July 17th, 2010 | by Susan Lyons |
It’s the middle of July and I think my brain’s gone on holiday. Well, actually, it’s in the Greek islands, occupied with writing a book that will come out next summer. Usually, it’s capable of multi-tasking, but not today. Which means I can’t think of a single thing of interest to blog about. If your brain is as lazy as mine, maybe you’d rather just read a little excerpt anyhow.
So that’s what I’m going to do. This is from Sex Drive, the first book in my Wild Ride to Love series – and a Cosmo magazine Red-Hot Read. Theresa and Damien meet on a flight from Sydney, Australia, where they join the mile-high club, then he persuades her to share a sexy stopover in Honolulu. They’ve just come back from an afternoon walk on Waikiki Beach.
This one comes with a hotness warning, so if you’re 18 you’re not supposed to read on. LOL. Like that would have stopped me when I was a teenager…
Preceding Damien into our room, I thought that the day so far had been one treat after another. The last being my passionfruit gelato and his chocolate macadamia nut ice cream cones, which had melted faster than we could lick them. Hands and mouth sticky with gelato, body glossed with sunscreen and sweat, the promise of sex ripe in the air, I said, “I need a shower.”
“That’s what? The third today? I think we should be good greenies and conserve water this time.”
A shared shower. Something I’d never done. Privacy had always been a big thing for me. But today, knowing I was with a man who liked my body, I felt confident enough to say, “By all means, let’s go green.”
When we’d reached the hotel grounds, I had tied the sarong around my waist again. Now, in the hotel bathroom, Damien untied it. It dropped to the floor and my gaze followed it. Staring at that pile of flowered fabric, I turned and offered him my back. He untied the strings of my bikini top and it too fell away.
“Now that’s pretty,” he said.
I lifted my gaze and realized what he was seeing. My almost-naked back and then, reflected in the mirror, my front view. Skin flushed from the sun and breeze, breasts pale in comparison except for the pinky-brown areolas and rosy budded nipples. My cheeks were pink too, my hair tousled. I pulled the plumeria blossom from my hair and set it on the counter.
Then I looked past my own image to Damien’s reflection, and the heat in his eyes. He hooked his hand into the waistband of the board shorts that hung low on his hips, and shoved them down. Leaving him naked. With a cock that was, without either of us touching it, growing and lifting its head.
He reached out to pull the string tie at one side of my bikini bottom. It thwarted him.
“I knotted the bow,” I confessed. For me, it took guts to walk down a beach in a bikini. I sure hadn’t been willing to risk a bow coming loose and the bottom falling off.
He chuckled and tried again, untying first the knot and then the bow. One side was all it took. Still tied together on the other side, the two scraps of fabric fell loose. I parted my legs and the suit tumbled to the floor.
Damien’s eyes gleamed. “You have one fine arse for a desk-bound professor.”
“You give such sweet compliments.” All the same, his words and expression made my breath hitch, as did the sight of his now-erect cock. My sex throbbed in recognition, and hunger and moisture gathered between my legs.
He stepped forward to press his front against my back, trapping his erection between us so it rose between the cheeks of my behind. He reached around to cup my breasts, then rested his chin on the top of my head and stared into the mirror.
I stared too. His larger body framed mine, his skin so dark in comparison. He was so much more than I – his hair midnight black, his arms big and strong and dark as they crossed my honey-gold skin – and yet we complemented each other. I looked slim, almost delicate. Subtle in line and coloring. And he looked bold. This was what male and female were supposed to look like together.
The reflection, as much as the feel of his rigid cock, the tease of his thumbs stroking my nipples, was a total turn-on. My inner thighs were damp, my sex hungry for his touch.
He let go of one of my breasts and I watched his hand drift down, stroke over my abdomen, drift through the auburn curls of pubic hair, and I tensed in pleasant anticipation.
And I’ll leave you there because, after all, foreplay is half the fun!
So, how’s your summer going? Are you being lazy or productive? Is your brain capable of multi-tasking any better than mine? Whatever summer holds for you, I hope some lazy days with good books are on the agenda.
It’s hot here in Vegas, 114F so we are staying in during the day and doing whatever shopping ect.. we have to get done in the evening. It’s nice that most things are open 24/7 here.
I’m always reading one book or another, a nice thing to do when it’s too hot to venture outside.
by Mary · July 17th, 2010 at 4:12 pmOh my gosh, that’s hot, Mary! It’s such a pity when your life has to be controlled by the weather – but at least you do have good books to keep you entertained.
by Susan Lyons · July 17th, 2010 at 5:00 pm