Oh I do like to be beside the seaside…and I love to write sexy seaside scenes. Here’s a sizzling snog on the Beach at Scarborough (my favourite place, ever) from Sweet Surrender for you to enjoy!
“S’ok” She shrugged away from him. “I wasn’t upset.” He wouldn’t move away from her despite her attempt, and soon she felt her side rubbing against the rough brickwork of the seawall.
“The way I see you and me, is straight forward. We have chemistry and I want to act upon that. I want to lean forward and capture your lips and kiss you till you can’t breathe, and that is only the very beginning of what I want to do.”
She let out a shuddering breath. Taken completely off guard, her wanton body reacted to the suggestions in his voice. She tilted her pelvis up to rub against his, her hand, originally raised to push him away, lying passively on his shoulder, encouraging him.
“And I know if I leaned forward now I could kiss you, and I could feel your body and I could fuck you right here and right now.”
She wanted him, and she tightened her grip on his shirtsleeve, wanting to pull him in, wanting him to fulfill all these sexy promises.
“But I won’t. I won’t until you ask me to; do you want me to kiss you?” His lips were so close to hers that she could already feel the force of the kiss. She nodded her head ever so slightly. “Ask me,” he panted, obviously enflamed by the situation. She could feel him pressing into her, his body that close to hers.
She was not thinking, only feeling. Desire was the only thing she was aware of as she leaned forward to breathe one short word.
As her lips pressed together on the last letter, his lips forced roughly against hers. The kiss was fierce, passionate and attacking, and pressed her against the wall, the sharp edges cutting into her back as she wrapped her arms around him and gave as much back as he released. Their bodies molded automatically together, their chests rubbing and their legs entwined as the passion mounted.
It was a kiss and then some. The whole body was involved and his hands cupping her hips felt as natural as her fingers splayed open over his back that pulled him closer, taking his tongue deeper into her mouth as it tickled and danced with her own. She lost herself in the kiss, fighting to keep her mind open, fighting to think, losing ground as that mouth skillfully manipulated hers and his fingers tactfully scrunched her skirt, higher and higher till she realized her thighs were being exposed.
She wriggled against him, trying to loosen his grip, but he just lifted her skirt higher. Part of her was mortified; someone could walk past. Another part of her enjoyed the thrill of the sea air on her thighs and overjoyed at the sexual contact from this handsome man.
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