Easily Aroused ~ erotic fiction by an oversexed Englishman

Sensual erotica for discerning women

Easily Aroused ~ erotic fiction by an oversexed Englishman - Sensual erotica for discerning women

A Collision of Desires

Surrender“You’re certain about this?” he asks her.

She swallows, then nods once, slowly yet decisively.

He motions towards the closed hotel room door. “You know that you can leave at any time?”

“Yes.”

“But you don’t want to, do you?”

“No.” There’s a slight tremor in her voice. He doesn’t read it as fear, though, but as anticipation. Hearing it makes his cock swell within his trousers.

“Take off your dress,” he tells her.

Her eyes flicker away shyly as she stands up from the bed and begins unbuttoning her dress down the length of its front. As she starts to open the dress, her eyes find their way back to his. There’s a look of brazenness in her stare as she peels the two halves apart and then slips the thin cotton from her shoulders and allows it to slide to the carpeted floor.

I’m beautiful, her gaze seems to say to him. I dare you to find me otherwise.

He smiles at her haughtiness, even though it is well merited. He knows that there is a part of him that will take pleasure in bringing that haughtiness to heel, the part of him that sees her as an exquisite Arabian mare, waiting to experience and respond to the skill of his velvet hands and his steel thighs.

He regards her carefully. She is tall and lithe, her limbs long and slender, her breasts beautifully firm, deliciously petite. Her skin is flawless, pale, inches shy of alabaster. It makes the contrast of her black lingerie — brassiere, panties, garter belt and stockings — even more stark. The shock of dark, tousled curls lends her face an almost elfin appearance. In the flesh, she is even more wondrous to behold than she is in her photographs, just as he always knew she would be. Looking at her as she stands just a few feet away from him stirs his voyeur’s blood in a way that it hasn’t been in longer than he cares to admit. He realises that he could happily sit and look at her, sip aged malt whisky and allow his eyes to roam over her exquisiteness for an age.

But this glorious femme fatale standing before him hasn’t travelled this vast distance simply to be worshipped in so passive a fashion.

“Turn around,” he says. She hesitates for a second and then she complies, standing with her back to him, her arms at her sides.

Again, his gaze explores her lissom form. The black lines of her lingerie, drawn tight across her perfect skin, whip at his senses. He wants to trace each one of them, to run a single finger along them all, one at a time. There’s something about this woman that makes him want, makes him need to linger. She fills his attention so completely, even the air surrounding her seems distorted, as though her presence in this rented room is bending time and space itself.

He shakes his head to clear his thoughts.

“You are a very beautiful woman,” he tells her.

“Thank you.” The slight tremor is still there in her voice. He can see that she is trembling gently. The long heels on her shoes raise her rear so temptingly. The combination stiffens him further, makes the beast inside him growl rapaciously.

“Do you like me looking at you?”

She nods.

“Say it.”

“I like you looking at me. I like it a lot.”

“That’s part of the reason why you share your photographs with the world, isn’t it? You enjoy the attention.”

A slight pause. “Yes.”

“The adoration.”

“Yes.”

“The desire of all those strangers.”

“Yes.”

“Does it fulfil you?”

Another pause. “It … it fulfils a part of me.”

He smiles. “And what fulfils the rest of you, Elizabeth?”

She swallows. “The blending of heat. The merging of flesh, of desire.”

“And that’s why you’re here. That’s what you want now. The blending of our heat … the merging of our flesh … of our desire.”

She stands shivering in silence for long seconds. When she finally speaks, her voice is little more than a whisper.

“Yes. God, yes. Please.”

He walks slowly up behind her until mere inches separate them. He enjoys the contrast between her near-nakedness and his fully clothed form. The scent of her perfume envelops him; subtle, feminine, heady. He can feel the warmth of her body even through his suit.

She has already confessed how she has yearned for him; yearned for his body, for his hands, for his lips and his skin, his heat and his hard, thick cock. She has already admitted that glimpses of his own body have sent shivers rippling through her, their epicentre her sex, its slick pulse beating against clothing that suddenly felt much too tight when she allowed her mind to linger on him.

He slowly runs a fingertip down the centreline of her back, from the nape of her neck to a spot midway between her shoulder blades. The invisible path he draws along her spine stops just above the fastening of her brassiere.

She quivers the whole time that his skin is on hers.

He brushes her curls to one side and presses his lips against the nape of her neck. This time she gasps as she shudders.

He slowly crouches down behind her, drawing all ten of his fingers down her arms and her flanks as he continues to chart a path along her spine with delicate kisses. She feels hot to the touch. The softness of her skin is incomparable.

He rests upon his haunches, his eyes upon her sculpted rear.

“Lean forward,” he instructs her. He struggles to keep his own voice even.

She bends forward gracefully from the waist, placing her palms down on the bed’s counterpane.

