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Authors: Karen Mercury
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was bared to the warmth of his chest. He held her by the shoulders and examined her intently, his beautiful brown eyes roaming over her face, neck, shoulders…bosom.
Taking a small towel from the vanity, he dipped it in the washbowl and gently pressed it to the cut on her forehead. “May I ask what was going on when you fell and hit your head?”
Alameda decided to be honest. Oh, why the hell not? It was no big deal. He had seen her nearly naked breast not a few hours before. She wasn’t trying to impress him with her wifely skills. Perhaps it was the blow to the head that had thrown all reason out the window, but suddenly she heard herself explaining, “I was pleasuring myself while standing up.”
Derrick’s eyes misted over with a stupid sheen, and he looked down at her nose but quickly went back to patting the blood. “And do you usually swoon when doing that?”
“Not usually. Never, actually. It was just… stronger than usual.”
He slowed down his dabbing. He turned her so she was propped against the vanity and would not fall again. She could feel his breath warm against her forehead. “And the strength of it knocked you off your feet?”
“Something like that, yes. I suppose.”
Derrick put the rag onto the countertop, and she felt no more blood drip. He could have, should have stepped back now. Instead he stood so close his body heat warmed her innards. She made a halfhearted attempt to stuff her breast back into the corset, but the severed lacings would not keep it encased. Her nipple still poked out freely, begging to be sucked.
“And what made it stronger than usual?”
He waited patiently for her answer. Now, for the first time, she was hesitant. Maybe her reason was coming back. She couldn’t look him in the face when she said, “I was thinking of you.” My, he had a thick, columnar neck. He needed a shave after being stuck overnight on the train.
She could feel his eyes searching her face without even looking at him. She would not look at his face. He would entice her with his achingly handsome beauty, and then she would be doomed. “Thinking of…me?” Amused now, he asked, “Me doing what?”
She was in perilous waters. She would answer him, then run! “Thinking of kissing you. What it would be like to lick your throat.” Oh, damn. She was staring directly at his stately, powerful throat. “And lick your chest. And—” Run, Alameda! Run!
But just as she jerked her torso to run, Derrick clutched her shoulders firmly and kissed her.
Oh, dear God. Alameda fell into the kiss because she had been yearning for it. His delicious lips moved softly against hers, tempting her, enticing her. She lifted a hand to touch the side of his face, prickly with stubble, so finely sculpted she could feel the exquisite beauty of his jaw under her fingertips. He released one hand to cup her chin as he snorted heated sighs onto her. A deep growl of joy and longing vibrated in his chest.
How heavenly it was, sliding her wet lips against his lush mouth. Alameda dared to nibble at his lower lip, and his jaw went slack, allowing her to lick the edges of his teeth. His tangerine scent would be smeared all over her now, his shirtfront plastered to her bare tit as her thighs parted in anticipation. The solid bulk of his twitching erection was crushed to her mons veneris, just like in her wild imaginings. She was so sensitive, so wide awake in all her senses, her pussy could measure the heft and width of it. Apparently her pussy was pleased, for it clenched and shivered with craving.
She delved in to lick his throat. Her tongue slid over the rise of his Adam’s apple, where it could feel the shuddering of the moans he swallowed. Apparently he couldn’t bear her tickling his throat, for he slipped his tongue into her mouth to lick the back sides of her teeth.
Alameda found some resistance within herself. Taking him unawares, she squirmed free and stalked to Liberty’s bed, panting heavily. Spying her
Taking a small towel from the vanity, he dipped it in the washbowl and gently pressed it to the cut on her forehead. “May I ask what was going on when you fell and hit your head?”
Alameda decided to be honest. Oh, why the hell not? It was no big deal. He had seen her nearly naked breast not a few hours before. She wasn’t trying to impress him with her wifely skills. Perhaps it was the blow to the head that had thrown all reason out the window, but suddenly she heard herself explaining, “I was pleasuring myself while standing up.”
Derrick’s eyes misted over with a stupid sheen, and he looked down at her nose but quickly went back to patting the blood. “And do you usually swoon when doing that?”
“Not usually. Never, actually. It was just… stronger than usual.”
He slowed down his dabbing. He turned her so she was propped against the vanity and would not fall again. She could feel his breath warm against her forehead. “And the strength of it knocked you off your feet?”
“Something like that, yes. I suppose.”
Derrick put the rag onto the countertop, and she felt no more blood drip. He could have, should have stepped back now. Instead he stood so close his body heat warmed her innards. She made a halfhearted attempt to stuff her breast back into the corset, but the severed lacings would not keep it encased. Her nipple still poked out freely, begging to be sucked.
“And what made it stronger than usual?”
He waited patiently for her answer. Now, for the first time, she was hesitant. Maybe her reason was coming back. She couldn’t look him in the face when she said, “I was thinking of you.” My, he had a thick, columnar neck. He needed a shave after being stuck overnight on the train.
She could feel his eyes searching her face without even looking at him. She would not look at his face. He would entice her with his achingly handsome beauty, and then she would be doomed. “Thinking of…me?” Amused now, he asked, “Me doing what?”
She was in perilous waters. She would answer him, then run! “Thinking of kissing you. What it would be like to lick your throat.” Oh, damn. She was staring directly at his stately, powerful throat. “And lick your chest. And—” Run, Alameda! Run!
But just as she jerked her torso to run, Derrick clutched her shoulders firmly and kissed her.
Oh, dear God. Alameda fell into the kiss because she had been yearning for it. His delicious lips moved softly against hers, tempting her, enticing her. She lifted a hand to touch the side of his face, prickly with stubble, so finely sculpted she could feel the exquisite beauty of his jaw under her fingertips. He released one hand to cup her chin as he snorted heated sighs onto her. A deep growl of joy and longing vibrated in his chest.
How heavenly it was, sliding her wet lips against his lush mouth. Alameda dared to nibble at his lower lip, and his jaw went slack, allowing her to lick the edges of his teeth. His tangerine scent would be smeared all over her now, his shirtfront plastered to her bare tit as her thighs parted in anticipation. The solid bulk of his twitching erection was crushed to her mons veneris, just like in her wild imaginings. She was so sensitive, so wide awake in all her senses, her pussy could measure the heft and width of it. Apparently her pussy was pleased, for it clenched and shivered with craving.
She delved in to lick his throat. Her tongue slid over the rise of his Adam’s apple, where it could feel the shuddering of the moans he swallowed. Apparently he couldn’t bear her tickling his throat, for he slipped his tongue into her mouth to lick the back sides of her teeth.
Alameda found some resistance within herself. Taking him unawares, she squirmed free and stalked to Liberty’s bed, panting heavily. Spying her
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