Today, I wish I were back in Sunny Scarborough on my holiday instead of in grey Manchester and going for yet another hospital appointment.I feel like I live there at the moment, I have thyroid problems, finally last week they decided they’re going to remove it, so now, more appointments, woo hoo.
So, todays excerpt is from Sweet Surrender, my erotic Scarborough holiday romance short story.
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Sweet Surrender is the story of Helen’s holiday. She’s just broken up with her boyfriend and finds herself in the sunny, bustling Scarborough surrounded by Love Birds and just as she’s about to give up and go home she meets Tom. Tom is a confident photographer who offers to take her on the tour of the town but by taking the tour Helen discovers more about herself and her personality than about the sweet, seaside town.
Here’s the HOT excerpt:
He lifted his head and their lips were once again united. She was surprised by the domination of that kiss. Considering their positions, she should be in charge and in command but no, even in this prone position he was boss. “You’re beautiful, Helen. Your skin is so pleasantly pale, your pussy so pink, plump and damp. Yes, I saw how much you were turned on, you naughty girl. You like exposing yourself, don’t you?”
She couldn’t answer; his gaze stung. He looked up at her flushed face and as much as she wanted to scream Yes, the words wouldn’t leave her mouth. Before she could act or speak, he shifted his weight, throwing her down on the grass beside him. In seconds he had her pinned,, her skirt trapped around her waist as he ground his erection against her uncovered pubis.
“You like this, don’t you?” He asked again before capturing her lips for a kiss, if such a rough, dominant action could be classed as such. Again, he asked. “Don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered as his lips slipped to her neck and his teeth began to nibble the sensitive flesh there.
“Yes,” she said, as his hands slid up and down her sides, lifting the dress higher, so she could feel his rough jeans chaffing her thighs and stomach, his erection straining to be released.
His weight shifted again and she was left exposed. He was kneeling between her spread legs, baring his camera.
Her hands darted for her tucked up dress.
“Don’t,” he commanded and as her fingers gripped the material he growled. “Please.” She let her grip loosen, nervously looking to her left and to her right. There was no sign of anyone else in the vicinity.
“You’re gorgeous,” he crooned. “Lift the dress higher.” Helen paused for a moment, her cheeks red, her nostrils flared. Her body was wound up with sexual tension but something deep in her mind screamed No! Her conscience was muttering about her reputation, about her vulnerability, about her being a grown woman. However, Helen chose to ignore that voice. She slowly lifted the dress higher, exposing the bottom cups of her red bra.
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“Stunning,” Tom gasped. His knuckles protruded as he held his camera tight to stop his hands from shaking. She kept surprising him, taking him off guard. Helen was a sexual beast caged up by propriety, rules and decency. Now that those bars were being slowly removed, she was blossoming.
“Let’s see those pretty tits.” He groaned, clicking the camera as she ran her hands over her breasts, easing down the cups and scrunching them up beneath her abundant boobs. She was sex personified; she bumped up her hips and gripped her flesh. Tom moved closer, his eye fixed to his camera.
“Beautiful, so beautiful,” he whispered as her fingers traced the outline of her large areolas. Deep peach on a background of dairy cream, the nipple was like a luscious raspberry, crying to be licked and bit. He controlled himself, not knowing her limit, suspecting he had already pushed her past it.
Her eyes were closed, and her mouth pursed into a kissable pout as her hands roamed from her breasts, over the verdant hillock of her stomach to the valley and river between her thighs. As she pressed her fingers through the curly reeds, he gasped and held his breath, daring to imagine that she would delve deeper, taking her fingers to paddle in the damp shallows of her wet slit.
He was kneeling and zooming in on her fingers as they pulled and pushed at the soft, pliable flesh and teased the hard rock of her clit, exploring her femininity. He could hear every breath, almost feel it like the breeze as it caressed his cheek. She panted and groaned, her pleasure slowly spiraling higher and higher. His cock was uncomfortable in his jeans, and he took one hand off the camera and reached down to his groin to rub the length of his straining manhood.
So escape to sensual Scarborough today.
