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then forward until they cupped her chemise-covered breasts. So soft and yielding, at the same time allowing him to feel the hard and turgid nipples pressing against his palms.
Further indication, despite her earlier protests, that Emily was as aroused as he was.
She gave a soft whimper as Xander took those protruding nipples between a finger and thumb, rolling that swollen flesh before squeezing gently.
Her head fell back against his shoulder, arching her spine, and lifting and pushing the fullness of her breasts more firmly into the caress of Xander’s hands.
Her groans grew deeper still as Xander continued to pull and squeeze her nipples, lengthening those engorged nubbins. Saliva flooded Xander’s mouth in anticipation of sucking on those ripe and swollen berries.
Emily made a sound of protest as Xander removed his hands from her breasts and then from her gown altogether. There had been something…erotic, in having those disembodied hands and lips caressing and tasting her body. Almost as if she were alone again, as she had been last night, giving herself pleasure.
That protest turned to a gasp of surprise as her gown was pushed down the length of her arms and allowed to fall to her waist. The straps of her chemise quickly followed, exposing the heat of her breasts to the cooler air.
Emily glanced down self-consciously at her breasts now spilling over the top of her corset. She had never seen her nipples so red and swollen, and surely they were grown to twice their normal size and length?
She glanced up uncertainly at Whitney as he moved from the back of the chair to stand in front of her, leaving her in no doubt as to whom those disembodied hands and lips belonged. He gently nudged her legs apart, pushing the skirt of her gown up to her thighs as he knelt between them. Emily could only watch in fascination as he held her gaze with his, then leaned forward to slowly rasp the moistness of his tongue across one of those protruding nipples.
Pleasure .
He continued to hold her gaze as he rasped that moist tongue over her other nipple.
More pleasure .
Hot waves of it, flooding from her breasts down to between her parted thighs in a hot gush of fluid that moistened her swollen nether lips.
She cried out with the intensity of that pleasure as she watched Whitney’s parted lips take the whole of her nipple into his mouth and begin to suckle. Softly at first, and then harder, deeper. His other hand captured its twin, rolling and squeezing the turgid and aroused flesh.
Emily could no longer look at him, her eyelids fluttering closed as she surrendered completely to that pleasure.
She gave a quiver of excitement as she felt Whitney’s other hand traveling the length of her calf, over her knee, along the length of her inner thigh, before his fingers parted and then entered the slit in her drawers. Those fingers sought out, found, and then caressed and stroked her throbbing nubbin.
Emily had imagined it was Whitney last night when she touched and caressed herself to completion. Had longed for those same caresses from him.
From Xander.
She could no longer think of him as Whitney. Any more than he was any longer those disembodied lips and hands.
It was Xander who knelt before her. One of her nipples was being suckled into the heat of Xander’s mouth, the other squeezed and caressed by Xander’s fingers and thumb. Xander’s other hand was between her thighs, touching her intimately, stroking and then gently pumping the erect nubbin nestled amid the dampness of her curls.
The pleasure was unimaginable.
Immeasurable.
Overwhelming.
Building higher, and then higher still.
Emily began to tremble and quake from the intensity of pleasure that held her firmly in its grip, her hips undulating up and into those caresses.
She gasped, her eyes closing again, as Xander’s fingers now stroked and swirled about the entrance of her channel, crying out as she felt one of those long fingers breach and slowly slide inside
Further indication, despite her earlier protests, that Emily was as aroused as he was.
She gave a soft whimper as Xander took those protruding nipples between a finger and thumb, rolling that swollen flesh before squeezing gently.
Her head fell back against his shoulder, arching her spine, and lifting and pushing the fullness of her breasts more firmly into the caress of Xander’s hands.
Her groans grew deeper still as Xander continued to pull and squeeze her nipples, lengthening those engorged nubbins. Saliva flooded Xander’s mouth in anticipation of sucking on those ripe and swollen berries.
Emily made a sound of protest as Xander removed his hands from her breasts and then from her gown altogether. There had been something…erotic, in having those disembodied hands and lips caressing and tasting her body. Almost as if she were alone again, as she had been last night, giving herself pleasure.
That protest turned to a gasp of surprise as her gown was pushed down the length of her arms and allowed to fall to her waist. The straps of her chemise quickly followed, exposing the heat of her breasts to the cooler air.
Emily glanced down self-consciously at her breasts now spilling over the top of her corset. She had never seen her nipples so red and swollen, and surely they were grown to twice their normal size and length?
She glanced up uncertainly at Whitney as he moved from the back of the chair to stand in front of her, leaving her in no doubt as to whom those disembodied hands and lips belonged. He gently nudged her legs apart, pushing the skirt of her gown up to her thighs as he knelt between them. Emily could only watch in fascination as he held her gaze with his, then leaned forward to slowly rasp the moistness of his tongue across one of those protruding nipples.
Pleasure .
He continued to hold her gaze as he rasped that moist tongue over her other nipple.
More pleasure .
Hot waves of it, flooding from her breasts down to between her parted thighs in a hot gush of fluid that moistened her swollen nether lips.
She cried out with the intensity of that pleasure as she watched Whitney’s parted lips take the whole of her nipple into his mouth and begin to suckle. Softly at first, and then harder, deeper. His other hand captured its twin, rolling and squeezing the turgid and aroused flesh.
Emily could no longer look at him, her eyelids fluttering closed as she surrendered completely to that pleasure.
She gave a quiver of excitement as she felt Whitney’s other hand traveling the length of her calf, over her knee, along the length of her inner thigh, before his fingers parted and then entered the slit in her drawers. Those fingers sought out, found, and then caressed and stroked her throbbing nubbin.
Emily had imagined it was Whitney last night when she touched and caressed herself to completion. Had longed for those same caresses from him.
From Xander.
She could no longer think of him as Whitney. Any more than he was any longer those disembodied lips and hands.
It was Xander who knelt before her. One of her nipples was being suckled into the heat of Xander’s mouth, the other squeezed and caressed by Xander’s fingers and thumb. Xander’s other hand was between her thighs, touching her intimately, stroking and then gently pumping the erect nubbin nestled amid the dampness of her curls.
The pleasure was unimaginable.
Immeasurable.
Overwhelming.
Building higher, and then higher still.
Emily began to tremble and quake from the intensity of pleasure that held her firmly in its grip, her hips undulating up and into those caresses.
She gasped, her eyes closing again, as Xander’s fingers now stroked and swirled about the entrance of her channel, crying out as she felt one of those long fingers breach and slowly slide inside
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