The Vestal Virgin Room by C.W. Smith

Author:C.W. Smith [Smith, C.W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780989632911
Publisher: BookBaby
Published: 2013-12-15T00:00:00+00:00

15

Don lounges nude between pink satin sheets, and when I come in from the bathroom in my turquoise nightie he smiles and cocks back a triangle of the red velvet comforter. I slide into the warm cocoon his body heat has made.

"Don, I really love you."

"I love you, too."

The cold tip of his nose burns in the hollow under my jaw; his hard limbs cross over my thighs, my breasts, then his mouth nibbles at my neck. I cup one of his shoulders in a palm, crook my elbow behind his neck. His mouth paints my neck, my collarbone, then brushes lightly over my skin until his tongue makes a warm light stroke on my nipple and I feel the current run down my spine to tingle between my legs. While he gently sucks and dabs his tongue at my nipple, my hand slides along the knobs of his spine and I fondle the curves of his tight buns. Then I grab him. roll under, wrestle him between my spread legs to bring his belly against my mound, the slick cool nightgown like a film of oil between our flesh.

He raises up to look at me.

“I’d rather be here than down there."

"Me too," I say. Truth is, I'd rather be anywhere but there. The blood hammering in my pulse, the thud like booted footsteps in my rib cage, they're not passion, but I'm hoping he can make them so.

He lays his cheek on my stomach and tugs down my shoulder straps. Then I feel his palms cover my breasts and his index fingers lightly touch my rigid nipples. I feel more calm now. I breathe deeply to slow my pulse and to relax. His hands feel nice on my breasts; they can paralyze me when he strokes this way, in no hurry. My fingers toy with the tendrils of doghair on his neck, my mouth wanting his now. I pull him up so that we can kiss, and we share probing tongues, my fingers tickling his ears as his palms glide over my breasts. He slides a thigh between my legs and I grind against it, locking my ankles together. His arms go around me, hugging me close, his hands cup my ass, draw me up his thigh, and he rocks me on it, slowly, until his leg feels slick. The springy shaft of his cock nudges against my belly.

"Uuum," I say. "This is the best I've felt all day." A pleasant, oddly restless tranquility settles into my limbs. Under the covers and skin-to-skin with Don, I feel truly warm for the first time since getting out of bed this morning. Riding his thigh arouses me. His tongue flicks lightly in my ear, his hands clutch my hips and rock me, making me itch for something substantial to poke its hot wet way right up my center. I'm in that warm bath, at last. The gig's an hour and a year away; I'm getting lost in the sensations of his hands and his breath and his fingers and tongue, his belly on mine.

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