satisfaction as he revealed the bare cluster of blonde curls between Rachel’s legs.
“I am a little sore, and they chafed against— Lucien!” She gave a low groan as he lay between her parted thighs to place the coolness of his lips against her mound.
Lucien’s senses swirled as he breathed in the perfume of Rachel’s arousal, and it took every effort of will on his part to rein back the need he felt to taste her and then fuck her to mindless pleasure.
Instead, he lifted her legs to bend them at the knees, her feet firmly on the bed on either side of him as he parted her thighs to gently kiss her pussy. The moist sweep of his tongue down her cleft intended to soothe rather than arouse. Which was not to say Rachel did not become aroused. Her little nubbin became swollen, beginning to pulse, as his tongue paid lavish attention to it, the perfume of her increased arousal urging him to greater intimacy.
“Lucien…” She gave a low groan as he finally slipped the hardness of his tongue into her weeping pussy, her hips undulating to meet each of those moist thrusts as he stimulated and stroked her clitoris with the soft pad of his thumb.
Her neck was arched, head thrown back on the pillows, and her eyes closed, hands tightly gripping the bedcover as Lucien continued to stroke his tongue inside her. The walls of her pussy contracted, drawing his tongue in deeper still.
Gently. Slowly. Harder. Faster.
Lucien lost himself totally in pleasuring Rachel’s pussy, his cock hard and weeping by the time she cried out her release. He greedily drank down the flood of juices coating his tongue, lapping up every drop before raising his head to look at her.
She gazed back at him, the pupils of her eyes so enlarged, there was only a thin line of brown at their edges. “Make love to me fully, Lucien.” She reached a hand down to him imploringly. “Show me how pleasurable it can be. How beautiful.”
How could Lucien resist her?
Chapter 11
Rachel could not deny her nervousness by the time she had divested herself of her clothing and climbed quickly beneath the covers to watch Lucien finish undressing.
Magnificent.
There was no other word that suited his nakedness quite so well as that. His hair was disheveled from the removal of his shirt. Once he was completely naked, she was able to admire the wide expanse of his shoulders and defined chest. There was a dusting of dark hair about copper colored nipples. His waist was slender, legs long and muscular.
Her gaze moved shyly back up. His cock was fully aroused, jutting out fiercely from his body, engorged veins along its length, the bulbous head glistening from the release of the juices she had so enjoyed tasting yesterday.
The last of her nervousness left her, and she was instead filled with a quiet confidence at this physical evidence of Lucien’s desire for her. “Come to bed.” She turned back the bedcovers beside her.
Lucien pulled those covers down completely and off the bottom of the bed so that he could enjoy looking at Rachel’s nakedness: small uptilted breasts, slender waist, curvaceous hips, damp blonde curls between her thighs, her legs shapely, feet tiny.
He intended paying homage to every delicious inch of her.
But first… “I like this down.” He removed the pins from her hair, allowing her blonde tresses to tumble loose about her shoulders and onto the pillows behind her. “You are so beautiful. So desirable.” He kissed her nipples in turn, moistening them with his tongue before blowing on them softly, lifting his head to watch as they engorged to the size of ripened blackberries. “God, you are lovely.” He proceeded to caress, kiss, and suck every inch of her.
Rachel squirmed with pleasure now, rather than this morning’s discomfort, as Lucien proceeded to pleasure her with his lips and hands. She was lost in a haze of that pleasure by the time Lucien moved to kneel between her thighs, taking his cock in hand before guiding the bulbous
“I am a little sore, and they chafed against— Lucien!” She gave a low groan as he lay between her parted thighs to place the coolness of his lips against her mound.
Lucien’s senses swirled as he breathed in the perfume of Rachel’s arousal, and it took every effort of will on his part to rein back the need he felt to taste her and then fuck her to mindless pleasure.
Instead, he lifted her legs to bend them at the knees, her feet firmly on the bed on either side of him as he parted her thighs to gently kiss her pussy. The moist sweep of his tongue down her cleft intended to soothe rather than arouse. Which was not to say Rachel did not become aroused. Her little nubbin became swollen, beginning to pulse, as his tongue paid lavish attention to it, the perfume of her increased arousal urging him to greater intimacy.
“Lucien…” She gave a low groan as he finally slipped the hardness of his tongue into her weeping pussy, her hips undulating to meet each of those moist thrusts as he stimulated and stroked her clitoris with the soft pad of his thumb.
Her neck was arched, head thrown back on the pillows, and her eyes closed, hands tightly gripping the bedcover as Lucien continued to stroke his tongue inside her. The walls of her pussy contracted, drawing his tongue in deeper still.
Gently. Slowly. Harder. Faster.
Lucien lost himself totally in pleasuring Rachel’s pussy, his cock hard and weeping by the time she cried out her release. He greedily drank down the flood of juices coating his tongue, lapping up every drop before raising his head to look at her.
She gazed back at him, the pupils of her eyes so enlarged, there was only a thin line of brown at their edges. “Make love to me fully, Lucien.” She reached a hand down to him imploringly. “Show me how pleasurable it can be. How beautiful.”
How could Lucien resist her?
Chapter 11
Rachel could not deny her nervousness by the time she had divested herself of her clothing and climbed quickly beneath the covers to watch Lucien finish undressing.
Magnificent.
There was no other word that suited his nakedness quite so well as that. His hair was disheveled from the removal of his shirt. Once he was completely naked, she was able to admire the wide expanse of his shoulders and defined chest. There was a dusting of dark hair about copper colored nipples. His waist was slender, legs long and muscular.
Her gaze moved shyly back up. His cock was fully aroused, jutting out fiercely from his body, engorged veins along its length, the bulbous head glistening from the release of the juices she had so enjoyed tasting yesterday.
The last of her nervousness left her, and she was instead filled with a quiet confidence at this physical evidence of Lucien’s desire for her. “Come to bed.” She turned back the bedcovers beside her.
Lucien pulled those covers down completely and off the bottom of the bed so that he could enjoy looking at Rachel’s nakedness: small uptilted breasts, slender waist, curvaceous hips, damp blonde curls between her thighs, her legs shapely, feet tiny.
He intended paying homage to every delicious inch of her.
But first… “I like this down.” He removed the pins from her hair, allowing her blonde tresses to tumble loose about her shoulders and onto the pillows behind her. “You are so beautiful. So desirable.” He kissed her nipples in turn, moistening them with his tongue before blowing on them softly, lifting his head to watch as they engorged to the size of ripened blackberries. “God, you are lovely.” He proceeded to caress, kiss, and suck every inch of her.
Rachel squirmed with pleasure now, rather than this morning’s discomfort, as Lucien proceeded to pleasure her with his lips and hands. She was lost in a haze of that pleasure by the time Lucien moved to kneel between her thighs, taking his cock in hand before guiding the bulbous
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