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Authors: J. A. Hornbuckle
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swirl and flick. The wet fabric, being pushed and pulled by his lips created a delicious friction, prompting a full body shiver.
He paused and raised his head gazing at my hard nipples now fully visible beneath the wet, transparent fabric.
His lips again lowered to mine and his hand moved to my thighs, bunching up the fabric of my skirt. My skin was so sensitized that just the glide of the fabric as it was moved upward, the light trail of his fingers, and even the very air seemed to caress my skin. His fingers changed direction, moving from the outside of my thigh to the inside, stroking upward stopping just millimeters from where I wanted his fingers to be.
He pulled his head up. "Your skirt is very tight, Pyari ."
I didn't know if that was a request or not but I was releasing the side zipper of my skirt before he had even completed his sentence. I lifted my hips and slid my skirt off slowly, as slowly as he had been touching me. I watched his face, his eyes as they followed the descent of the fabric.
His hand wrapped around my knee and stroked upward. His eyes followed the movement of his hand. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the tingle of my skin that was left in the wake of his touch. My breasts were heaving with my labored breathing and my heartbeat was a deep throb within me.
"Please…" I moaned without thought, raising my hips and opening my legs. Offering myself to him.
Ram's eyes came back to me, hot with desire.
His fingers finally, finally made it to the juncture of my thighs and his touch was light, butterfly light, teasing as it moved over the silk of my wet panties.
I heard my own deep, sultry moan as I tried to push up against his hand.
"Ram, please…" I begged dragging my eyes back to his, my hand fisting the back of his shirt.
I watched as his eyes moved down, over my breasts, my belly to his hand that was lightly resting on my inner thigh.
"I want you naked, Marianne," he said softly, his eyes still roaming over me.
I reached behind and unhooked my bra before sliding it down my arms. I hooked my thumbs in my panties and peeled them down my legs.
I wanted him so much, I was shaking.
This time I heard him moan.
"Beautiful…" He murmured before dropping a soft kiss on my lips as his fingers begin moving upward along my trembling thighs.
God, yes!
He pulled away again to watch his fingers as they firmly stroked my cleft, easing my folds open until he reached my most sensitive spot, swollen and aching. His fingers, bathed in the wetness he had created, ruthlessly swirled, pressing in.
My hips had a mind of their own and thrust upward to the rhythm of his stroking fingers. He eased two fingers inside me as his thumb slipped and slid over my clit.
I could hear myself gasping and I was quivering just on the edge of orgasm.
His fingers picked up the pace and I exploded, arching upwards.
His name was ripped from deep inside me as I came on his hand.
My pleasure seemed to go on and on, aided by his now slowly moving fingers.
When I had calmed, Ram leaned over me again, pressing his cheek to mine as he whispered, "Absolutely beautiful, Mera Pyari ."
I held him to me, my body still coming back together, coming back to myself.
And one of the first things I realized when I was again able to think, was that I was completely naked.
But Ram was still completely dressed.
I turned and propped up on an elbow, mirroring his movements with me.
I reached for the buttons of his shirt and popped them open one by one as I kissed him deeply, pushing his body until he was flat on the mattress.
When his shirt was fully undone, I repeated his move and pulled the edges of his shirt apart, exposing his firm chest. I disengaged my mouth running my hand firmly over his muscled torso, scraping my nails over his flat nipples.
Moving further down his body, watching his abs flinch and tighten in response to my touch.
I leaned against him, my unbound breasts pressed
He paused and raised his head gazing at my hard nipples now fully visible beneath the wet, transparent fabric.
His lips again lowered to mine and his hand moved to my thighs, bunching up the fabric of my skirt. My skin was so sensitized that just the glide of the fabric as it was moved upward, the light trail of his fingers, and even the very air seemed to caress my skin. His fingers changed direction, moving from the outside of my thigh to the inside, stroking upward stopping just millimeters from where I wanted his fingers to be.
He pulled his head up. "Your skirt is very tight, Pyari ."
I didn't know if that was a request or not but I was releasing the side zipper of my skirt before he had even completed his sentence. I lifted my hips and slid my skirt off slowly, as slowly as he had been touching me. I watched his face, his eyes as they followed the descent of the fabric.
His hand wrapped around my knee and stroked upward. His eyes followed the movement of his hand. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the tingle of my skin that was left in the wake of his touch. My breasts were heaving with my labored breathing and my heartbeat was a deep throb within me.
"Please…" I moaned without thought, raising my hips and opening my legs. Offering myself to him.
Ram's eyes came back to me, hot with desire.
His fingers finally, finally made it to the juncture of my thighs and his touch was light, butterfly light, teasing as it moved over the silk of my wet panties.
I heard my own deep, sultry moan as I tried to push up against his hand.
"Ram, please…" I begged dragging my eyes back to his, my hand fisting the back of his shirt.
I watched as his eyes moved down, over my breasts, my belly to his hand that was lightly resting on my inner thigh.
"I want you naked, Marianne," he said softly, his eyes still roaming over me.
I reached behind and unhooked my bra before sliding it down my arms. I hooked my thumbs in my panties and peeled them down my legs.
I wanted him so much, I was shaking.
This time I heard him moan.
"Beautiful…" He murmured before dropping a soft kiss on my lips as his fingers begin moving upward along my trembling thighs.
God, yes!
He pulled away again to watch his fingers as they firmly stroked my cleft, easing my folds open until he reached my most sensitive spot, swollen and aching. His fingers, bathed in the wetness he had created, ruthlessly swirled, pressing in.
My hips had a mind of their own and thrust upward to the rhythm of his stroking fingers. He eased two fingers inside me as his thumb slipped and slid over my clit.
I could hear myself gasping and I was quivering just on the edge of orgasm.
His fingers picked up the pace and I exploded, arching upwards.
His name was ripped from deep inside me as I came on his hand.
My pleasure seemed to go on and on, aided by his now slowly moving fingers.
When I had calmed, Ram leaned over me again, pressing his cheek to mine as he whispered, "Absolutely beautiful, Mera Pyari ."
I held him to me, my body still coming back together, coming back to myself.
And one of the first things I realized when I was again able to think, was that I was completely naked.
But Ram was still completely dressed.
I turned and propped up on an elbow, mirroring his movements with me.
I reached for the buttons of his shirt and popped them open one by one as I kissed him deeply, pushing his body until he was flat on the mattress.
When his shirt was fully undone, I repeated his move and pulled the edges of his shirt apart, exposing his firm chest. I disengaged my mouth running my hand firmly over his muscled torso, scraping my nails over his flat nipples.
Moving further down his body, watching his abs flinch and tighten in response to my touch.
I leaned against him, my unbound breasts pressed
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