Surely, he would be done in a minute and they could get on with their business.
But apparent ly, that was not what he had in mind. Because the next thing she knew, he had hoisted her feet on the edge of the bed, and she was reclining on her elbows with her knees up, spread-eagled before him.
"Andrew!" She tried to cover herself with one hand, beyo nd mortified at the indecency of her position.
"Relax," he murmured, catching her wrist and pinning it to her side.
"You're embarrassing me!" she complained indignantly.
Her umbrage seemed to have affected him, for he slowly rose and settled himself over h er, fully clothed, with his arms resting on the bed on either side of her head.
"I was just admiring you, my love," he tenderly kissed her on the mouth, making her insides quiver. "Let me worship your body," he murmured between kisses, pulling slightly awa y to look into her eyes, once again saying, "Trust me."
Trust me.
Two simple words that meant the world and stood for everything—complete submission, unquestioning faith in another—that only a woman in love could willingly bestow on her beloved.
"Yes," she whispered.
The spark of desire gleamed in his eyes. He kissed her —thoroughly—then stood up and brought the full-length mirror by the bed.
"What is that for?" She sat up.
He sat behind her on the bed and pulled her back against his chest, cradling her between his thighs. "Watch," he murmured in her ear, pulling her knees up to her shoulders and spreading her legs wide with her feet resting on the bed. "See how beautiful you are?"
She met his gaze in the mirror. Oh Lord, she gulped, following the direction w here his eyes had wandered to; he could see her privates all the way up to her womb!
She attempted to hide her rapidly flaming face in his chest.
"Anna, look in the mirror," he said softly.
She peeked at her obscene reflection, gasping as he parted the sof t folds of her sex further with his index and middle finger.
"Stop that." She tried to clamp her legs together, but he simply held her in place.
"Watch and feel, my love," he whispered over her shoulder. "I'm going to touch you here."
Alexandra stared, mes merized, as he made gentle circular motions on the tiny pink nub at the apex of her sex with his middle finger. The sensation was beyond anything she could have ever imagined. Pleasure and then more intense pleasure built up, until every nerve in her body vibrated, tingled, and burned. A warm pool of wetness flooded her core. Her lids drooped languorously with a moan. She leaned backwards against him, rocking and pressing her hips harder against his hand.
"Look at me and tell me you want more," he said husk ily, cupping her breast and rolling her nipple with his thumb in time with the caress of his finger on her sex.
Alexandra's lids flew open. The sight of his hands exploring her most intimate regions as he watched her reaction in the mirror was incredibly e rotic. She felt wanton and wicked, but also beautiful and desirable.
"More," she replied in a breathless voice she barely recognized as her own.
She saw the satisfied gleam in his eyes. He slid the hand cupping her breast downwards, stroking her woman's flesh in tandem with his other hand, rubbing the sensitive nub at the peak of her sex. Alexandra squirmed restlessly with a strangled sob. What he was doing to her was just too much. She wanted to writhe and scream as the pleasure and pain interspersed, but oh God,—she needed more; she did not want him to stop!
"Andrew —please—" she cried and squeezed her eyes shut, as the maddening sensations occluded her bliss and suspended her in purgatory.
"Open your eyes, my love," Andrew rasped in her ear.
She did what he asked out of desperation and stared at their reflection in the mirror. They made a striking couple—with his fair hair and solid, muscular physique, in sharp contrast with her dark locks and willowy figure. He was fully attired down to his boots, while she was stark
But apparent ly, that was not what he had in mind. Because the next thing she knew, he had hoisted her feet on the edge of the bed, and she was reclining on her elbows with her knees up, spread-eagled before him.
"Andrew!" She tried to cover herself with one hand, beyo nd mortified at the indecency of her position.
"Relax," he murmured, catching her wrist and pinning it to her side.
"You're embarrassing me!" she complained indignantly.
Her umbrage seemed to have affected him, for he slowly rose and settled himself over h er, fully clothed, with his arms resting on the bed on either side of her head.
"I was just admiring you, my love," he tenderly kissed her on the mouth, making her insides quiver. "Let me worship your body," he murmured between kisses, pulling slightly awa y to look into her eyes, once again saying, "Trust me."
Trust me.
Two simple words that meant the world and stood for everything—complete submission, unquestioning faith in another—that only a woman in love could willingly bestow on her beloved.
"Yes," she whispered.
The spark of desire gleamed in his eyes. He kissed her —thoroughly—then stood up and brought the full-length mirror by the bed.
"What is that for?" She sat up.
He sat behind her on the bed and pulled her back against his chest, cradling her between his thighs. "Watch," he murmured in her ear, pulling her knees up to her shoulders and spreading her legs wide with her feet resting on the bed. "See how beautiful you are?"
She met his gaze in the mirror. Oh Lord, she gulped, following the direction w here his eyes had wandered to; he could see her privates all the way up to her womb!
She attempted to hide her rapidly flaming face in his chest.
"Anna, look in the mirror," he said softly.
She peeked at her obscene reflection, gasping as he parted the sof t folds of her sex further with his index and middle finger.
"Stop that." She tried to clamp her legs together, but he simply held her in place.
"Watch and feel, my love," he whispered over her shoulder. "I'm going to touch you here."
Alexandra stared, mes merized, as he made gentle circular motions on the tiny pink nub at the apex of her sex with his middle finger. The sensation was beyond anything she could have ever imagined. Pleasure and then more intense pleasure built up, until every nerve in her body vibrated, tingled, and burned. A warm pool of wetness flooded her core. Her lids drooped languorously with a moan. She leaned backwards against him, rocking and pressing her hips harder against his hand.
"Look at me and tell me you want more," he said husk ily, cupping her breast and rolling her nipple with his thumb in time with the caress of his finger on her sex.
Alexandra's lids flew open. The sight of his hands exploring her most intimate regions as he watched her reaction in the mirror was incredibly e rotic. She felt wanton and wicked, but also beautiful and desirable.
"More," she replied in a breathless voice she barely recognized as her own.
She saw the satisfied gleam in his eyes. He slid the hand cupping her breast downwards, stroking her woman's flesh in tandem with his other hand, rubbing the sensitive nub at the peak of her sex. Alexandra squirmed restlessly with a strangled sob. What he was doing to her was just too much. She wanted to writhe and scream as the pleasure and pain interspersed, but oh God,—she needed more; she did not want him to stop!
"Andrew —please—" she cried and squeezed her eyes shut, as the maddening sensations occluded her bliss and suspended her in purgatory.
"Open your eyes, my love," Andrew rasped in her ear.
She did what he asked out of desperation and stared at their reflection in the mirror. They made a striking couple—with his fair hair and solid, muscular physique, in sharp contrast with her dark locks and willowy figure. He was fully attired down to his boots, while she was stark
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