He reaches out and slowly runs his hands down the backs of her taut thighs and on to her slender calves, then draws his fingers back up the outsides of her legs. He plants a chaste kiss on the centre of each of her buttocks through her panties. He smells the floral fragrance that clings to her lingerie, the scent of soap that lingers upon her skin. He experiences an urge to press his face between her cheeks and inhale deeply, to breathe in the aroma of her nascent arousal. He doesn’t though. He doesn’t want to rush, and he knows that he can’t afford to. Not until she begs him to finally relinquish his control. He understands how she wants — how she needs — their connection to be carefully teased out. He does not want her memories of this meeting to be sullied by a gauche gesture, by some crudely mistimed step.

With his index fingers, he traces the edges of her panties, measuring the outline of the cotton and lace that conceals her from his hungry eyes. When he traces the horizontal border that sits at the base of her spine, she shivers. When he follows the edges that cut across the swell of her buttocks, she shudders and sighs.

He smiles.

He slips one hand beneath the edge of her panties, cups one of her buttocks in his hand. He squeezes the taut muscle beneath with gentle firmness. Then, with his free hand, he slowly draws the lace aside, baring her to his gaze.

He swallows hard as he glimpses the glory of her sex for the first time. He absently trails a fingertip up and down her leg, from the centre of her buttock to the deep band of her stocking top and back. He cannot tear his eyes away from her womanhood. It has bewitched him, and he has no choice but to surrender to its allure.

“You are very beautiful,” he whispers. “So bright.”

He reaches out, runs the same single finger slowly over the plumpness of her sex.

“Oh, God,” she sighs.

He draws the tip of his finger to her cleft, then eases it along the tight, moist valley, hardly disturbing her velvet flesh. She shivers violently this time, her hips bucking involuntarily as he explores her. When his finger slides across the glistening nub of her clitoris, she recoils so abruptly that he thinks for a moment that she is going to collapse, to fall forward across the bed. He flashes on an image of himself swiftly following her down, wrenching at his fly and pulling out his hard cock, plunging it inside her even as she is still sinking into the plush mattress.

“Do you want me to make you come?” he asks.

She nods.

Still holding her panties aside, he leans into her until his mouth is millimetres from her sex. The musk of her lust is intoxicating. She shudders again, and he knows that she can feel his warm breath against her labia. Reverently, he kisses them in turn, then her cleft, then her clitoris. She gasps. He laps at her delicately, slowly circling the circumference of her clitoris with the very tip of his tongue. He draws it along the soft valley, allowing it to sink slightly into her flesh. She’s much wetter now, and his tongue moves through her effortlessly. Her heat seems to come in waves. When he reaches the portal to her cunt, he slowly presses his tongue inside her, exploring her.

“Jesus,” she cries out softly.

He wants to circle the tightness of her softly crinkled rosebud, but he hesitates, uncertain how she will react to such stimulus. Instead, he slips his tongue back the way it came, back to the pearl of her clitoris, which he carefully assails with sweeping flicks that barely graze her flesh. She groans with pleasure and presses herself against his mouth, and he rewards her by quickening his pace.

He cups her buttocks in both hands as he licks her, holding her open to his ministrations. He is scarcely able to credit that she is finally here, offering herself to him, just as she has always said she wanted to. She’s told him of the burning desire he inspired within her, the way that he ignited her lust, left her breathless and trembling at his words, made her passion overtake her until she was left with no choice but to seek out her sex with her own hands, coaxing herself to release again and again. But there has always been doubt; doubt that she meant everything that she said, doubt that this meeting would ever be possible.

And yet here she is, gasping and writhing at his touch.

“Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!”

His tongue rakes her nub over and over and over until she reaches back with one hand to clutch at his head, pulling him into her, desperate for one more release, the very first that he has delivered in person.

She cries out as she comes. Her sex is sodden, and he laps at her like a parched man, even as she shudders .

He stands up and takes a step back from her. In the aftermath of her climax, she looks utterly sublime.

He steps forward again, takes her by the shoulders and gently pulls her upright. He turns her to face him. Her eyes glisten, her face radiant. He kisses her on the mouth, slowly, passionately. Her tongue seeks his, seeks the taste of her lust on his flesh. After a while, he breaks the kiss.

“Sit down,” he tells her.

She does as he’s asked, perches herself on the edge of the bed. She looks up at him, eyes questioning, the rise and fall of her chest slowing, easing.

“Suck me,” he says simply.

She smiles. It was another of her confessions, how she’d wondered if he would groan as she sank to her knees, as she parted her moist, pink lips to receive the cock she longed to taste. She’d queried whether his impatience to take her, to fuck her, would wash over him as she greedily devoured his shaft.

Time to find out, he thinks, as he watches Elizabeth’s elegant fingers begin to unzip him.

Category: BDSM, Erotic Fiction
  • Cheeky Minx says:

    Much like Elizabeth, I am flushed and trembling after this encounter with your exquisitely erotic words, EA.

    Oh, to be that woman in that hotel room, colliding with the searing desire of such a man…

    July 11, 2010 at 11:09 pm
    • EA says:

      I’m excited to hear how much you’d like to be wearing Elizabeth’s shoes, Minx….

