Aphrodite’s Tears—a fountain supposedly cursed by the goddess of love herself. Now there’s a not-to-be-missed sight. Or so thought travel writer Anna Sutton as she went in search of the mysterious and fabled fountain in the Greek village of Makrynitsa.
What Anna could not have foreseen, however, was the storm of carnal desire unleashed by the water’s touch. Nor the handsome stranger—also infected—who believes that Anna is meant for him.
Author: Siera Saunders
Publisher: JSC Publishing
Publication Date: June 2014
Price: $2.99 (USD)
Word Count: 10,235 words (approximate)
Format: Electronic Book (eBook)
This is an erotic short story (approximately 10,235 words in length) featuring hot, graphic sexual situations between consenting adults. Enjoy!
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Reaching out, I caught the fall of water in my cupped palm then pressed my damp fingers to my throat. The fountain had already done its damage, further exposure could hardly hurt.
Unbuttoning the first few buttons on my dress, I gathered more water and dribbled it over my chest. As the water dripped onto the curve of my breasts, I moaned at the alluring caress; my skin’s painful sensitivity morphing into delightful pleasure.
I wanted more.
Slipping a strap off my shoulder to bare one breast, I moistened my fingertips and fondled my aching nipple. A shock of pure lust jolted through my body.
The urge to tear off my clothes and frolic in the fountain intensified. Taking a firm grip on my wavering control, I contented myself with pushing my dress to my waist and arching both breasts into the falling curtain of water. Sensuous as the brush of finest silk on my skin, I shivered with unbridled desire as I cupped and squeezed my wet breasts and hardened nipples.
I was so lost to physical need that I didn’t even start when Fegan’s hands encircled my bare waist, his fingers splaying across my ribs. How did I know that it was his body pressed against mine? His lips burning a path down the curve of my neck? I can’t say. I only knew that it couldn’t be anyone else.
He nibbled my shoulder, pulling my hips tightly back against his groin. I could feel his hard erection through the thin fabric of my dress. Such a slight barrier denying me heaven. I moved my butt, rubbing against his engorged cock. Groaning, he slipped his hand inside my dress to cup my mound. I shuddered at the sublime touch of his fingers on my aching pussy.
With tormenting leisure, he stroked my slit, zeroing in on my clit and encircling the tender nub. I was slippery with lubrication, writhing in his hold. He rubbed his groin against my ass, his jeans a frustrating impediment that I wanted gone.
I tried to turn around, intent on getting him naked with all due speed, but he held me firmly against him and continued to fondle my cunt while he ground against my ass. My heart thundered in time to his. I gasped with delight when he slipped a finger inside of me and began pumping, pushing me closer to the edge of climax.
His left hand slid from my waist to cup my breast, adding to my spiraling pleasure as he gently squeezed and massaged my taut nipple. The tension built until I teetered on the brink. Then, with a flick of his fingernail across my clit, he pushed me over.
I shuddered and cried out, my muscles clenching his invading finger. Fegan continued to stroke me until the last spasm had passed. Even then he held me close until our breathing had eased.
At least until mine had.