don’t make me make you.” His tone is playful and light and so-so-so sexy, but what on earth…? “Trust me, Suzie.”

Moving with arms and legs that seem to have gone boneless, she rolls beneath him, feeling his balls brushing along one hip and across her ass. “I t-trust you, Danny. With everything.”

He sits silently across her backside for a moment, and she feels him shudder. Then she feels him brushing his fingers just over the surface of her back — not quite touching.


“God,” he says, “I’ve wanted you so fucking much.” He shifts forward and brushes her mane, still wild from sleep, off of her shoulders. “Last night,” Danny murmurs (Don’t wake anyone!)—as he leans further forward still, “lying in the big bed right below you, I dreamed about doing this. I had the most amazing, explicit, exciting dream of lying right on your bed, not this one, the one back at home, naked against your naked back, kissing my way across every… single… freckle.” He is as good as his word. His lips touch at the back of her neck and begin slowly to meander down the line of one shoulder. A vibration passes from each point of contact down through Suzie’s cunt to her toes, which flex against her sheets.

“And as I kissed each one,” he says, continuing his sweet torture, “I tasted you.” His tongue passes down the top of one shoulder blade. “And you tasted so good.”

He kisses her spine and Suzie releases a breathy moan into her mattress. “I… d-did?”

“In the dream you tasted like cinnamon sugar and pumpkin pie…” His favorites, a part of Suzie’s mind sighs, and she’d yell at herself, but fuck, what he’s doing demands every bit of her attention. He licks and nibbles along. “But nowhere as good as you taste in reality.”

Suzie knows where this is headed. Knows what her fucking Christmas present is. And a part of her wishes he’d get on with it, but a part of her… Oh, a part of her, most of her really, is so awash in sensation that the idea of doing anything but feel those lips, that tongue, those teeth slowly make their pilgrimage down her back is simply unimaginable.

At the point of each hip, he gives a gentle nibble—her bony fucking hips that she’s always hated so fucking much, but ohhhhh…—and then, as he reaches the dimple at the base of her spine he gives a long, languorous lick that carries him back up to the ribs.

There is nothing muffled about the moan that Suzie gives this time. She arches back like a cobra, her breasts bouncing tautly, and gives a good, low growl.

Danny laughs, covering her mouth — the first time he’s touched her with anything other than his lips — and kisses her on each shoulder and then running his hands back down her sides. “Shhhh…. I haven’t shown you the whole dream yet…” He kisses his way back down her spine, more lightly again. “I tasted all of you, Suzie.”

His mouth reaches that dimple again, and his hands rest on her buttocks and urge them apart.

She squeaks. For the first time in years and years, Suzie Williams squeaks, fighting him in spite of herself. “Oh, God, Danny…”

“Shhhh,” he soothes, kissing gently down the inner edge of one buttock and up the other. “It’s all right.”

“It is. Oh, it so fucking issss…!”

He touches his tongue to a place about which Suzie has thought as little as possible—really, it’s a nasty, purely functional part of her body, isn’t it? But the feel of his tongue, of his breath against her wrinkled flesh causes a wet wave of warmth to explode through her pelvis and she presses back against him, writhing. The first small orgasm of the morning. “God.”

“Yeah,” said Danny, his voice husky.

He’s going to fuck me there, he’s going to fuck my ass, oh…! Please, God…

But Danny begins kissing and nibbling his way down her trembling thigh.

Some other time, perhaps…

He continues to move slowly, deliberately, savoring her like a really good piece of chocolate. “That was the end of the dream,” Danny says, his voice low and urgent. “Came all over my sheets. Haven’t done that in years. Woke up thanking God your folks were fast asleep. And that they’re not telepathic.”

Of course, he says this just as he begins laving attention on the back of her knee and she starts to giggle. “Stop it!”

He snorts too. “Stop…? You want me to…?”

NO!” she howls into her pillow. “Oh, God, NO! Please, God, Danny, don’t stop, please, don’t, ohhh…”

He begins kissing her feet.

Another part of her body that Suzie has never thought of as anything but utilitarian. He nibbles at her ankle, licks at the instep, sending sparks right back up to Suzie’s center, and then sucks Suzie’s big toe into that moist, hot mouth, triggering another roman candle in Suzie’s pelvis. “HNNNNH.

