Cyborgs 5 Seth Eve Langlais

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vacation.
As it was, their room exceeded the glamour of anything she could have ever afforded.
Entering the sumptuous suite, she couldn t help but run her hand along the silky fabric of the
comforter, the richness of the cloth unlike anything she d ever touched.
Did you have a pleasant evening, dearest? Seth asked.
Turning to face him, she caught him pulling off his black tie. He tossed it onto a gilded chair.
Off came his jacket, also to land in a heap on the fancy seat. His fingers went to the buttons on his
crisp white shirt. One loop. Two. She swallowed. A few times. Is it me, or is it hot in here?
Off came the shirt, revealing Seth s smooth, muscled chest, a chest she d seen hundreds of
times before during training and sparring. Heck, she d punched and kicked those abs many a time.
What made it different now was that they weren t trying to outdo each other. For the first time, they
were alone if one discounted any possible cameras watching. It made all the difference because
now she saw his body as a playground for fantasy and play. And, boy, did she want to play.
He kicked off his shoes and padded over to her, his socked feet sinking into the plush rug. She
stood there, frozen and uncertain what she should do.
A chuckle rumbled from him. Tired, darling? He stopped before her and, with a finger,
tilted her chin up so her eyes could meet his. And yet, the night has just begun.
His hands, capable of such strength and violence, gently slid the straps of her gown off her
shoulders, baring them. He leaned his head and kissed the exposed skin, the soft brush of his breath,
the bristly shadow covering his jaw, abrading her skin. She shivered.
Shouldn t we rest to be in fine form for tomorrow s activities? Anyone watching would
assume she meant the planned excursion to watch a polo match. In reality, she referred to their
mission.
Seth brushed her concern aside. Our presence isn t required until after lunch. Plenty of time
to recover.
Any thought of protesting died with his kiss. Gently, he pressed his mouth to hers, softly, and
yet the urgency and fire coursing through her was anything but tame. Wild. Desperate. Needful.
The kiss went from a gentle exploration to fierce assault, probably because her hands clutched
at him, the nails digging into his skin as she sought to draw him closer to her, to feel the hardness of
his body blending with hers.
Her dress ended up in a rumpled heap around her ankles, leaving her clad in only a strapless
bra and panties. Neither of the flimsy lace accoutrements lasted more than a moment at his hands.
Scraps went flying, and then she felt herself falling back until she hit the silky comforter with a small
bounce.
Seth shed his pants before joining her, his heavier body covering hers, the hot, hard length of
his cock, trapped between them. Their mouths met in a clash of teeth and tongue as they hungrily
devoured each other. There was no holding back now. No one, nothing to stop them.
The weeks and months of sensual teasing, the inability to do more than simple petting caught
up, and they both reacted savagely, passionately in the quest to finally consummate the lust they d
denied for so long. She threaded her fingers in his short blond hair while her tongue curled and
stroked along his.
The tip of his cock nudged at the apex of her legs, begging for entrance, but she wasn t quite
done with him yet. He wasn t the only one who d dreamed of this moment. Who d fantasized.
Lie on your back, she said between panting breaths and sensual tugs at his lips.
She didn t have to ask twice. In between one heartbeat and the next, she straddled him, and oh
how she reveled in the position of dominance. To be the one in control. Over him. Over the moment.
Down she slid the length of his body, ignoring his gasped, What are you doing?
As if she d tell him. Let him guess. Let him anticipate. Her hands skimmed his thighs,
fingertips dancing on his skin as she went after her prize. Scooping him, she cupped his heavy sac and
kneaded it, a sly smile curving his lips as his head went back and his eyes closed.
The perfect image of a man enjoying a moment of bliss. But she was planning more than just a
massage of his balls. Forward she leaned, the ends of her hair brushing his skin as her mouth latched [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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