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His kiss became fervent. His scorching lips drifted down my throat, and tilting my head, he kissed me upon a
spot that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through my breasts and compelled my hips to undulate. Then my
Raleigh stood up, and unbuttoned his shirt, took it off and threw it to a chair by the wall. How wide and strong
his chest was, all covered with swirls of chestnut hair. His arms were magnificent, as muscular as I had imagined.
He stripped away his other clothes now and my thighs blazed to behold him. So powerful were his legs. And from
below the nest of darker chestnut at his loin was his beautiful cock. Long and thick and erect it was; altogether
splendidly fearsome to my eyes.
He caught my wrists, and sitting me up, pulled me to my feet. With his strong hands he removed my vest, and threw
this on the chair. Next, he unbuttoned my blouse and removed it. His hands wound about my waist and he unbuttoned
my skirt. He knelt and drew it down my legs very slowly. As I stepped out of the fabric, he tossed these things atop the
other items on the chair. He kissed my stomach and with his lips made little circles upon it as he pulled my panties
down, too. Then he lifted my feet one by one to remove my loafers and socks.
He held my hips between his hands. “Pretty from head to toe,” he mused.
I loved the feel of his shoulders just brushing my pelvis. I laid my hands upon them, and the strength that exuded from him
set my skin aflame. And then he kissed the dark blonde pelt over my mons. His tongue darted through the hair and touched
the seam of my pussy. The flesh swelled, and my clit fluttered.
“Ooh,” I cried.
He stood back up and took my right breast and stroked the nipple between forefinger and thumb. It throbbed, and the left ached
for attention. I cried again, and my hands sought his hard cock. It was sculpted warm marble to the touch. The head throbbed
against my caress. His mouth moved to my left breast, which he suckled as he continued to stroke my right nipple. A shameless
moan issued from my moistened lips. I stroked the length of his cock now with both hands. Droplets of moisture exuded onto my
fingertips from the wondrous head.
Suddenly M. Hunt stood straight up. “Lie down, my beautiful one,” he murmured.
From Naughty Elizabeth’s Romantic Surrender, ©2015 by Anya Howard
spot that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through my breasts and compelled my hips to undulate. Then my
Raleigh stood up, and unbuttoned his shirt, took it off and threw it to a chair by the wall. How wide and strong
his chest was, all covered with swirls of chestnut hair. His arms were magnificent, as muscular as I had imagined.
He stripped away his other clothes now and my thighs blazed to behold him. So powerful were his legs. And from
below the nest of darker chestnut at his loin was his beautiful cock. Long and thick and erect it was; altogether
splendidly fearsome to my eyes.
He caught my wrists, and sitting me up, pulled me to my feet. With his strong hands he removed my vest, and threw
this on the chair. Next, he unbuttoned my blouse and removed it. His hands wound about my waist and he unbuttoned
my skirt. He knelt and drew it down my legs very slowly. As I stepped out of the fabric, he tossed these things atop the
other items on the chair. He kissed my stomach and with his lips made little circles upon it as he pulled my panties
down, too. Then he lifted my feet one by one to remove my loafers and socks.
He held my hips between his hands. “Pretty from head to toe,” he mused.
I loved the feel of his shoulders just brushing my pelvis. I laid my hands upon them, and the strength that exuded from him
set my skin aflame. And then he kissed the dark blonde pelt over my mons. His tongue darted through the hair and touched
the seam of my pussy. The flesh swelled, and my clit fluttered.
“Ooh,” I cried.
He stood back up and took my right breast and stroked the nipple between forefinger and thumb. It throbbed, and the left ached
for attention. I cried again, and my hands sought his hard cock. It was sculpted warm marble to the touch. The head throbbed
against my caress. His mouth moved to my left breast, which he suckled as he continued to stroke my right nipple. A shameless
moan issued from my moistened lips. I stroked the length of his cock now with both hands. Droplets of moisture exuded onto my
fingertips from the wondrous head.
Suddenly M. Hunt stood straight up. “Lie down, my beautiful one,” he murmured.
From Naughty Elizabeth’s Romantic Surrender, ©2015 by Anya Howard
