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lips. I locked my hands behind his neck, arching my body against him. He made a small sound low in his
throat.
He slid down my body, arms locked behind my back, holding me against him as he left my arms and left
me standing, staring down at him.
He licked my stomach with quick, wet flicks of his tongue. His hands played along my buttocks, teasing.
He licked back and forth where stomach ended and lower things began. His fingers slid between my legs.
I gasped. "What are you doing?"
He rolled his eyes upward, mouth still pressed low on my stomach. He raised his face just enough to
speak. "You may have three guesses, ma petite ," he whispered. He put a hand on each of my thighs and
spread my legs wider. His hand slid over me, exploring me.
My mouth was suddenly dry. I licked my lips and said, "I don't think my legs will hold."
He ran his tongue down my hip. "When the time comes, ma petite , I will hold you." He kissed his way
down my thigh. His finger slid inside of me. My breath fell outward in a sigh.
He kissed the inside of my thighs, running his tongue, his lips along my skin. The feel of his fingers
between my legs tightened my body, and I could feel the beginnings of something large and
overwhelming.
He stood, hand still between my legs. He bent and kissed me, long and slow. The movement of his hand
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matched his mouth. Slow and lingering, teasing along my body. When his fingers plunged inside me, I
cried out, shuddering against him.
He left me standing in the water, alone and shivering, but not from cold. I couldn't even think enough to
ask where'd he gone. He appeared in front of me with a condom in his hand like he'd plucked it from the
air. He traced the foil down my body.
I touched him while he unwrapped it. I held him in my hands and felt the velvet smoothness of him. The
skin was unbelievably soft. He drew himself gently out of my hands with a shaking laugh.
When he was ready, he picked me up, hands on the backs of my thighs. He pressed himself against me
without entering, rubbing himself where his hand had touched. I whispered, "Please." He spread my legs
and eased inside of me. Slowly, so slowly as if he were afraid he'd hurt me, but it didn't hurt.
When he was sheathed inside me, he looked at me. The look on his face was haunting. Emotions flowed
over his face. Tenderness, triumph, need. "I have wanted this for so long, ma petite , so very long." He
eased in and out, slowly, almost tentatively. I watched his face until the play of emotions was too much,
too honest. There was something like pain in his eyes, something that I didn't even come close to
understanding.
The movements of his hips were still slow, careful. It was amazing, but I wanted more. I brought my
mouth up to his and said, "I won't break." I pressed my mouth to his hard enough to feel the press of
fangs.
He went to his knees in the water, pressing me against the side of the tub. His mouth fed at mine, and
there was a small, sharp pain. Sweet copper blood filled my mouth, filled his mouth, and he plunged
inside of me, hard and fast. I watched him in the mirrors. Watched his body coming in and out of mine. I
gathered him in my arms, in my legs. I held him to me, feeling his body plunging inside of mine. Felt his
need.
Someone was making a high moaning sound, and it was me. I wrapped my legs around his waist. The
muscles in my lower abdomen spasmed, tightened.
I pressed my body against Jean-Claude as if I would climb through him, into him. I grabbed a handful of
his long hair and watched his face from inches away. Watched his face while his body pumped into mine.
The emotions were gone. His face was almost slack with need. Blood spilled down the corner of my
mouth, and he licked it away, his body tightening against me.
He slowed the rhythm of his body. I felt the effort strain through his arms and back. He slowed. Every
time he thrust into me, it was like I could feel it into the middle of my chest. As if he'd grown impossibly
large within me. My body spasmed around him, tightened like a hand. He cried out, and his body lost its
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lips. I locked my hands behind his neck, arching my body against him. He made a small sound low in his
throat.
He slid down my body, arms locked behind my back, holding me against him as he left my arms and left
me standing, staring down at him.
He licked my stomach with quick, wet flicks of his tongue. His hands played along my buttocks, teasing.
He licked back and forth where stomach ended and lower things began. His fingers slid between my legs.
I gasped. "What are you doing?"
He rolled his eyes upward, mouth still pressed low on my stomach. He raised his face just enough to
speak. "You may have three guesses, ma petite ," he whispered. He put a hand on each of my thighs and
spread my legs wider. His hand slid over me, exploring me.
My mouth was suddenly dry. I licked my lips and said, "I don't think my legs will hold."
He ran his tongue down my hip. "When the time comes, ma petite , I will hold you." He kissed his way
down my thigh. His finger slid inside of me. My breath fell outward in a sigh.
He kissed the inside of my thighs, running his tongue, his lips along my skin. The feel of his fingers
between my legs tightened my body, and I could feel the beginnings of something large and
overwhelming.
He stood, hand still between my legs. He bent and kissed me, long and slow. The movement of his hand
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matched his mouth. Slow and lingering, teasing along my body. When his fingers plunged inside me, I
cried out, shuddering against him.
He left me standing in the water, alone and shivering, but not from cold. I couldn't even think enough to
ask where'd he gone. He appeared in front of me with a condom in his hand like he'd plucked it from the
air. He traced the foil down my body.
I touched him while he unwrapped it. I held him in my hands and felt the velvet smoothness of him. The
skin was unbelievably soft. He drew himself gently out of my hands with a shaking laugh.
When he was ready, he picked me up, hands on the backs of my thighs. He pressed himself against me
without entering, rubbing himself where his hand had touched. I whispered, "Please." He spread my legs
and eased inside of me. Slowly, so slowly as if he were afraid he'd hurt me, but it didn't hurt.
When he was sheathed inside me, he looked at me. The look on his face was haunting. Emotions flowed
over his face. Tenderness, triumph, need. "I have wanted this for so long, ma petite , so very long." He
eased in and out, slowly, almost tentatively. I watched his face until the play of emotions was too much,
too honest. There was something like pain in his eyes, something that I didn't even come close to
understanding.
The movements of his hips were still slow, careful. It was amazing, but I wanted more. I brought my
mouth up to his and said, "I won't break." I pressed my mouth to his hard enough to feel the press of
fangs.
He went to his knees in the water, pressing me against the side of the tub. His mouth fed at mine, and
there was a small, sharp pain. Sweet copper blood filled my mouth, filled his mouth, and he plunged
inside of me, hard and fast. I watched him in the mirrors. Watched his body coming in and out of mine. I
gathered him in my arms, in my legs. I held him to me, feeling his body plunging inside of mine. Felt his
need.
Someone was making a high moaning sound, and it was me. I wrapped my legs around his waist. The
muscles in my lower abdomen spasmed, tightened.
I pressed my body against Jean-Claude as if I would climb through him, into him. I grabbed a handful of
his long hair and watched his face from inches away. Watched his face while his body pumped into mine.
The emotions were gone. His face was almost slack with need. Blood spilled down the corner of my
mouth, and he licked it away, his body tightening against me.
He slowed the rhythm of his body. I felt the effort strain through his arms and back. He slowed. Every
time he thrust into me, it was like I could feel it into the middle of my chest. As if he'd grown impossibly
large within me. My body spasmed around him, tightened like a hand. He cried out, and his body lost its
rhythm. He plunged inside me faster, harder, as if he would meld our bodies together, weld us into one [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]