Lisa Miscione by Twice

Lisa Miscione by Twice

Author:Twice [Twice]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-03-28T13:37:28+00:00


He pressed his mouth to hers, wanting to be gentle but overwhelmed by a sudden hunger for her, which he felt returned in her kiss. She knelt before him on the bed now. He touched the slope of her shoulder and the curve of her bare breast. He touched the line of her jaw. She moved in closer, running her hand down his chest, over his tight abs, then stroking him as he grew hard in her hand. Then she leaned in to take him into her mouth. He lay back, her tongue, the wet walls of her mouth sending a shock of pleasure through him.

She slithered up his body and he felt every inch of her slide along every inch of him in a current of taut and silky flesh. Then she straddled him and took him inside of her with a moan. He placed his hands on the fullness of her hips and held her as she rocked, her movements slow, sensual.

He felt weak with pleasure, as the rhythm of their bodies became more intense.

She threw her head back slightly as he pulled her closer, took her breast in his mouth and teased her nipple with his tongue. Her breath came in soft low moans. He knew her body so well, he could feel her coming to climax, every nerve ending in his body alive with the heat of wanting her.

Then he came deep and hard inside of her.

“Lydia,” he whispered, her name sounding like a prayer as she came for him, pulling him deeper inside of her.

She lay beside him, back to his front, her body curved into his, his arm draped over her. He breathed in the lavender scent of her hair.

“I need you to promise to take better care from now on,”

he whispered.

“I promise,” she answered, trying to push away the memory of her dream and be in the present, feeling the warmth of him beside her.

He moved the hair off her face and touched the bruise there, then kissed it lightly.

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She closed her eyes for a second, and when she opened them again, his breathing had sunk into the rhythm of sleep.

She turned so that she could look at him. She observed every detail of his face, loving the tiny lines around his eyes, the fullness of his mouth, the small star-shaped scar on his right cheekbone. She watched him like this for she didn’t know how long until sleep came for her as well.

To her obvious disappointment, Ford had dropped Irma off at her Central Park West apartment building. He was flattered by Irma’s subtle advances and not a little attracted to her, but he was and maybe always would be in his heart still married to Rose. Still, Irma had awoken a terrible restlessness in him and he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling fan as it turned lazily above him. He thought of Rose, wondering where she was, how he might reach her, what he would say if he had her on the line.



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