      July 18, 2010 at 8:54 pm
  • Luna says:

    Very intense…and lovely.

    xoxo
    Luna

    July 12, 2010 at 1:11 am
    • EA says:

      I’m glad you thought so, Luna…

      July 18, 2010 at 8:54 pm
  • Tessa says:

    You sound like a man who could make such an experience very rewarding.

    July 12, 2010 at 3:01 am
    • EA says:

      I’m flattered that you think that’s the case, Tessa…

      July 18, 2010 at 8:57 pm
  • ElyseN says:

    Enchanting…. How I love being enchanted by you.

    ElyseN.

    July 12, 2010 at 3:09 am
    • EA says:

      And I love to enchant you, Elyse…

      July 18, 2010 at 9:00 pm
  • Naughty Secretary says:

    Holy fuck, EA, what the hell are you trying to do to me here? My heart was racing, my body trembling as I read this. I had to stop a few times to gather myself!

    And now? I’m all wet and bothered.
    It sounds like you know what comes next…

    This is most certainly one of your best pieces, ever.

    xx

    July 12, 2010 at 1:37 pm
    • EA says:

      Thank you, Mademoiselle – and thank you for sharing with me your reaction to the piece. You know how much I enjoy stirring you…

      July 18, 2010 at 9:03 pm
  • serend says:

    breathless…wordless…fantastic work, EA – simply delicious.

    thank you.

    July 12, 2010 at 3:08 pm
    • EA says:

      Thank you, Serend…

      July 18, 2010 at 9:04 pm
  • lady in Paris says:

    No comment.

    July 12, 2010 at 7:01 pm
  • Lady Dragonfly says:

    Well… well… well…

    Now this could just go on all night, couldn’t it?

    Exquisitely long foreplay…

    Quite a fire to put out, or to reignite… Delicious.

    July 12, 2010 at 8:54 pm
    • EA says:

      Would you like it to go on all night, Lady D? It could be arranged…

      July 18, 2010 at 9:06 pm
  • Laura says:

    just let me know where I can buy a ticket to ride that ride 🙂

    July 13, 2010 at 3:01 am
    • EA says:

      It’s quite a select little ticket booth, Laura – but if you really would like the location…

      July 18, 2010 at 9:07 pm
      • Laura says:

        sent email 🙂

        July 21, 2010 at 5:21 am
        • EA says:

          Received email… 😉

          July 21, 2010 at 7:01 pm
  • Shadowtrance says:

    Oh my … can barely think straight enough to type.

    July 14, 2010 at 10:26 pm
    • EA says:

      And that’s the sort of effect I like to have on my readers, Shadowtrance…

      July 18, 2010 at 9:10 pm
  • sensuelle says:

    You leave me trembling in anticipation …. NS has it right, one of your best ever. Dare we hope for a continuation??

    July 15, 2010 at 9:11 am
    • EA says:

      Thank you, Sensuelle. As for a continuation … I tend to prefer to leave my readers to fill in the blanks for themselves. But you never know…

      July 18, 2010 at 9:13 pm
  • Nessy says:

    Fucking Hell, EA Man.

    I couldn’t read that in one go… It was too much to take it in at once.
    Not only because it was written so well and made me change my knickers, but the fantasist in me sees myself in your writing.

    I love it.
    ….Well worth the wait.
    Ness x

    July 15, 2010 at 1:33 pm
    • EA says:

      Thanks for your patience, Nessy. I’m glad you enjoyed the piece so much, even if you did have to take it in bite-sized pieces.

      (I’m delighted that you had to change your knickers, by the way)

      July 18, 2010 at 9:21 pm
  • southerngirl says:

    Breathless again EA…. xx

    July 16, 2010 at 12:35 pm
    • EA says:

      Just as I like to leave you, SG…

      July 18, 2010 at 9:22 pm
  • Joanna Cake says:

    Mmmm, I always forget how easy it is to lose myself in your words. I suspect that Elizabeth would probably say much the same thing x

    July 30, 2010 at 12:29 am
    • EA says:

      I’m flattered you still think so, Joanna….

      August 2, 2010 at 12:25 pm
  • Shadowtrance says:

    Damn, I should know better than to read one of your stories when I’ve got a back injury … I can’t bloody reach!

    July 30, 2010 at 2:39 pm
    • EA says:

      Are you telling me that I ought to add a health warning notice to my site now, Shadowtrance? 😉

      August 2, 2010 at 12:27 pm

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  • john miller says:

    Great post. Just so exciting and full of lust. How I wish I have my own Elizabeth. I was so tensed and so fired up with this story of yours. I love it.

    August 13, 2010 at 2:49 pm
    • EA says:

      Glad you enjoyed it, John…

      August 17, 2010 at 6:45 pm
  • Tamara Masters says:

    I LOVE THIS! I enjoy your writing so!!! Will there be a sequel to this one? I obviously want more…

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