smell of a woman always roused him; he loved
the fresh sweetness. He was wild with desire yet restrained himself, for she
was trembling beneath his touch. After removing her voluminous petticoats,
pulling off her dainty kid slippers, garters, and silk stockings, he opened the
tapes of her lace-trimmed drawers. Slipping them down her slender hips and
well-shaped legs, he pulled them free and tossed them aside. A flood of crimson
swept over Alisa's face as she lay gleaming white before him while his
devouring gaze ranged the length of her splendid, opulent beauty.
Nikki bent and kissed her
softly, opening her mouth under the pressure of his lips. Then he gently
stroked and caressed her, his fingers sliding over her bare thighs toward the
very source of pleasure, and with gentle fingers he gained the opening and
toyed delightfully with her until she quivered and shuddered beneath his touch.
He could feel her quickening under his titillation. Her flesh was delicious to
the touch, smooth and soft and warm. Alisa drew a long breath and opened her
eyes. Seeing that she didn't intend to resist him, Nikki kissed her more
demandingly. And she turned her face fully toward him and of her own accord
returned his kiss, opened her soft lips to the pressure of his probing tongue
and fierce burning kisses.
She sighed a delicious
small sound of surrender and he smiled against her mouth, gratified.
Quickly stripping off his
clothes, he lay beside her, gathering her warm body in his arms. A shiver ran
through Alisa at the contact with his naked skin. Her hands moved down his
shoulders, closed around his back, as though she would press herself into him
forever.
The tender caresses, his
long, lean, manipulating fingers, the lingering kisses, the sweet murmured
endearments, had all served their purpose. Nikki gently lifted her legs,
without resistance mounted her, and with a few merciless thrusts buried himself
inside her incredible warmth. Alisa cried out softly. He was momentarily
shocked as he penetrated her, for although obviously aroused, she was tight as
a virgin. She would take some patient, gentle stretching for the vigorous
lovemaking he was used to, he reflected. Could all the ribald jests and rumors
be true? Was her husband, indeed, too old?
"I'm sorry,"
Nikki whispered into her tangled hair. "Did I hurt you?" Her eyelids
fluttering, her lips parted in breathless desire, Alisa murmured,
"No" as she clung to him, her arms laced around his powerful body,
her legs twined around his.
Enveloped in her warm,
throbbing flesh, he carefully, gently, explored its luscious interior as she
stirred restlessly beneath him, the pressure of her hands holding him fiercely
tight. With a slow, delicate rhythm he moved in her, adeptly controlling his
passion, slowing his exertions to savor the tide of pleasure, intent on further
rousing Alisa's senses, deliberately compelling her to need him, compelling her
to respond to the exquisite sensual pleasure he was intensifying with each
deep, plunging stroke. He was in no hurry now, wisely delaying the climax,
enjoying each wave of delight, penetrating and withdrawing with tantalizing
slowness.
Soon the last vestiges of
Alisa's guilt and fear were swept away before the fury of the untrammeled
passion Nikki had adroitly provoked in her newly awakened body, and with a
deep, drawn sigh, she lifted her hips to draw him in more deeply.
Nikki continued his slow
rhythm, caressing her tenderly, listening to the murmurs wrung from her parted
lips by the strange rapture she was experiencing for the first time and which
she accepted with a growing passion by arching instinctively to meet each
forceful stroke.
"Come, sweet princess,
come with me," he murmured softly, touching her neck gently with his warm
lips, spoke to her in heated love-words, play-words, words that roused her
further.
Nikki had discovered while
still a mere youth that whispered phrases, passionate sentiments of affection,
a few lustful words, can
the fresh sweetness. He was wild with desire yet restrained himself, for she
was trembling beneath his touch. After removing her voluminous petticoats,
pulling off her dainty kid slippers, garters, and silk stockings, he opened the
tapes of her lace-trimmed drawers. Slipping them down her slender hips and
well-shaped legs, he pulled them free and tossed them aside. A flood of crimson
swept over Alisa's face as she lay gleaming white before him while his
devouring gaze ranged the length of her splendid, opulent beauty.
Nikki bent and kissed her
softly, opening her mouth under the pressure of his lips. Then he gently
stroked and caressed her, his fingers sliding over her bare thighs toward the
very source of pleasure, and with gentle fingers he gained the opening and
toyed delightfully with her until she quivered and shuddered beneath his touch.
He could feel her quickening under his titillation. Her flesh was delicious to
the touch, smooth and soft and warm. Alisa drew a long breath and opened her
eyes. Seeing that she didn't intend to resist him, Nikki kissed her more
demandingly. And she turned her face fully toward him and of her own accord
returned his kiss, opened her soft lips to the pressure of his probing tongue
and fierce burning kisses.
She sighed a delicious
small sound of surrender and he smiled against her mouth, gratified.
Quickly stripping off his
clothes, he lay beside her, gathering her warm body in his arms. A shiver ran
through Alisa at the contact with his naked skin. Her hands moved down his
shoulders, closed around his back, as though she would press herself into him
forever.
The tender caresses, his
long, lean, manipulating fingers, the lingering kisses, the sweet murmured
endearments, had all served their purpose. Nikki gently lifted her legs,
without resistance mounted her, and with a few merciless thrusts buried himself
inside her incredible warmth. Alisa cried out softly. He was momentarily
shocked as he penetrated her, for although obviously aroused, she was tight as
a virgin. She would take some patient, gentle stretching for the vigorous
lovemaking he was used to, he reflected. Could all the ribald jests and rumors
be true? Was her husband, indeed, too old?
"I'm sorry,"
Nikki whispered into her tangled hair. "Did I hurt you?" Her eyelids
fluttering, her lips parted in breathless desire, Alisa murmured,
"No" as she clung to him, her arms laced around his powerful body,
her legs twined around his.
Enveloped in her warm,
throbbing flesh, he carefully, gently, explored its luscious interior as she
stirred restlessly beneath him, the pressure of her hands holding him fiercely
tight. With a slow, delicate rhythm he moved in her, adeptly controlling his
passion, slowing his exertions to savor the tide of pleasure, intent on further
rousing Alisa's senses, deliberately compelling her to need him, compelling her
to respond to the exquisite sensual pleasure he was intensifying with each
deep, plunging stroke. He was in no hurry now, wisely delaying the climax,
enjoying each wave of delight, penetrating and withdrawing with tantalizing
slowness.
Soon the last vestiges of
Alisa's guilt and fear were swept away before the fury of the untrammeled
passion Nikki had adroitly provoked in her newly awakened body, and with a
deep, drawn sigh, she lifted her hips to draw him in more deeply.
Nikki continued his slow
rhythm, caressing her tenderly, listening to the murmurs wrung from her parted
lips by the strange rapture she was experiencing for the first time and which
she accepted with a growing passion by arching instinctively to meet each
forceful stroke.
"Come, sweet princess,
come with me," he murmured softly, touching her neck gently with his warm
lips, spoke to her in heated love-words, play-words, words that roused her
further.
Nikki had discovered while
still a mere youth that whispered phrases, passionate sentiments of affection,
a few lustful words, can
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