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Authors: Cristiane Serruya
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as another orgasm built inside her.
Alistair threw his head back as he came, the muscles of his neck straining as his hips jerked against her, his long black hair flying around his shoulders. “Mine, Sophia. You’re. Mine,” he hissed between clenched teeth as a powerful orgasm shook his big body. “My love.”
“Yours,” she whispered. The feel of Alistair coming inside of her for the first time and the image of his rugged face in release were the sexiest things Sophia had ever experienced.
“Alistair.” As a broken gasp escaped her lips, her arms dragged him back to her, as her lips on his neck kissed him and her fingers caressed his nape, just the way he liked when he was younger.
The way he liked things before Heather.
Alistair watched her hungrily as he plunged his semi-hard arousal a little further inside her.
He muttered after a few minutes, “I want more.”
She smiled at him, lazily and sated. “Upstairs.”
He pulled out and got dressed in his briefs and jeans, flinging his shirt to her and collecting the rest of her clothes that were scattered in the pantry.
He helped her put on his shirt and picked her up in his arms. He squeezed her, apologizing softly, “I was a jerk earlier today at John’s.”
“Yeah, you were,” she murmured.
“Can you forgive me?”
“You are already forgiven, oh, Marquis of Distrustful-land,” she said lethargically, running her fingers through his long hair.
“Hmm,” Alistair murmured. “Aye, I behaved like a distrustful caveman. I’m sorry, I’ll try to work on it.” He sighed and buried his head in the hollow of her neck for a second, inhaling her smell deep.
“Sleep with me tonight,” she asked.
He studied her face, as he climbed the stairs, marveling at how the feeling of having her sated in his arms made his heart beat joyfully, “Do you know what you’re doing to me, Sophia?”
She smiled at him, lazily, as he strolled to her bedroom, “Mmm, no. What?”
“You are turning me inside out.”
“No,” she breathed on his neck, causing goosebumps to rise, “you are. Turning me inside out. You.”
Tuesday, March 16
th
, 2010.
6.15 a.m.
Alistair braced himself on one elbow and leaned to kiss awake the woman beside him, her creamy velvet skin warm against his lips, her ink-black hair, silk on his fingers.
Her golden eyes were yet hazy with sleep when they fluttered open. She stretched in his arms, “Is it time to wake up already?”
“Aye, slugabed.”
“Slugabed? How dare you.” Fingers threading through his hair, she claimed a deeper kiss that reminded him he was wrapped around her finger. “Good morning, Handsome.”
“Morning, Beauty.” He could never tire of looking at her. “Do you have any idea of the erotic dreams I had just because I slept with you?” He pressed his hard length on her buttocks, “Do you know what inhaling your scent does to me?”
She was suddenly too hot, her skin on fire. “Mmm...”
His thumb traced her lower lip and he pressed at the center of her mouth, his emerald eyes glowing. “I want you, Sophia. I want to bury myself inside you until we’re both too exhausted to move, think or feel.”
He’d already tugged down the sheet to reveal her breasts, and was caressing her with teasing strokes.
Sophia’s response was a husky laugh that filled his heart. She turned in his arms. “What are you waiting for? Do wicked things to me.”
Alistair was enthralled by the stunning and happy woman under him. She threatened his control like no other woman ever had. He wanted to take her, hard; he wanted to slowly savor every inch of her. He didn’t know what he wanted anymore. He only knew that he felt like the luckiest man on earth.
“You’re the most enticing woman I’ve ever known,” he whispered in her ear as he flung the sheets far, adoring her with his eyes and the tips of his fingers. “You’re...” He shook his head. “I have no words, Sophia. You’re unique.”
She smiled at
Alistair threw his head back as he came, the muscles of his neck straining as his hips jerked against her, his long black hair flying around his shoulders. “Mine, Sophia. You’re. Mine,” he hissed between clenched teeth as a powerful orgasm shook his big body. “My love.”
“Yours,” she whispered. The feel of Alistair coming inside of her for the first time and the image of his rugged face in release were the sexiest things Sophia had ever experienced.
“Alistair.” As a broken gasp escaped her lips, her arms dragged him back to her, as her lips on his neck kissed him and her fingers caressed his nape, just the way he liked when he was younger.
The way he liked things before Heather.
Alistair watched her hungrily as he plunged his semi-hard arousal a little further inside her.
He muttered after a few minutes, “I want more.”
She smiled at him, lazily and sated. “Upstairs.”
He pulled out and got dressed in his briefs and jeans, flinging his shirt to her and collecting the rest of her clothes that were scattered in the pantry.
He helped her put on his shirt and picked her up in his arms. He squeezed her, apologizing softly, “I was a jerk earlier today at John’s.”
“Yeah, you were,” she murmured.
“Can you forgive me?”
“You are already forgiven, oh, Marquis of Distrustful-land,” she said lethargically, running her fingers through his long hair.
“Hmm,” Alistair murmured. “Aye, I behaved like a distrustful caveman. I’m sorry, I’ll try to work on it.” He sighed and buried his head in the hollow of her neck for a second, inhaling her smell deep.
“Sleep with me tonight,” she asked.
He studied her face, as he climbed the stairs, marveling at how the feeling of having her sated in his arms made his heart beat joyfully, “Do you know what you’re doing to me, Sophia?”
She smiled at him, lazily, as he strolled to her bedroom, “Mmm, no. What?”
“You are turning me inside out.”
“No,” she breathed on his neck, causing goosebumps to rise, “you are. Turning me inside out. You.”
Tuesday, March 16
th
, 2010.
6.15 a.m.
Alistair braced himself on one elbow and leaned to kiss awake the woman beside him, her creamy velvet skin warm against his lips, her ink-black hair, silk on his fingers.
Her golden eyes were yet hazy with sleep when they fluttered open. She stretched in his arms, “Is it time to wake up already?”
“Aye, slugabed.”
“Slugabed? How dare you.” Fingers threading through his hair, she claimed a deeper kiss that reminded him he was wrapped around her finger. “Good morning, Handsome.”
“Morning, Beauty.” He could never tire of looking at her. “Do you have any idea of the erotic dreams I had just because I slept with you?” He pressed his hard length on her buttocks, “Do you know what inhaling your scent does to me?”
She was suddenly too hot, her skin on fire. “Mmm...”
His thumb traced her lower lip and he pressed at the center of her mouth, his emerald eyes glowing. “I want you, Sophia. I want to bury myself inside you until we’re both too exhausted to move, think or feel.”
He’d already tugged down the sheet to reveal her breasts, and was caressing her with teasing strokes.
Sophia’s response was a husky laugh that filled his heart. She turned in his arms. “What are you waiting for? Do wicked things to me.”
Alistair was enthralled by the stunning and happy woman under him. She threatened his control like no other woman ever had. He wanted to take her, hard; he wanted to slowly savor every inch of her. He didn’t know what he wanted anymore. He only knew that he felt like the luckiest man on earth.
“You’re the most enticing woman I’ve ever known,” he whispered in her ear as he flung the sheets far, adoring her with his eyes and the tips of his fingers. “You’re...” He shook his head. “I have no words, Sophia. You’re unique.”
She smiled at
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