him. She f elt it. He unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it open, baring her breasts to his gaze. Then finally, finally , he cupped each breast, stroking the nipples with his strong thumbs.
Jenna choked back the cry of pleasure that pushed at her lips and reached out to grip the steel top of the jewellery stand. She was becoming drunk on thoughts.
But Rhys did not spare her. In her mind she saw him open her jeans and push them down her hips enough to expose her pussy. She felt the denim stroke along her flesh and the fanning of cool air against her exposed, heated flesh.
His hand slid between her thighs and cupped her mound. At the same time his mouth captured the tip of her breast and his tongue flicked her nipple.
When his fingers bent to invade her vagina, to push inside with hard, thick insistence, she did moan softly.
Come for me . Let me feel it.
She pushed aside the foggy clouds of pleasure for a moment. You, too , she insisted, forcing herself to coherent, articulated thought, before sinking back into the tossing sea of sensations. Deliberately she pushed at him the heady rush of excitement spilling through her.
The mental images changed, became charged and frantic.
As if it were a dream, their clothes abruptly vanished. Naked, his cock erect and throbbing, Rhys picked her up by the waist and pushed her up against the glass wall of the store, his muscles and sinews flexing. On the other side of the glass, shoppers strolled by, glancing at them with little interest.
He spread her thighs and lifted her up, his hands beneath her ass. His cock pushed inside her and she gasped. She felt it, the width of him spreading her, filling her.
At the same time she saw/felt his mouth capture her breast, his teeth nipping and drawing the tip out between them. The same doubling/second perspective shifted her focus. Now she knew his feelings, what it felt like to be inside her, the taste and shape of her nipple and once more, her heady, hypnotic scent wreathing his thoughts, making him as groggy with pleasure as she.
She began to tremble and in a detached corner of her mind knew her climax was going to come while she stood in the middle of a dress shop, without a single physical touch.
Yes. Now . And she felt his hand on her clitoris, a delicate stroke, the touch of butterfly wings. But it was enough.
She climaxed with a shudder. Bright cascades of light flared behind her eyes and her heart stuttered, as the first big bolt of pleasure ripped through her. Then little secondary peaks flashed and sizzled through her nerves. She gritted her teeth to prevent herself from crying out, her hand gripping the jewellery stand with a death grip. At the same time, she felt Rhys come, with a bright, hard fizzing rush that left her nerves twitching.
For a long moment she clung to the stand, her eyes shut, letting her heart recover and her knees regain their strength.
I can’t believe what just happened! she murmured mentally.
She felt/heard Rhys move across the store to stand next to her. I have heard of it before, but not experienced it until today .
She opened her eyes and looked up at him. He had a small smile on his face and his dark eyes were sleepy, like they had been the last time. He was still very much a stranger to her, yet it seemed she had known this man all her life. She understood him without the need for endless explanations.
“Do you have any other tricks I don’t know about?” she asked and her voice was hoarse.
“An entire arsenal,” he said, his smile fading a little.
And she saw/heard/felt him struggling in a swordfight against an overwhelming enemy. In the last moment he had dropped the sword into his left hand, a move that most swordsmen considered unsporting and dangerous, for it left the right flank open to a backslash. But the unexpected move brought him a few precious seconds to pull the man’s dagger from his own belt sheath and plunge it into his unprotected left side.
For the enemy will stoop to
Jenna choked back the cry of pleasure that pushed at her lips and reached out to grip the steel top of the jewellery stand. She was becoming drunk on thoughts.
But Rhys did not spare her. In her mind she saw him open her jeans and push them down her hips enough to expose her pussy. She felt the denim stroke along her flesh and the fanning of cool air against her exposed, heated flesh.
His hand slid between her thighs and cupped her mound. At the same time his mouth captured the tip of her breast and his tongue flicked her nipple.
When his fingers bent to invade her vagina, to push inside with hard, thick insistence, she did moan softly.
Come for me . Let me feel it.
She pushed aside the foggy clouds of pleasure for a moment. You, too , she insisted, forcing herself to coherent, articulated thought, before sinking back into the tossing sea of sensations. Deliberately she pushed at him the heady rush of excitement spilling through her.
The mental images changed, became charged and frantic.
As if it were a dream, their clothes abruptly vanished. Naked, his cock erect and throbbing, Rhys picked her up by the waist and pushed her up against the glass wall of the store, his muscles and sinews flexing. On the other side of the glass, shoppers strolled by, glancing at them with little interest.
He spread her thighs and lifted her up, his hands beneath her ass. His cock pushed inside her and she gasped. She felt it, the width of him spreading her, filling her.
At the same time she saw/felt his mouth capture her breast, his teeth nipping and drawing the tip out between them. The same doubling/second perspective shifted her focus. Now she knew his feelings, what it felt like to be inside her, the taste and shape of her nipple and once more, her heady, hypnotic scent wreathing his thoughts, making him as groggy with pleasure as she.
She began to tremble and in a detached corner of her mind knew her climax was going to come while she stood in the middle of a dress shop, without a single physical touch.
Yes. Now . And she felt his hand on her clitoris, a delicate stroke, the touch of butterfly wings. But it was enough.
She climaxed with a shudder. Bright cascades of light flared behind her eyes and her heart stuttered, as the first big bolt of pleasure ripped through her. Then little secondary peaks flashed and sizzled through her nerves. She gritted her teeth to prevent herself from crying out, her hand gripping the jewellery stand with a death grip. At the same time, she felt Rhys come, with a bright, hard fizzing rush that left her nerves twitching.
For a long moment she clung to the stand, her eyes shut, letting her heart recover and her knees regain their strength.
I can’t believe what just happened! she murmured mentally.
She felt/heard Rhys move across the store to stand next to her. I have heard of it before, but not experienced it until today .
She opened her eyes and looked up at him. He had a small smile on his face and his dark eyes were sleepy, like they had been the last time. He was still very much a stranger to her, yet it seemed she had known this man all her life. She understood him without the need for endless explanations.
“Do you have any other tricks I don’t know about?” she asked and her voice was hoarse.
“An entire arsenal,” he said, his smile fading a little.
And she saw/heard/felt him struggling in a swordfight against an overwhelming enemy. In the last moment he had dropped the sword into his left hand, a move that most swordsmen considered unsporting and dangerous, for it left the right flank open to a backslash. But the unexpected move brought him a few precious seconds to pull the man’s dagger from his own belt sheath and plunge it into his unprotected left side.
For the enemy will stoop to
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