Read Online Dream Trysts: A Sleeping Beauty Story (Passion-Filled FairyTales Book 4) by Rosetta Bloom - Free Book Online
Authors: Rosetta Bloom
Ads: Link
was hot, fervent, tingles upon every part of her flesh that touched his. Real was a yearning that could only be quenched by him.
She peppered her own kisses along his neck and her fingers found the hem of his shirt. She slid her hands beneath the loose thin fabric, finding purchase on his back. She fingered the smooth, thick muscles there, pulling him closer, his hard body pressing deeply into hers. His mouth took hers, and everything else seemed to fade away. All that mattered was being with him, his touch, his taste, his musky scent driving her wild.
He guided her down to the soft grass, her back and then head gently falling to the earth. He was on top of her, looking down, and it was like she was getting to stare at an angel. A smirk crossed his lips as his eyes took in her face. “You’re real,” he said, his voice firm, though with a hint of playfulness.
“So are you,” she whispered.
“I love you,” he said, the words carrying with them both serenity and fire. Her heart thumped in her chest as he reached a hand out and slowly began to disrobe her. He started gathering her skirt of her dress, drawing it up the length of her body. She felt the grass nuzzle her legs, the fabric shield now gone. His eyes never left hers as he fiddled with her clothes. His eyes saying he wanted to see her, to know how she looked as he took her.
She eased herself up, to help him pull the dress over her head, leaving only a thin camisole beneath. His shirt rippled in the breeze and she realized how overdressed he was. She gripped the edges of the shirt, and pulled it over his head to reveal his bare chest, a sculpted glory. His smooth, sun-kissed skin glistened just slightly, and the gentle breeze brought his thick, musky scent to her nose. She closed her eyes to revel in it, and she heard the sound of rustling fabric.
As she opened her eyes with a smile, she saw that he had fully disrobed in just that instant and she smiled at the sight of him. She hadn’t ever seen a man in full undress before, but there was something magnificent about it. Or perhaps, just about him — the swath of dark curly hair nestled on his chest that narrowed as it crossed his stomach and then spread out to full bloom below his waist. His long, heavy cock was at full attention, and there was something mouth-wateringly appealing about it.
It was only fair that they both be in the same state of undress. She pulled off her camisole and watched the smile on his face broaden as he took her in. He let out a slow breath as he placed a hand on her breast, his thumb circling her nipple. Her breath hitched and she tipped her head back as the sensation traveled through her body, alighting every part of it. She leaned back, and he took her breast in his mouth. She gasped.
A hand slid down her thigh as he slowly traced a line from her breast to her collarbone. Her entire body shivered, and she didn’t know if it was because the gentle breeze or because this is how it always felt when the man you love touched you with such affection.
His mouth grazed her ear, and his whisper, warm and tender, said, “I love you, Rose, more than anything.” And she knew it was true. She’d only read of love in books, but this, she knew had to be it. This was everything it meant to love physically.
“I love you, too,” she whispered back, and he kissed her lips, a forceful kiss meant to confirm what he’d just said, or perhaps to seal them together, entwine them. Only, their bodies were already entangled, his gently pressing on hers, his arms nestled around her. She felt his hand slip between her legs and instinctively, she spread them apart, anticipating his touch.
His fingers danced along her thigh and up into the warm tuft of hair that shielded her womanhood. His fingers swirled in her bush, then delicately dipped into the folds of her lips. Rose gasped at the new feeling, and felt her heart beat rising in her chest.
She closed her eyes so she could revel in the sensation
She peppered her own kisses along his neck and her fingers found the hem of his shirt. She slid her hands beneath the loose thin fabric, finding purchase on his back. She fingered the smooth, thick muscles there, pulling him closer, his hard body pressing deeply into hers. His mouth took hers, and everything else seemed to fade away. All that mattered was being with him, his touch, his taste, his musky scent driving her wild.
He guided her down to the soft grass, her back and then head gently falling to the earth. He was on top of her, looking down, and it was like she was getting to stare at an angel. A smirk crossed his lips as his eyes took in her face. “You’re real,” he said, his voice firm, though with a hint of playfulness.
“So are you,” she whispered.
“I love you,” he said, the words carrying with them both serenity and fire. Her heart thumped in her chest as he reached a hand out and slowly began to disrobe her. He started gathering her skirt of her dress, drawing it up the length of her body. She felt the grass nuzzle her legs, the fabric shield now gone. His eyes never left hers as he fiddled with her clothes. His eyes saying he wanted to see her, to know how she looked as he took her.
She eased herself up, to help him pull the dress over her head, leaving only a thin camisole beneath. His shirt rippled in the breeze and she realized how overdressed he was. She gripped the edges of the shirt, and pulled it over his head to reveal his bare chest, a sculpted glory. His smooth, sun-kissed skin glistened just slightly, and the gentle breeze brought his thick, musky scent to her nose. She closed her eyes to revel in it, and she heard the sound of rustling fabric.
As she opened her eyes with a smile, she saw that he had fully disrobed in just that instant and she smiled at the sight of him. She hadn’t ever seen a man in full undress before, but there was something magnificent about it. Or perhaps, just about him — the swath of dark curly hair nestled on his chest that narrowed as it crossed his stomach and then spread out to full bloom below his waist. His long, heavy cock was at full attention, and there was something mouth-wateringly appealing about it.
It was only fair that they both be in the same state of undress. She pulled off her camisole and watched the smile on his face broaden as he took her in. He let out a slow breath as he placed a hand on her breast, his thumb circling her nipple. Her breath hitched and she tipped her head back as the sensation traveled through her body, alighting every part of it. She leaned back, and he took her breast in his mouth. She gasped.
A hand slid down her thigh as he slowly traced a line from her breast to her collarbone. Her entire body shivered, and she didn’t know if it was because the gentle breeze or because this is how it always felt when the man you love touched you with such affection.
His mouth grazed her ear, and his whisper, warm and tender, said, “I love you, Rose, more than anything.” And she knew it was true. She’d only read of love in books, but this, she knew had to be it. This was everything it meant to love physically.
“I love you, too,” she whispered back, and he kissed her lips, a forceful kiss meant to confirm what he’d just said, or perhaps to seal them together, entwine them. Only, their bodies were already entangled, his gently pressing on hers, his arms nestled around her. She felt his hand slip between her legs and instinctively, she spread them apart, anticipating his touch.
His fingers danced along her thigh and up into the warm tuft of hair that shielded her womanhood. His fingers swirled in her bush, then delicately dipped into the folds of her lips. Rose gasped at the new feeling, and felt her heart beat rising in her chest.
She closed her eyes so she could revel in the sensation
Similar Books
