By Suzanne Graham (Guest Blogger)
Erotic romance from Total-e-Bound.
My husband and I met as international exchange students at a university in England. For spring break, we traveled to Tenerife in the Canary Islands where we had one of the best vacations of our lives. Writing The Birthday Present gave me the opportunity to revisit the lovely feelings of being on that beautiful island again. In case you’re wondering…other than the location, all other details are fictional.
Book One in the Gifts of Desire series
A special birthday present shows Amanda how something new can be so exciting.
After eight years of marriage, Amanda is bored with sex. She's still in love with her husband, Tom, but their sex life has become a predictable routine.
While on vacation in the Canary Islands to celebrate Amanda's thirtieth birthday, Amanda and Tom meet a sexy British couple who want to give Amanda a special birthday present.
At our hotel, we stopped at the pool bar for a final drink before going up to our room. The air was full of the heavy, intoxicating fragrance of night blooming jasmine. A band was playing on the small stage near the pool. The music was slow and sensual with a Latin feel. Several couples were dancing on the patio.
Tom got me a lime margarita and a beer for himself. I took a sip of my drink and noticed it had more than the usual amount of tequila in it. I took another sip, enjoying the floating feeling in my head from the alcohol and our recent make-out session on the street.
We walked to an empty cocktail table where we could stand and watch the dancers. The couple dancing closest to Tom and I had their bodies pressed against each other, swaying to the rhythm of the beat. They were more nicely dressed than some of the other couples who wore beach clothes. The woman was wearing a red strapless dress and the tall, well-built man looked good in a black silk t-shirt and khaki pants.
In the dim glow from the candles around the patio, I was surprised to see the woman was fondling the man’s penis with her hand down his pants. The man had his hands wrapped around her buttocks and was slowly savouring the taste of the woman’s jaw, neck and bare shoulders.
I felt wet heat gathering between my legs as I watched the couple making love on the dance floor. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the erotic sight, and I wondered if I had turned into a voyeur as well as an exhibitionist.
When the band broke between songs, the couple drew apart a few inches, and I recognised them from earlier in the day at the pool. They walked towards our table on their way to the bar.
“Good evening,” Sabrina said. “Are you having a good evening?”
Mark walked close behind Sabrina with his body pressed against hers. Probably to hide his raging hard-on, or maybe he was just enjoying being snuggled up to Sabrina’s lush ass. He gave me the impression he was self-assured enough to not be embarrassed to show he was aroused in public.
“Yes, we are having a great night,” I said. “Tom took me to a wonderful restaurant down by the beach for dinner.”
“And now we are having a drink to celebrate Amanda’s birthday,” Tom added.
“Oh, I love birthday celebrations. We’re going to have to do something special for you, Amanda,” Sabrina said. “Don’t you think so, Mark?” She looked up over her shoulder at her husband.
Mark gave me a slow smile. “Yes, I think we should do something special for Amanda.”
Before I could reply, the band began playing a song with a salsa beat. Mark’s eyes were still on mine. “First, I want to dance with the birthday girl. If you don’t mind, Tom?”
“Help yourself. Amanda loves to dance, but I’m not too quick on my feet,” Tom said.
Without asking my permission, Mark picked up my hand and tugged me towards him. He led me a few feet away from the table and placed his large, warm palm on the small of my back. I placed my free hand on his wide biceps. I had to restrain myself from stroking my hand over his arm and shoulder and down his beautiful pecs. I wanted to touch those hard, defined muscles that I could see outlined under his snug-fitting black t-shirt.
Mark looked into my eyes as he began to move with me backwards and forwards to the pulsing rhythm of the salsa. His gaze was intense and direct, and I couldn’t look away.
“I like your dress tonight,” he said, before leading me into a quick underarm turn. When I faced him again, he added, “I especially like what you’re not wearing underneath it.”
My face flushed, and my nerve endings tingled from the heat of his gaze on my body. How could he tell I wasn’t wearing panties? Could he feel the lack of a waistband with his hand on my back?
“I thought I would try something new.” My words came out a little breathy.
He leaned next to my ear and whispered, “Yes, new can be exciting.”
My knees went soft at the possible implication of his words. Was he suggesting he be my ‘something new’? I didn’t think Tom would be too pleased with that.
Mark pulled me in closer to his firm body and his prominent arousal pressed against my belly. Was that from me or leftover from his dance with Sabrina? I felt a little giddy thinking I could affect him that way with my leaner, less curvaceous body.
With his muscular arms wrapped around me, I felt small and feminine. He was so big and dominant. I shivered with pleasure as I thought how easily he could overpower me and take me right here if he wanted. Whatever he initiated, I was ready to participate.
“Are you cold?” he asked. Before I could reply, he said, “I’ll have to see what I can do about that.”
He spun me out away from his body. When I came back to him, he slipped his muscular thigh between my legs and wrapped his arm around my back, holding me pressed tight to him. We moved in a hip-swaying rocking motion with my bare clit rubbing against the fabric of his khaki pants. The friction was pushing me close to an all-out orgasm. I could feel my wet arousal soaking his leg, and all I wanted was a little more pressure on my clit to reach my release.
His eyes locked onto mine and the corners of his lips turned up in a knowing smile. I flushed but couldn’t take my eyes off him. He had complete control of the situation and me. I felt like I had stepped into my erotic daydream from earlier in the day. He could claim my body as his to pleasure as he desired, and I would be completely at his mercy, as he demanded his satisfaction. A dizzying wave of desire swept through me as I waited for him to grant me permission to have my orgasm.
Suzanne Graham has always been an avid reader and diary writer. After inheriting boxes of romance books from her aunt, she decided to try putting her own stories on paper. The Gifts of Desire series were her first erotic romances to be published.
Suzanne and her husband are the proud parents of three boys. In her spare time, you can usually find Suzanne on the living room couch reading romances to escape from the overwhelming testosterone in her house.
Visit Suzanne at http://www.suzannegraham.blogspot.com/