Cool air washes over the toe as he releases her, and once again she whimpers.

Once again he says, “Roll over.”

This time she does not hesitate.

Danny sucks each of the toes on the other foot into his mouth in turn, and Suzie pushes up onto her elbows, staring at him, at this boy who was barely able to touch her last year, but now…

“S-Suzie,” he mumbles, kissing his way at a steady, studied pace up her leg, “I, I wanted to do your whole front too before—”

“Later,” Suzie urges, her own voice suddenly low with need.

He nods and works his way up the inside of her left thigh, trailing his tongue as he goes.

“AHH!” she screams into her palm. Suzie stares down into his eyes, and the light of dawn breaking through the window washes across his back and his ass and it feels as if the whole world is glowing.

Danny’s mouth meets Suzie’s cunt and suddenly she can’t look anymore. She closes her eyes, and her leg curls of its own accord over his shoulder and her chin droops to her chest.

Seratonin. Oxytocin.

The sunlight is inside of her. The sunrise is at their union.

And it flares

Suzie’s eyes flicker open; the ceiling is golden-pink with the dawn. She is panting.

Danny kisses his way up her belly. He is getting the front after all.

At each breast, another small sunburst.

His mouth meets hers. She tastes the salt from her body—when did she start sweating?—along with the tang of her own cunt and the tiniest bit of his toothpaste.

“Merry Christmas, Suzie.”


His smile is full and broad and Suzie feels as if her own happiness is going to overflow her body and drown them both.

She pushes him back.

“Suzie?” Green eyes blink, suddenly concerned.

“Lie back,” she says.

He gawks at her.

“Don’t make me hit you, D’Angelo. This is my Christmas present, right?”

“Sure…” He flops back, his legs over hers. They stare at each other, each propped up on elbows.

His cock stands proudly, twitching to his heartbeat.

Suzie spins onto her belly, her feet up in the air, and begins to run the tip of her wand up the inside of his leg. He shivers.

What to do? What does she want?

His cock.

She sticks out her tongue, touches the tip to the base of his cock and licks slowly up its length. Danny lets out a strangled gasp.


“Suzie,” pants Danny, “you don’t have to…”

“Shh,” Suzie commands. She grasps his erection with one hand and studies it. “I’ve been wanting to give you this… for a very, very long time.”

He gulps.

“I want to taste you, Danny. I want to swallow you. I want to devour you whole.” Savoring his stunned expression, the golden light, the flavor of him, the feeling of him, the closeness of him, she leans forward and does just that.

They make love as quietly as they can for the next half hour. It’s every bit as sweet as she remembers. Sweeter. Brain chemistry doesn’t even begin to explain it. And then they lie there under the covers, wishing the world would go away and leave them the fuck alone.

But then they hear Suzie’s parents beginning to move around in the kitchen, and Suzie helps Danny back out the window and watches him slide back down to the breezeway to where his own window awaits.

She is just worrying at how to obscure the footprints outside her window when a thick slab of snow slides off of the roof, obliterating any sign that he was ever there. Grinning, she pats the house, silently thanking it, and closes the window again.

Available for preorder at Stillpoint/Eros and Amazon.

Wilder West coverRemember the name K.D. West, because after reading the marvelous erotic stories in this bundle, you’ll be looking for more from this very talented writer! — Amazon Reviewer

A young woman flying to her new home city is met by both of her boyfriends… and they couldn’t be more pleased. A happily married couple discover that sometimes a touch of fantasy can make you even happier. A student convinces her former teacher and her best friend to give her a birthday present that none of them will ever forget.

Breathtakingly funny, heartrendingly human, and always as hot as Louisiana hot sauce, K.D. West’s stories explore the whole gamut of human love and sexuality.

This collection, the follow-up to Wild West, includes fourteen tales, from wild bachelor-party threesomes to True Love’s Kiss.

(Straight, gay, lesbian, bisexual, ménage à trois. M/F, F/F, M/M, M/M/F… just about every kink and every combination of two or three that you can imagine!)

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