the
bodice. He caressed her bare breasts eagerly. No other woman felt like Stella
Rowallan. She was all woman and she belonged to him.
Stella moaned softly. Why was it that some men knew how to
touch a woman in exactly the right way while others did not have a clue? Kit
Kincaid obviously had a lot of experience with women and it showed and Stella
had to admit experience was an excellent thing.
“You are not going to take of photo of me like this.” Her
words were only a token resistance. She watched as he reached over and pressed
the button. Both alarm and excitement surged through her. He was a stranger,
albeit a sexy one, but should she? Could she? Who did she have to account to
for her actions in life? Only herself and this felt right to her.
“Don’t you find this exciting? Don’t you want a photo to see
how you throw back your head and moan softly when I suck your breasts? I know
how much you like to have your breasts sucked.” Kit sucked down hard on one
taut pink nipple. The photo flash went off.
Stella had been wet with wanting before, but now she was
positively slippery and aching for action. Was it Kit’s words, the suction of
his mouth, the fact she was being the photographed or a combination of all of
them that had her thighs sweating? Whatever it was she grabbed his head and
held him to her. The flash continued to click several more times but Stella no
longer cared. All she cared about was having this man suck her breasts.
“Undo me,” Kit ordered softly as his mouth found hers and he
kissed her hungrily.
Stella decided to agonize later on over all the many reasons
not to have sex in public with only a curtain covering them. Later she would
drink white wine and eat Tim Tams and feel bad and good at the same time. But
right now she just needed this man inside her. She reached for his fly and
freed his cock. It sprang out ready for action. She caressed the tight skin
softly as she kissed him back with a wildness she wasn’t aware she possessed.
Kit pulled out his last condom and placed it into her hand.
He tensed as Stella slowly rolled it over his hot straining flesh, taking her
time and enjoying his impatience.
“Lift up,” Kit ordered as he maneuvered Stella so she was facing
away from him and facing the camera. “Slide on down me, princess. “ His cock
was ready to take her to the hilt.
Stella had never had sex like this before. She backed back
and slowly impaled herself on his cock.
“Oh my God,” Stella hissed out through clenched teeth. Her
first instinct had been to scream with relief but then she remembered where she
was. She arched her breasts forward and ground her ass down onto him. His cock
burned sweetly inside her.
“I want a photo of this.” Kit shoved the money into her
hands.
Stella no longer cared. She was no longer in control. Kit
was, and she was too blinded by her aching need to have him any way she could
to care. She leaned forward, keeping Kit inside her as she slipped the coins
into the machine and pressed the button.
Kit grabbed Stella’s rounded hips and helped her ride him
slowly. The camera flashed but neither cared. All they cared about was the
moment and each other. It was a slow, hot fuck suspended in time and driven on
by mutual need.
Stella panted as Kit’s pace increased. She had never felt so
womanly and sensual in her life. She felt the first spasm of pleasure shoot
through her body. She bit her lips to keep from screaming out loud. Kit turned
her head and kissed her hard, catching the scream in his mouth. She felt like
she was going to explode into a million pieces the pleasure was so intense. She
fell back against Kit and felt his body tense as he came hard within her.
Kit wrapped his arms around her tightly. He did not want the
moment to end.
“Bloody hell, princess, you are fabulous to make love to.”
Stella stiffened in his arms, as Kit’s words broke through
the sexual mist that clouded her mind. “Make love”? Did he actually
bodice. He caressed her bare breasts eagerly. No other woman felt like Stella
Rowallan. She was all woman and she belonged to him.
Stella moaned softly. Why was it that some men knew how to
touch a woman in exactly the right way while others did not have a clue? Kit
Kincaid obviously had a lot of experience with women and it showed and Stella
had to admit experience was an excellent thing.
“You are not going to take of photo of me like this.” Her
words were only a token resistance. She watched as he reached over and pressed
the button. Both alarm and excitement surged through her. He was a stranger,
albeit a sexy one, but should she? Could she? Who did she have to account to
for her actions in life? Only herself and this felt right to her.
“Don’t you find this exciting? Don’t you want a photo to see
how you throw back your head and moan softly when I suck your breasts? I know
how much you like to have your breasts sucked.” Kit sucked down hard on one
taut pink nipple. The photo flash went off.
Stella had been wet with wanting before, but now she was
positively slippery and aching for action. Was it Kit’s words, the suction of
his mouth, the fact she was being the photographed or a combination of all of
them that had her thighs sweating? Whatever it was she grabbed his head and
held him to her. The flash continued to click several more times but Stella no
longer cared. All she cared about was having this man suck her breasts.
“Undo me,” Kit ordered softly as his mouth found hers and he
kissed her hungrily.
Stella decided to agonize later on over all the many reasons
not to have sex in public with only a curtain covering them. Later she would
drink white wine and eat Tim Tams and feel bad and good at the same time. But
right now she just needed this man inside her. She reached for his fly and
freed his cock. It sprang out ready for action. She caressed the tight skin
softly as she kissed him back with a wildness she wasn’t aware she possessed.
Kit pulled out his last condom and placed it into her hand.
He tensed as Stella slowly rolled it over his hot straining flesh, taking her
time and enjoying his impatience.
“Lift up,” Kit ordered as he maneuvered Stella so she was facing
away from him and facing the camera. “Slide on down me, princess. “ His cock
was ready to take her to the hilt.
Stella had never had sex like this before. She backed back
and slowly impaled herself on his cock.
“Oh my God,” Stella hissed out through clenched teeth. Her
first instinct had been to scream with relief but then she remembered where she
was. She arched her breasts forward and ground her ass down onto him. His cock
burned sweetly inside her.
“I want a photo of this.” Kit shoved the money into her
hands.
Stella no longer cared. She was no longer in control. Kit
was, and she was too blinded by her aching need to have him any way she could
to care. She leaned forward, keeping Kit inside her as she slipped the coins
into the machine and pressed the button.
Kit grabbed Stella’s rounded hips and helped her ride him
slowly. The camera flashed but neither cared. All they cared about was the
moment and each other. It was a slow, hot fuck suspended in time and driven on
by mutual need.
Stella panted as Kit’s pace increased. She had never felt so
womanly and sensual in her life. She felt the first spasm of pleasure shoot
through her body. She bit her lips to keep from screaming out loud. Kit turned
her head and kissed her hard, catching the scream in his mouth. She felt like
she was going to explode into a million pieces the pleasure was so intense. She
fell back against Kit and felt his body tense as he came hard within her.
Kit wrapped his arms around her tightly. He did not want the
moment to end.
“Bloody hell, princess, you are fabulous to make love to.”
Stella stiffened in his arms, as Kit’s words broke through
the sexual mist that clouded her mind. “Make love”? Did he actually
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