cannot—”
Vivien turned on her. “My dear, trust me, there are no two people more passionate than these two. Watching them will help you learn the answers to many of the questions you asked me today. Annalisa is bold where you are timid. Watch her. Watch the way she pleases this man and how intense and moving an experience that can be for them both. Do it and take what you see back to Andrew. You won’t regret it.”
She turned away from Lysandra and called out, “This little mouse isn’t quite ready to play with the cats, Annalisa. But do put on a good show for her. She is trying to learn.”
Lysandra stared through the window between the two chambers, shocked as the Major began to kiss Annalisa’s neck. She laughed and said something Lysandra couldn’t hear. There was no denying that watching them was mesmerizing. Their passion was so effortless.
“I’ll step away,” Vivien said softly. “To allow you your privacy in your reactions. Come find me when you’re finished. I would greatly like to hear your thoughts on what you see.”
Lysandra swallowed hard and tried to squeak out one final protest, but Vivien ignored her and stepped from the room, closing the chamber door behind her with a click that rang in Lysandra’s ears with finality.
She shifted her focus back to the couple in the opposite chamber. They knew she was here, watching them, yet it didn’t seem to slow their passion even a fraction. Annalisa turned back toward him, rubbing her body and up and down his as she kissed him with fervor and increasing passion.
He grunted and sighed as he drove his tongue between her lips and cupped her backside to keep her firmly against him. They parted, and Annalisa smiled at him, wicked and knowing.
She drew back a fraction and began to undress her lover. His hands flexed at his sides, like he wanted to participate in the act, but he allowed her to take control. She stripped his jacket away, then his shirt.
Lysandra gasped. The scar on his face was mirrored by a series of them on his body. He had been through hell, for certain. And yet there was something about his rough damaged body, being stroked and loved by this beautiful woman, that was utterly arousing. Even though she didn’t want it to happen, Lysandra’s own breasts began to tingle with pleasure, her sex grew wet and she wanted, quite desperately, to touch herself.
She leaned closer on the chair instead and watched as Annalisa stripped away her lover’s trousers. Lysandra couldn’t help but whimper. She had spent her entire life being sheltered from the vision of a naked, aroused man. Now she had seen two in less than a week. She preferred Andrew’s thick thrust, but the major was a specimen in his own right.
Annalisa smiled. “Oh, your cock. I have been dreaming of it for days, Gabriel.”
He rubbed against her, stroking himself against her leg as he kissed her again. “And I’ve been dreaming of all the wicked things you do to that cock, my love.”
“Then allow me to bring those dreams to life,” Annalisa said softly. She kissed him one last time as she cupped his member and began to stroke.
Lysandra’s suddenly dry lips parted. The other woman was mimicking a rhythm of sex in her slow, even strokes and the Major’s head dipped back over his shoulders as he hissed out a low, “Yesssss.”
But that wasn’t enough for Annalisa. She dragged her mouth down his throat, his chest, his stomach and finally dropped to her knees before him. Lysandra had a perfect view as Annalisa looked up at him, eyes sparkling. He stared as she darted out her tongue and slowly licked the head of his cock.
Lysandra jolted. This was like those pictures hidden in Vivien’s wallpaper in her parlor. Annalisa traced her lover’s cock with her tongue, then wrapped her lips around him and drew him deeply into her mouth.
He tangled his fingers in her hair with a garbled cry and drove his hips forward even farther, thrusting like he was taking her body.
Vivien turned on her. “My dear, trust me, there are no two people more passionate than these two. Watching them will help you learn the answers to many of the questions you asked me today. Annalisa is bold where you are timid. Watch her. Watch the way she pleases this man and how intense and moving an experience that can be for them both. Do it and take what you see back to Andrew. You won’t regret it.”
She turned away from Lysandra and called out, “This little mouse isn’t quite ready to play with the cats, Annalisa. But do put on a good show for her. She is trying to learn.”
Lysandra stared through the window between the two chambers, shocked as the Major began to kiss Annalisa’s neck. She laughed and said something Lysandra couldn’t hear. There was no denying that watching them was mesmerizing. Their passion was so effortless.
“I’ll step away,” Vivien said softly. “To allow you your privacy in your reactions. Come find me when you’re finished. I would greatly like to hear your thoughts on what you see.”
Lysandra swallowed hard and tried to squeak out one final protest, but Vivien ignored her and stepped from the room, closing the chamber door behind her with a click that rang in Lysandra’s ears with finality.
She shifted her focus back to the couple in the opposite chamber. They knew she was here, watching them, yet it didn’t seem to slow their passion even a fraction. Annalisa turned back toward him, rubbing her body and up and down his as she kissed him with fervor and increasing passion.
He grunted and sighed as he drove his tongue between her lips and cupped her backside to keep her firmly against him. They parted, and Annalisa smiled at him, wicked and knowing.
She drew back a fraction and began to undress her lover. His hands flexed at his sides, like he wanted to participate in the act, but he allowed her to take control. She stripped his jacket away, then his shirt.
Lysandra gasped. The scar on his face was mirrored by a series of them on his body. He had been through hell, for certain. And yet there was something about his rough damaged body, being stroked and loved by this beautiful woman, that was utterly arousing. Even though she didn’t want it to happen, Lysandra’s own breasts began to tingle with pleasure, her sex grew wet and she wanted, quite desperately, to touch herself.
She leaned closer on the chair instead and watched as Annalisa stripped away her lover’s trousers. Lysandra couldn’t help but whimper. She had spent her entire life being sheltered from the vision of a naked, aroused man. Now she had seen two in less than a week. She preferred Andrew’s thick thrust, but the major was a specimen in his own right.
Annalisa smiled. “Oh, your cock. I have been dreaming of it for days, Gabriel.”
He rubbed against her, stroking himself against her leg as he kissed her again. “And I’ve been dreaming of all the wicked things you do to that cock, my love.”
“Then allow me to bring those dreams to life,” Annalisa said softly. She kissed him one last time as she cupped his member and began to stroke.
Lysandra’s suddenly dry lips parted. The other woman was mimicking a rhythm of sex in her slow, even strokes and the Major’s head dipped back over his shoulders as he hissed out a low, “Yesssss.”
But that wasn’t enough for Annalisa. She dragged her mouth down his throat, his chest, his stomach and finally dropped to her knees before him. Lysandra had a perfect view as Annalisa looked up at him, eyes sparkling. He stared as she darted out her tongue and slowly licked the head of his cock.
Lysandra jolted. This was like those pictures hidden in Vivien’s wallpaper in her parlor. Annalisa traced her lover’s cock with her tongue, then wrapped her lips around him and drew him deeply into her mouth.
He tangled his fingers in her hair with a garbled cry and drove his hips forward even farther, thrusting like he was taking her body.
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