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“Take everything off.”
Charlotte’s body shivered with yearning, for the note of
command in his voice was a powerful aphrodisiac all on its own.
Lying back on the pillow, she slowly unfastened the
buttons at the side, then untied the ribbon of her petticoat.
“Will you pull it off for me?” she asked, lifting her hips
off the bed.
Those big hands slid up her legs and gripped the
waistband. Soon her skirts were sliding over her knees and joining the other
garments on the floor. The stockings and shoes came off next, and Charlotte
marveled at the fact that she felt no modesty, but delighted in the sensation
of her nudity beneath the heat of his gaze in the warm glow of the candlelight.
“Now it’s your turn,” she said, eyeing, with hungry
fascination, the large bulge beneath his dark trousers.
He worked the fastenings of his trousers and smoothly slipped
out of them as he moved to lie beside her.
Fully naked now, they rolled to face each other. Charlotte
reached out to briefly touch her fingertip to his lips. Then he gathered her
into his arms, pulled her close, and kissed her passionately for what seemed a
perfect, blissful eternity.
Eventually, he rolled on top of her, but never broke the
kiss. She spread her legs wide and wrapped them around his hips, while their
tongues tangled and danced.
Charlotte sighed breathlessly when he began to move down
the length of her body, dropping languorous open-mouthed kisses on her breasts,
suckling them for yet another blissful eternity, until she was so overcome with
feverish need, her body bucked beneath him.
“Are you growing impatient?” he asked with a sinfully sexy
smile that promised something very wicked at the end.
“Intolerably so,” she replied, “though it is a frustration
I would not choose to forgo.”
“You did ask for foreplay,” he reminded her.
And he was torturing her with it in the most exquisite
way.
“Yes, therefore you should not stop.” She smiled and ran
her fingers through his thick wavy hair.
With a devilish glint in his eyes, he lowered his head and
returned to his task of pleasuring her senseless. He kissed all across and down
her flat, quivering belly, past her navel until at last, he arrived at the
juncture between her thighs. The kissing—so hot and deliciously
erotic—continued down her inner thighs, causing her to tremble and quake.
How in the world would she ever survive this?
Then his head moved between her legs and he flicked his
tongue over the sensitive bud of her desires, first with quick strokes, then
slow, deep velvety ones that made her shudder with an arousal that came from
deep inside her womanly core.
She began to breathe faster, moaning with delirious need,
but just as the promise of a climax mounted within, he drew back and said, “Not
yet.”
Wiping his wrist across his mouth, he moved upward, looked
down and took hold of his swollen, rigid erection, and placed the thick silky
tip at the entrance to her womanhood.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked, and she nodded
profusely, feasting her mouth on his, and her hands on the rippled muscles of
his shoulders and upper back.
He pushed her legs further apart and slowly slid into her
with smooth, relentless mastery, for he stroked all the right places with just
the right degree of pressure, as he penetrated her to the hilt.
He withdrew with equal thoroughness, while his hot tongue
swirled around hers.
Intensely aroused—barely able to comprehend that she
was not floating in the haze of an erotic fantasy—Charlotte cried out
with each deep, glorious invasion.
Soon, his slow stokes began to grind harder and faster,
and all her muscles turned to jelly. He was hot and heavy above her; his skin
was slick with sweat. He grunted like a savage and crushed her mouth with a
plunging kiss that stirred her senses into a firestorm of sexual response.
Her climax came quickly, with a sudden intensity she
hadn’t experienced before. Perhaps it was the sheer thrill
Charlotte’s body shivered with yearning, for the note of
command in his voice was a powerful aphrodisiac all on its own.
Lying back on the pillow, she slowly unfastened the
buttons at the side, then untied the ribbon of her petticoat.
“Will you pull it off for me?” she asked, lifting her hips
off the bed.
Those big hands slid up her legs and gripped the
waistband. Soon her skirts were sliding over her knees and joining the other
garments on the floor. The stockings and shoes came off next, and Charlotte
marveled at the fact that she felt no modesty, but delighted in the sensation
of her nudity beneath the heat of his gaze in the warm glow of the candlelight.
“Now it’s your turn,” she said, eyeing, with hungry
fascination, the large bulge beneath his dark trousers.
He worked the fastenings of his trousers and smoothly slipped
out of them as he moved to lie beside her.
Fully naked now, they rolled to face each other. Charlotte
reached out to briefly touch her fingertip to his lips. Then he gathered her
into his arms, pulled her close, and kissed her passionately for what seemed a
perfect, blissful eternity.
Eventually, he rolled on top of her, but never broke the
kiss. She spread her legs wide and wrapped them around his hips, while their
tongues tangled and danced.
Charlotte sighed breathlessly when he began to move down
the length of her body, dropping languorous open-mouthed kisses on her breasts,
suckling them for yet another blissful eternity, until she was so overcome with
feverish need, her body bucked beneath him.
“Are you growing impatient?” he asked with a sinfully sexy
smile that promised something very wicked at the end.
“Intolerably so,” she replied, “though it is a frustration
I would not choose to forgo.”
“You did ask for foreplay,” he reminded her.
And he was torturing her with it in the most exquisite
way.
“Yes, therefore you should not stop.” She smiled and ran
her fingers through his thick wavy hair.
With a devilish glint in his eyes, he lowered his head and
returned to his task of pleasuring her senseless. He kissed all across and down
her flat, quivering belly, past her navel until at last, he arrived at the
juncture between her thighs. The kissing—so hot and deliciously
erotic—continued down her inner thighs, causing her to tremble and quake.
How in the world would she ever survive this?
Then his head moved between her legs and he flicked his
tongue over the sensitive bud of her desires, first with quick strokes, then
slow, deep velvety ones that made her shudder with an arousal that came from
deep inside her womanly core.
She began to breathe faster, moaning with delirious need,
but just as the promise of a climax mounted within, he drew back and said, “Not
yet.”
Wiping his wrist across his mouth, he moved upward, looked
down and took hold of his swollen, rigid erection, and placed the thick silky
tip at the entrance to her womanhood.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked, and she nodded
profusely, feasting her mouth on his, and her hands on the rippled muscles of
his shoulders and upper back.
He pushed her legs further apart and slowly slid into her
with smooth, relentless mastery, for he stroked all the right places with just
the right degree of pressure, as he penetrated her to the hilt.
He withdrew with equal thoroughness, while his hot tongue
swirled around hers.
Intensely aroused—barely able to comprehend that she
was not floating in the haze of an erotic fantasy—Charlotte cried out
with each deep, glorious invasion.
Soon, his slow stokes began to grind harder and faster,
and all her muscles turned to jelly. He was hot and heavy above her; his skin
was slick with sweat. He grunted like a savage and crushed her mouth with a
plunging kiss that stirred her senses into a firestorm of sexual response.
Her climax came quickly, with a sudden intensity she
hadn’t experienced before. Perhaps it was the sheer thrill
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