It’s not often you get the Monarch of your country celebrating 60 years on the throne. So this year we have a four day long weekend to celebrate. Cheers Your Majesty!
Now to celebrate I’m going to share this excerpt from Travel Delight. I’m sure you’ll get the connection!
Guy laughed and Janet shook her head.
“I don’t think Her Majesty the Queen of England sups tea with the likes of you.”
“She doesn’t like Americans?” Guy raised a brow and Janet shook her head.
“No, I meant she’s not going to entertain a card-carrying pervert at the Palace.” She giggled and ran off into the crowd as Guy growled behind her. She darted between Sunday’s group of tourists, making a dash for the road, away from the splendour of Buckingham Palace and the crush of the sight-seeking crowd.
“Oh no you don’t.” His arms surrounded her, and she squealed as Guy spun her around and held her tight in his embrace. She couldn’t stop laughing, even as they kissed, and Guy was equally incapable. The grandeur of the palace and the pomp and ceremony did not touch her as they giggled and kissed and hugged. She was completely oblivious to the world around them, and she was pretty certain Guy was, as well.
“Want me to show you just what a pervert I am?”
“No,” she laughed and wriggled in his grip. “Not in front of the Queen.”
She broke from his grasp and ran towards the park. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d run and played like this. Her body zinged with energy and her heart was light. Later she would have to be serious, later she would remember her age and would have to make an important decision, but in that moment, she was free.
She heard him behind her, his feet hitting the pavement, his laugh and his call. She ignored him and sprinted on faster, across at the red light and into the park, the cool shade of the trees a relief to her hot body. The summer heat had been pleasant, but the cool shade let her push on a little harder. She risked a look round. He wasn’t there. She slowed to a jog, still no sign of him. She could have sworn she’d heard his footsteps behind her only moments before. Where was he? She was just about to reach into her handbag for her mobile phone when a masculine hand grabbed her arm and pulled her into the bushes. She yelped a little but was silenced by familiar lips hitting hers. She wanted to yell at him, to curse and to reprimand him for such childish behaviour, but it seemed that he had some kind of potion on his lips that made her incapable of sane thought and recognisable speech.
“Now you’re going to find out just how perverted I am,” he whispered and pushed her to her knees in the grass. She held in a yelp, not wanting to draw attention to them, knowing that people were walking and jogging past this spot merely yards away. She wasn’t scared, no, she was excited. Her heart thumped from the exercise and the arousal. The smell of crushed grass and the soft give of the earth below her made her tingle. She was outside, surrounded by nature, and she was going to be fucked, she knew it.
He flicked up her skirt and slapped her buttock, gently so as not to make a sound. He repeated the action on the other bare cheek. He had insisted she go knickerless today for his delight and easy access. He dropped to his knees behind her and much to her surprise kissed her bum. His lips slipped up and down her cheeks as his fingers pried apart her buttocks. She felt exposed. A sudden stab of anxiety hit her, and she tried to shuffle away.
“No,” he commanded in a hoarse whisper. “Stay still. I’m going to fuck you, and I’m choosing where to stick my dick.”
His foul language made her squirm but not in fear. She had never indulged in anal sex before but as his tongue gently lapped at her tiny hole, she realised she would like to experience it with him. She wanted to experience it all with Guy.
“Not today,” he groaned and licked lower. “I need this pussy. It’s so wet and inviting. He stretched out his tongue and licked up and down her slit. She bit her lip, holding back a whimper as each pass with his tongue came closer and closer to her clit but he stopped before he reached it.
She could hear the gentle wind in the trees behind the rough sound of his zipper. Ducks quacked and splashed in the lake beyond and children’s yells and laughter floated over. The park was filled with people enjoying this hot summer day, and not one of them knew what was going on in this shady area of trees and bushes, but any one of them could stumble upon them and find out.
He was not gentle as he entered her, his hands squeezing her hips, his nails biting into her skin. She didn’t want gentle. This was right. This rough went with the tumble. It was the frolic to the fun, and as he pounded her and ground her knees into the dirt, she felt elemental.
“Oh, Janet,” he gasped, his hips stilling and his member throbbing inside of her. She collapsed to the grass, and he fell on top of her then rolled to the side and tucked himself away.
“You are a pervert.” Janet grinned as she rolled over to face him, “The Queen would definitely never invite you for high tea.”
“I don’t care.” He raised a brow and lunged forward. “I’ve got all I want to eat here.”
“You’re a goat?” She laughed as he nibbled down her neck.
“No…” He laughed. “I mean you.”
“You can’t eat me.” She giggled as he lifted her shirt and tickled her belly with his lips. “I’ll give you indigestion.”
“Well, I’ll settle for just licking you all over, then.” Guy flicked up her skirt, and she gasped.
“You can’t. I mean you just…” She flushed as he pushed her thighs wider and admired her up close.
“I don’t care.” He groaned. “I need this.” And his lips embraced hers, and she forgot all her qualms as he licked and sucked and nibbled in all the right places. She had to bite down on the back of her hand to stop from screaming out with pleasure. He was rough and soft, demanding yet giving, and she gave him all he wanted, her juices across his mouth and lips as she writhed with the intensity of her orgasm.