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Authors: N. J. Walters
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“Beautiful.” Leaning forward, he stroked his tongue across one of her swollen nipples. The roughness of it made her gasp for breath. “Like a ripe raspberry, ready to 50
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be plucked and eaten.” The image made her moan. Smiling, he blew lightly, making the moist bud pucker even tighter.
“Let me pleasure you.” His voice was little more than a whisper caressing her skin. She meant to say no. To try and gain some control of the situation. But what came out of her mouth was a breathy, “Yes.” Who was she kidding, after all? She wanted this, wanted him.
Marc murmured his approval as he lapped at her nipple once again. Cupping her other breast in his large hand, he stroked a circle around one of her areolas with his thumb. His hair trailed over her stomach in a sensual caress and she sucked in her breath.
She sifted her fingers through his hair, tugging him closer. Wanting more. Needing more. Her pussy lips were slick and with each lap of his tongue she could feel more of her juices sliding out of her body.
“I can smell your arousal.” Marc’s hand stroked down over her torso until his hand hovered just above her pubic hair.
Her hips moved upward, seeking his touch. As she moved, her cream flowed freely, seeping between the cheeks of her ass and to the sheets below her. Christina had never felt this needy in her life. What was it about this place and these men that aroused her so damn much? She’d never considered herself a very sexual person before, but now she felt sensual and alive and very much a woman. She undulated her hips and his fingers tangled lightly in her curls. “Touch me.”
Never had she asked a man to do such a thing before, but somehow it seemed right with this man.
Raising his head from her breast, he nuzzled her cheek with his. The faint shadow of stubble on his jaw abraded her skin, sending tentacles of pleasure through her body. His firm lips sprinkled kisses across her forehead and nose before coming to rest on her mouth. “My pleasure.” Marc stroked his tongue across her lips as he slipped his fingers through the curls between her thighs.
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Christina felt both her lips and her legs part, inviting him to taste and touch all of her. As if he had all the time in the world, Marc traced the wet folds of her pussy with his fingers. She spread her thighs wider, inviting his touch. A pleased rumble vibrated in his chest, resembling the purr of a large jungle cat. It was amazing to Christina that any man wanted her. In her normal life, men ignored her or treated her like a buddy. Sure, she got some crude remarks about the size of her breasts, but they were usually followed by some crack about her weight. More than once she’d been told that she’d be really pretty if she just took off about thirty pounds and did something with her hair. But first Jarek, and now Marc, treated her like she was the most beautiful and arousing woman in the world. And darned if she wasn’t starting to feel that way.
It was heady stuff and Christina was determined to enjoy it for the time she was here. Somehow in this world, having sex with both Jarek and Marc seemed right. In fact, it was expected. What would seem shocking at home seemed normal here. Marc’s tongue explored every crevice of her mouth before withdrawing to lick at her lips. Her tongue followed his, touching it and trying to lure it back inside. She could feel Marc’s smile as he kissed the corner of her mouth.
His finger lightly brushed her swollen clit as he started to withdraw his hand. Her thighs clamped shut, trapping his hand between them. “I want to see your pussy.” One of his fingers tapped her clit softly and her legs relaxed as her hips arched up. Marc withdrew his hand immediately. “I want to spread your wet lips wide and touch and taste all of you.”
Words were beyond Christina, so she just nodded. Marc stood next to the bed and shucked his leather pants. His cock sprang
“Beautiful.” Leaning forward, he stroked his tongue across one of her swollen nipples. The roughness of it made her gasp for breath. “Like a ripe raspberry, ready to 50
Christina’s Tapestry
be plucked and eaten.” The image made her moan. Smiling, he blew lightly, making the moist bud pucker even tighter.
“Let me pleasure you.” His voice was little more than a whisper caressing her skin. She meant to say no. To try and gain some control of the situation. But what came out of her mouth was a breathy, “Yes.” Who was she kidding, after all? She wanted this, wanted him.
Marc murmured his approval as he lapped at her nipple once again. Cupping her other breast in his large hand, he stroked a circle around one of her areolas with his thumb. His hair trailed over her stomach in a sensual caress and she sucked in her breath.
She sifted her fingers through his hair, tugging him closer. Wanting more. Needing more. Her pussy lips were slick and with each lap of his tongue she could feel more of her juices sliding out of her body.
“I can smell your arousal.” Marc’s hand stroked down over her torso until his hand hovered just above her pubic hair.
Her hips moved upward, seeking his touch. As she moved, her cream flowed freely, seeping between the cheeks of her ass and to the sheets below her. Christina had never felt this needy in her life. What was it about this place and these men that aroused her so damn much? She’d never considered herself a very sexual person before, but now she felt sensual and alive and very much a woman. She undulated her hips and his fingers tangled lightly in her curls. “Touch me.”
Never had she asked a man to do such a thing before, but somehow it seemed right with this man.
Raising his head from her breast, he nuzzled her cheek with his. The faint shadow of stubble on his jaw abraded her skin, sending tentacles of pleasure through her body. His firm lips sprinkled kisses across her forehead and nose before coming to rest on her mouth. “My pleasure.” Marc stroked his tongue across her lips as he slipped his fingers through the curls between her thighs.
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Christina felt both her lips and her legs part, inviting him to taste and touch all of her. As if he had all the time in the world, Marc traced the wet folds of her pussy with his fingers. She spread her thighs wider, inviting his touch. A pleased rumble vibrated in his chest, resembling the purr of a large jungle cat. It was amazing to Christina that any man wanted her. In her normal life, men ignored her or treated her like a buddy. Sure, she got some crude remarks about the size of her breasts, but they were usually followed by some crack about her weight. More than once she’d been told that she’d be really pretty if she just took off about thirty pounds and did something with her hair. But first Jarek, and now Marc, treated her like she was the most beautiful and arousing woman in the world. And darned if she wasn’t starting to feel that way.
It was heady stuff and Christina was determined to enjoy it for the time she was here. Somehow in this world, having sex with both Jarek and Marc seemed right. In fact, it was expected. What would seem shocking at home seemed normal here. Marc’s tongue explored every crevice of her mouth before withdrawing to lick at her lips. Her tongue followed his, touching it and trying to lure it back inside. She could feel Marc’s smile as he kissed the corner of her mouth.
His finger lightly brushed her swollen clit as he started to withdraw his hand. Her thighs clamped shut, trapping his hand between them. “I want to see your pussy.” One of his fingers tapped her clit softly and her legs relaxed as her hips arched up. Marc withdrew his hand immediately. “I want to spread your wet lips wide and touch and taste all of you.”
Words were beyond Christina, so she just nodded. Marc stood next to the bed and shucked his leather pants. His cock sprang
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