Most important part.
So the most important part in an erotic romance is in my opinion…hang on, hang on, stop tittering in the corner and get your minds out of the gutter! No, the most important scene, in my opinion, in an erotic romance, or any romance come to that, is the first kiss.
I know that you might think for a woman who writes very specifically erotic romance that I’d be all about the sex scenes and yes, everything I write does go *there* but it wouldn’t go anywhere without the first kiss.
I was watching Glee the other day. Yes, I’m very behind on the times and am only just getting round to watching the first series. Anyhow, I’m enjoying a certain episode and, I don’t want to give anything away here, I’d hate to be accused of spoiling but a certain character runs after another certain character and I literally yell at the TV,“Just kiss her!”
Ask my husband, he heard me. It had to be their first kiss and it would have been spoiled by even one single word of dialogue and I was so happy when the script writer got it right and they just kissed. Ah, perfection.
And you should get that kind of satisfaction from every first kiss you see, hear or read about and when I write my first kisses. The kiss between Tom and Helen in Sweet Surrender was one that I really enjoyed writing.
Here it is, I hope you enjoy reading it too!
“Sorry.” His voice spoke beside her, his breath ruffling her hair.
She was startled as she felt his hand on her back, and saw his face bent in close to hers.
“I see things in black and white. I know it’s not always so straight forward.”
“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 ‘til 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, and her hand, originally raised to push him away, landed 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 fulfil all those 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 wasn’t thinking, only feeling. Desire was the only thing she was aware of as she leaned forward to breathe one short word. “Please.”
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 moulded automatically together, their chests rubbing and their legs entwined as the passion mounted.
It was a kiss and then some. Her 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, but losing ground as that mouth skilfully manipulated hers and his fingers tactfully scrunched her skirt, higher and higher until she realised 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 she was overjoyed at the sexual contact from this handsome man.
She tried to release her mouth, but each time she worked her lips free, he’d slam his back down onto her, so that they were once again sealed.
She really began to struggle as he hooked a finger in her lacy, racy knickers and inched them down. She spun into a panic, gasping for breath and clawing at his back. She was a shy, quiet girl and she certainly didn’t have sex in public with a man on their first date.
“No!” she managed to gasp.”
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