trouble concentrating on writing questions. I think of Eric, who was so disappointed not to go to this party at Mr. Diamonds vineyard, and of myself who didn't really want to replace him. I think I am changing mind...
I look for more photos of Gabriel Diamonds online. There's very little, as if he sought to protect his image. On one of them however, I distinguished him perfectly, standing at a wine ceremony. Larger than most men I know, he seemed slender although muscular, surely due to playing various sports. As if he had an innate sense of style, he is dressed very elegantly, without being too sophisticated. A simple and chic black suit with a glimpse of a white shirt on which the top three buttons are open, revealing a torso as tanned as his face. I'm surprised I feel so attracted to this man I barely knew about a few minutes ago. His unusual physique, this look, the way he carries his head and this stature gives me an incredible effect, and I close my eyes after looking at the two photos of Gabriel Diamonds again. Without realizing it, I fall into an incredibly gentle sleep, with a smile on my lips and a head full of dreams. « Gabriel, oh, Gabriel, we shouldn't... », I whisper as he hugged me around the waist in a room that resembles a large vaulted cellar. He took my face between his hands and turned it toward him. Planting his beautiful blue eyes in mine, he replied in a serious voice : « Enough, Amanda, you're mine now, nothing but mine. »
Mounted on a thoroughbred, he dominates with all his height, and her presence excited me considerably. He is dressed in chic riding gear and gives me a hard look.
- You're late, he growled frowning.
- Yes sorry... , I began to say.
But my excuses are cut short by a hand over my mouth. I didn't notice that he had dismounted and had gone behind me. I feel the rhythm of my heart accelerating as he introduced his left thumb in my mouth. With his other hand, he unbuttoned my blouse with ease that opened abruptly onto a black bra.
- Very nice tits, he let escape suddenly pinching one of my nipples through the thin lace.
I began to pant and I feel my body arching to better appreciate the stranger's fondling. Powerful chills go from the top of my head down into my loins when he unceremoniously lifts my skirt and traced his hand along my thigh, with a slowness that drives me crazy. I lose my mind when his fingers approach my vagina and bypass my soaked panties to come closer to my wet opening. I begin to moan when he introduced a first finger inside me. The pleasure intensifies when he pushes two fingers into my moist opening while playing on my clit with the flesh of his thumb. Behind, I feel him nibbling my neck alternating kisses with bites, while his left hand gently grips me by the throat.
Suddenly, he turns me onto a soft bed of hay and weeds and turns me on my back as if I were an ordinary cloth doll. The fine spurs of riding boots come scratch my calves and that little pain only increases my excitement. Inarticulate and choked cries escape my throat while Diamonds kisses my hot stomach with his cool lips. Impassive, his handsome face shows no emotion. His kisses descend closer to my vagina while his hands caress my inner thighs. Burning with impatience, I realize that my hips are in rhythm with the waves of the licks he is giving my clitoris. I feel a wave of heat invade my lower stomach while he again introduced two fingers into my vagina and I hear myself groan, then scream like that had never happened to me before. He continued the thrusting of his fingers in my vagina, faster and faster, and began to gently chew my clit bathed in a mixture of his saliva and my excitement. The imminence of my orgasm made me feverish, he presses a hand on my breast, which made me completely lose my mind. In a last effort, I let out a screech, body arched with pleasure and I climax freely, dominated by chills that shake my whole body.
After a sigh of satisfaction, he gets up without
Patria L. Dunn (Patria Dunn-Rowe)
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