25 Aug 2016
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Well, sweeting, getting us off alone was a very inspired idea. He touched one of her fallen ringlets.
I am bored to distraction with everyday life
As he slowly wrapped the curl around two fingers, he brushed her collarbone. Sparks tingled down her spine, so intense that she shivered and her nipples beaded, pressing against her bra. By some instinct she hadn’t even known she possessed, she arched her back, presenting herself for his assessment.
Well, no matter. There was nothing to fear. She would allow only as much contact as need be to get to know him a little. Since being torn from her lonely yet secure life in a small twon and thrust into society, she’d spent her time allowing people only as near as was comfortable. She was an expert at emotional evasion.
It should be easy to regain her control.
An intimate smile, one that invited her to play, tugged at his mouth.
In a situation like this, alone with a gentleman, it’s perfectly normal for a lady to feel some apprehension.His hushed voice, barely audible above the noise of contractors , accentuated their isolation. He brushed his fingertips over her cheek and his gaze became so piercing that she had to lower her eyes.
She will invariably ask herself if he will try to kiss her.
She jerked her eyes back to his face. God, he couldn’t mean to—Not yet, surely… Peculiar, heated chills swept over her. She tried to take a step back, but found her ass flush against the the wall.
He leaned closer so close his breath tickled her face.
Dear God. Her breath began to come very fast and short. Her throat went tight with a suppressed moan.
Excitement rushed through her, sending tingles to every point of her body, even her toes.But no, he wouldn’t. Not yet.
He kept leaning closer. He didn’t close his eyes. Instead, he seemed to focus all the harder upon her.Heart pounding and unable to move away, she braced herself for his assault.His lips brushed hers, barely. A gossamer caress.He lifted his head.It was done.
And it hadn’t even begun.
He traced his thumb along her lower lip, slowly, deliberately, as he studied her with eyes that now glittered with something powerful and predatory. Heat pooled in her pelvis, low and spreading even lower.
She went weak all over, as if she’d lain in a sunny window seat for too long. Her knees almost buckled. She forced them to lock. To be strong.It should not have affected her so profoundly. It had just been a peck—not a true kiss at all. He traced her jaw line with his fingertips. Unthinkingly, she leaned in to his touch.With a soft and sturdy voice he said "i am going to kiss you again"Then he touched his mouth to hers, more firmly this time. Delicious, steady pressure. Her lips trembled and she clutched his arms. He lifted his head. At the loss, a throaty, pleading moan sounded in her ears. Had it really come from her?The sound startled her and, for a moment, it was as if she was staring down at the two of them. She didn’t recognise herself, but she couldn’t stop kissing him back. Couldn’t stop rubbing her breasts against him.Who was this man? His breathing changed, growing heavier. He cupped her face with his hands, angling her head. She went even more boneless and allowed him to move her as suited his wont.No man had ever handled her like this.He studied her and tightened his grasp, pulling more harshly this time. A violent shaft of desire stabbed her, wombdeep.He laid his other hand along her collarbone in what could only be called a blatant, sexually possessive manner. The skin crinkled around his eyes. He was smiling, ever so slightly. Something had just happened. She didn’t understand what it was. If only she could think, she would be able to reason it out. However, liquid warmth pooled in her lower pelvis and flowed out between her legs in a gush that came so suddenly she gasped. Her sex throbbed as if it were a beating heart.
Its long, thick, tubular weight was more substantially amazing
He brushed his fingers against her back. Tugging, pulling.Undoing her bra
She froze and placed her hands on his chest. “Don’t.”
He took hold of her wrists, easily circling them with the forefinger and thumb of each hand. “Let the go
I want you to remove the rest of your clothes and then I want you to lie on the bed and display yourself to me. He said in a sturdy voice
She barely knew him. Yet there was that innate sense that she could trust him. That she could give in to his whims and it would be safe. A secret shared between them. Temptation tingled through her,
increasing with every beat of her heart.She had never been reckless in her life. A trembling began in her legs.
She’d never allow herself the luxury of surrendering to this. For this was pure emotion and it would be giving him too much of herself. She wanted to run. She should run. But his large, strong body still stood between her and the exit. Would he really attempt to stop her if she tried to flee? Her heart pounded at the thought. Because she knew that if he put his hands on her and stopped her, especially if he did it as forcefully and firmly as he’d behaved thus far, she’d melt for him. Giving in to her fair she pushed him away and attempted to turn around... His hands sliding over her silky smooth thighs pulling her in closer unclipping her pants..she grabs hold of his hands...
“You’d better leave now.” She pushed the words past her shaking lips.....