His current mission takes him to Venice where he meets beautiful, proud and sensual Elisabetta di Pietroso. The city seemed all around them, but when he pulled in through an ornate gate, it seemed to disappear. Inside the gate a small wooden house sat on stilts in a garden.
Night was falling as they went up narrow stairs to a balcony that overlooked the garden. From there the lights of the city rose above the wall. He stood behind her as she took it in. His hand caressed her waist, then began stroking her hips and her arse, leaving a warm glow in its wake. She smiled, feeling the hard proof of his statement in the form of his rigid cock against her arse. His fingers undid the buttons of her blouse and unhooked her bra. His strong hands grabbed her bare breasts and squeezed them.
His breath was hot on her neck and his lips tugged gently at the gold hoops in her ears then he began to kiss his way down her neck to her collarbone. His tongue flicked in her ear and then he was turning her to face him. It began growing dark and shadows flickered across his face as he pulled her blouse down her shoulders and then bent over to suck an erect nipple.
I inched my way to the door, flashlight gripped in my right hand, left hand poised on the doorknob. Mustering all the courage that I had at my disposal, I peeked through the crack again. On the count of three: One, two The woman gasped, as one might expect, one part pain, the other part relief. The moan that followed, heavy and ripe He had flipped her over onto her belly to straddle her back.
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He brushed his lips over her ear and whispered something. The handprint on her ass cheek glowed, and her lips curled into a sly smile. Holy hell. I realized I was straining so hard to hear what he said that I was on the verge of toppling out of the closet. Understanding finally dawned, chasing away the flawed reality of a moment ago. With it went the adrenaline that was keeping me upright. My knees went wobbly, forcing me to sit. I slowly let out the breath I had been holding, and released the death grip I had on the flashlight.
Relief washed over me.
Confrontation was something I tried to avoid in my line of work. I made a mental note to avoid burgling during the lunch hour in the future. Buy The Devil's Playground Now! Kay Jaybee should really be sitting in a dusty university library, translating Medieval Latin criminal records and writing research documents that hardly anyone will ever want to read! However, one day back in , an idea came to her for a story that was so saucy she had no option but to write it down!
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Removing her shirt at top speed, John freed her breasts from their confinement. Rescuing her from her embarrassment with a smile, John mumbled something about it always being difficult to open and undid it himself. Jenny barely heard him as a neat pair of charcoal grey boxers appeared, swiftly followed by— Oh My God —the most beautiful dick she had seen in years — perhaps ever.
Since her first experience as a college student, she had liked neither the taste of cock nor the sensation of being gagged. She felt his fingers drag urgently through her knotty brown hair, raking her scalp as she greedily worked him around her mouth. The instant she let go of his shaft, John tugged her back to her feet and grasped her butt, kneading it in a way that would give her bruises for days to come, while kissing her as if his life depended on it.
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Her head buzzed, her nipples were tickled by his chest hairs, and Jenny began to feel as if she were overdosing on desire. She badly wanted to slow everything down, but at the same time, she needed to go faster. Seeing she was about to collapse to the floor, John eased out of her body and flipped her onto her back before plunging his dick inside her again.
She clung onto his tattooed arms ignoring her lifelong aversion to body art , relishing the glorious warmth of her orgasm as he shot his spunk into her naked body. As their breathing levels returned to normal, John knelt close to Jenny, teasing out the springy curls of her hair as he spoke. Stunned and disheveled, Jenny stared at the space around her as delayed shock kicked in. How the hell had that happened? It had been years since Jenny had had sex: twelve years, in fact, if you discounted one brief and unsatisfactory encounter three years ago. That was four thousand, three hundred and eighty days of a self-imposed embargo after one-too-many broken hearts.
She had survived by surrounding herself with friends, reading hundreds of erotica books, and giving in to countless masturbation sessions. Standing perfectly motionless, very aware of her pulse pounding against her chest in the eerie quiet, Jenny tried to figure out what on earth had just happened. How their usual coffee break, with each of them sitting on either side of her dining table, had developed into a semi-naked romp on the sofa.
It had burnt into her like some sort of erotic radiation. How did I not see that coming? How bloody naive have I become? Jenny wondered. Too long… Hell, now I want another one, and soon. Running upstairs to her bedroom, Jenny stripped off her hastily donned clothes and stared critically into the full-length mirror. Do I look different? No, my arms are still a touch too flabby, my backside a little too big, and my skin too pale.
She felt different, though. As Jenny stared at her reflection, she allowed her hands to trace the outline of her body, a body already infused with the heady aftershocks of being totally seen to. Flashbacks of her past assailed her. She wondered just how many customers John had seduced with those dangerous eyes. How many other sets of fingertips had tripped lightly over the Japanese-styled characters tattooed on his muscular arms? Heading to the shower, her wits were a tattered mass of contradictions: the elation she felt from the astounding sex was at odds with the very clear proclamation that was niggling at the back of her head.
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