totally different appearance – maybe becoming even more ruggedly handsome.
“There are no guarantees,” Stone said. “But I haven’t had any complaints.”
Celia blushed. “I bet you haven’t,” she muttered softly. And then – overwhelmed with an impulse she had been fighting with all her energy to resist – she threw her arms around Stone’s neck and kissed him fiercely.
“Show me,” she breathed against his lips, crushing her body against the hard lean muscle of him. “Treat me as your submissive girl , Jack, so I’ll know exactly how great sex can be.”
Stone kissed her back. His tongue teased her mouth, tasting the corners of her lips. His kiss was ravenous, his body tough and hot against her own.
Celia pulled away for a moment, breathless and shaking.
“I need you to know that I’m not normally like this, Jack,” she said defensively. “I don’t usually do casual sex.”
The intensity in Stone’s eyes burned into her. “I assure you,” he said calmly. “There won’t be anything casual about it.”
Then he kissed her harder, wrenching her lips apart and using his tongue like a weapon as he plundered her mouth. He pushed her down onto the bed and gripped his hand around her throat, forcing her chin up, making her mouth even more vulnerable to his. Celia’s eyes flashed wide and wild, and the desire in her eyes burned with the intensity of her lust.
“Yes,” she hissed.
Stone straddled her body, holding her captive, and ripped at the front clasp of her bra. Celia’s breasts were warm and firm and he bit and nipped at the flesh around her nipples until the sparks of pain and the ache of her need began to blend and blur into deep yearning for more.
He reached back and found the hem of her skirt, then worked it up until it was bunched around her waist, exposing silken thighs and lacy suspenders, and the heat of her femininity. “Spread your legs,” Stone said, and there was a sexy husky growl in the back of his throat.
She obeyed, and then threw her hands out to the side and grabbed at the bedspread so that her body was his to explore.
Stone climbed off the bed. He tore off his t-shirt and slid out of his jeans. Celia raised her head off the mattress and watched.
His body was all hard lean lines of muscle, broad and defined across the breadth of his chest and then becoming corrugated ripples across his abdomen, each contour clearly defined. His arms and shoulders were thick, roped and corded with veins that stood proud beneath the tautness of his flesh.
Stone came to the foot of the bed. Celia felt her body twinge in melting heated anticipation. He was hard and vaulted, the arrogant maleness of him like a thick iron bar. Stone reached down and tore her suspenders off.
“Get up,” Stone said. “Come here.”
Despite the harshness of his voice, she went to him, un able and unwilling to resist, even though she could see the smoky look in his eyes and knew exactly what it meant. He was gazing at her like she was an object – and she had to crush down on a flicker of resentment, realizing that this was exactly what she had asked of him.
She looked up to him , suddenly timid and breathless. “You… you won’t hurt me – will you?”
Stone gave her an enigmatic smile of menace. “Not unless you want me to…”
He took her into the bathroom. Pressed her up against the shower screen. Celia felt the cold touch of the glass against her breasts and she flinched.
“Reach up, and take hold of the bar,” Stone ordered.
The shower cubicle was a small square, with a sliding door of frosted glass that slid on tracks. Celia reached up for the top slider and grabbed the aluminum frame. Stone pulled the delicate fabric of her panties to one side and began stroking Celia with his long fingers. She groaned aloud. Then he circled her entrance with teasing touches, moving his hand so that it brushed gently against her sex – and then not so gently.
Celia made a sound of helplessness,
“There are no guarantees,” Stone said. “But I haven’t had any complaints.”
Celia blushed. “I bet you haven’t,” she muttered softly. And then – overwhelmed with an impulse she had been fighting with all her energy to resist – she threw her arms around Stone’s neck and kissed him fiercely.
“Show me,” she breathed against his lips, crushing her body against the hard lean muscle of him. “Treat me as your submissive girl , Jack, so I’ll know exactly how great sex can be.”
Stone kissed her back. His tongue teased her mouth, tasting the corners of her lips. His kiss was ravenous, his body tough and hot against her own.
Celia pulled away for a moment, breathless and shaking.
“I need you to know that I’m not normally like this, Jack,” she said defensively. “I don’t usually do casual sex.”
The intensity in Stone’s eyes burned into her. “I assure you,” he said calmly. “There won’t be anything casual about it.”
Then he kissed her harder, wrenching her lips apart and using his tongue like a weapon as he plundered her mouth. He pushed her down onto the bed and gripped his hand around her throat, forcing her chin up, making her mouth even more vulnerable to his. Celia’s eyes flashed wide and wild, and the desire in her eyes burned with the intensity of her lust.
“Yes,” she hissed.
Stone straddled her body, holding her captive, and ripped at the front clasp of her bra. Celia’s breasts were warm and firm and he bit and nipped at the flesh around her nipples until the sparks of pain and the ache of her need began to blend and blur into deep yearning for more.
He reached back and found the hem of her skirt, then worked it up until it was bunched around her waist, exposing silken thighs and lacy suspenders, and the heat of her femininity. “Spread your legs,” Stone said, and there was a sexy husky growl in the back of his throat.
She obeyed, and then threw her hands out to the side and grabbed at the bedspread so that her body was his to explore.
Stone climbed off the bed. He tore off his t-shirt and slid out of his jeans. Celia raised her head off the mattress and watched.
His body was all hard lean lines of muscle, broad and defined across the breadth of his chest and then becoming corrugated ripples across his abdomen, each contour clearly defined. His arms and shoulders were thick, roped and corded with veins that stood proud beneath the tautness of his flesh.
Stone came to the foot of the bed. Celia felt her body twinge in melting heated anticipation. He was hard and vaulted, the arrogant maleness of him like a thick iron bar. Stone reached down and tore her suspenders off.
“Get up,” Stone said. “Come here.”
Despite the harshness of his voice, she went to him, un able and unwilling to resist, even though she could see the smoky look in his eyes and knew exactly what it meant. He was gazing at her like she was an object – and she had to crush down on a flicker of resentment, realizing that this was exactly what she had asked of him.
She looked up to him , suddenly timid and breathless. “You… you won’t hurt me – will you?”
Stone gave her an enigmatic smile of menace. “Not unless you want me to…”
He took her into the bathroom. Pressed her up against the shower screen. Celia felt the cold touch of the glass against her breasts and she flinched.
“Reach up, and take hold of the bar,” Stone ordered.
The shower cubicle was a small square, with a sliding door of frosted glass that slid on tracks. Celia reached up for the top slider and grabbed the aluminum frame. Stone pulled the delicate fabric of her panties to one side and began stroking Celia with his long fingers. She groaned aloud. Then he circled her entrance with teasing touches, moving his hand so that it brushed gently against her sex – and then not so gently.
Celia made a sound of helplessness,
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