convulsed.
The corner of his mouth kicked up. “Rest assured that I am both
eager and equipped to satisfy you.”
Though her hand trembled beneath his, she couldn’t help a light
squeeze, delighting in the way it jumped in her hand, in the sharp
rise of his chest, in the way his jaw twitched, and lashes fluttered.
He groaned in pleasure, and her remaining inhibitions vanished, re-
placed by a heady sensation in having evoked such a potent response.
He released her hand and reclaimed her mouth. He skirted up
her sides to fondle her breasts, his thumbs moving over her nipples.
They instantly hardened, and her entire body thrummed. She arched
into him, begging for more. It was sheer heaven and beyond any of
Diana’s dreamscape imaginings to have his big, warm hands and hot
mouth on her body.
“Do you know there are women who climax from breast play
alone? I wonder, Diana, what you would do if I took that luscious
peak into my mouth? Shall I? Shall I pull and tease and suckle you ‘til
you whimper for release?”
“Yes,” she hissed.
He rumbled with pleasure. His hands and mouth played over her
plush mounds, gently squeezing, teasing, biting, and tormenting her
flesh with sweet agony until he drew one tight peak into his mouth.
Licking, laving, pulling, suckling, every sensation built upon the last,
awakening every inch of her skin with want. Urging him to the other
breast, she madly riffled his silky hair, now torn loose from its queue.
He complied with eagerness, continuing the delicious torture with
teeth, lips, and tongue, escalating her need. Abandoned to sensation,
she awoke from her stupor at the awareness of her own cry. “Please.”
He slowly released her nipple from his mouth. His eyes were
heavy-lidded, and his smile wicked. “Please what , Diana? I only live
to please you.” The promise in his words, in his heated gaze made her
heart seize in a panic of anticipation. “I will do anything and every-
thing to bring you ecstasy.”
With this vow, he slid slowly down her body, cupping the gener-
ous globes of her buttocks, fondling and squeezing them while his
tongue smoldered the skin of her belly. Adding soft bites and fevered
kisses, he skirted the smooth contour, lasciviously laving her navel,
yet always progressing southward with languorous deliberation. Un-
til he settled on his knees, and leveled his face with her sex. Profound
awareness of his intent besieged her in waves of wicked wanting.
Her breath was already coming in short rasps when he slid a hand
between her thighs, stroking her wetness and gently but firmly urg-
ing them apart. She already ached to be filled, but then he molded his
hands to her hips and pulled her up against his mouth. Her treacher-
ous legs trembled, her knees threatened to buckle. She gripped his
shoulders. “N-no.” She exhaled in hope-filled terror while a pool of
liquid heat filled her sex.
“Oh, yes,” he growled into her nest of curls. “I can smell your
arousal, Diana, sharp and pungent, the most potent of perfumes. You
are soaking my hand with liquid desire. I want to bask in it, fill my
senses with your very essence, kiss and taste and tongue you until
we’re both blind and writhing to have my cock buried deep inside
you.”Before she could voice another protest his tongue invaded her in
the deepest, most decadent and devouring of kisses. Wickedly circling,
swirling, sucking while his clever fingers played along her slickened
folds, parting, stroking, gently probing, obliterating time and place
and all reality beyond his hot mouth burrowing in her wet quim. Her
hunger rose to a rabid frenzy. Dear God in heaven! It is too much!
“Ludovic,” she cried, beseeching an end to the agonizing empti-
ness. “I can’t bear it! You must…! Please!”
***
She was dripping with desire, her body quivering, her passage
clenching around him. He answered her plea by plunging two fingers
deep inside her. She cried
The corner of his mouth kicked up. “Rest assured that I am both
eager and equipped to satisfy you.”
Though her hand trembled beneath his, she couldn’t help a light
squeeze, delighting in the way it jumped in her hand, in the sharp
rise of his chest, in the way his jaw twitched, and lashes fluttered.
He groaned in pleasure, and her remaining inhibitions vanished, re-
placed by a heady sensation in having evoked such a potent response.
He released her hand and reclaimed her mouth. He skirted up
her sides to fondle her breasts, his thumbs moving over her nipples.
They instantly hardened, and her entire body thrummed. She arched
into him, begging for more. It was sheer heaven and beyond any of
Diana’s dreamscape imaginings to have his big, warm hands and hot
mouth on her body.
“Do you know there are women who climax from breast play
alone? I wonder, Diana, what you would do if I took that luscious
peak into my mouth? Shall I? Shall I pull and tease and suckle you ‘til
you whimper for release?”
“Yes,” she hissed.
He rumbled with pleasure. His hands and mouth played over her
plush mounds, gently squeezing, teasing, biting, and tormenting her
flesh with sweet agony until he drew one tight peak into his mouth.
Licking, laving, pulling, suckling, every sensation built upon the last,
awakening every inch of her skin with want. Urging him to the other
breast, she madly riffled his silky hair, now torn loose from its queue.
He complied with eagerness, continuing the delicious torture with
teeth, lips, and tongue, escalating her need. Abandoned to sensation,
she awoke from her stupor at the awareness of her own cry. “Please.”
He slowly released her nipple from his mouth. His eyes were
heavy-lidded, and his smile wicked. “Please what , Diana? I only live
to please you.” The promise in his words, in his heated gaze made her
heart seize in a panic of anticipation. “I will do anything and every-
thing to bring you ecstasy.”
With this vow, he slid slowly down her body, cupping the gener-
ous globes of her buttocks, fondling and squeezing them while his
tongue smoldered the skin of her belly. Adding soft bites and fevered
kisses, he skirted the smooth contour, lasciviously laving her navel,
yet always progressing southward with languorous deliberation. Un-
til he settled on his knees, and leveled his face with her sex. Profound
awareness of his intent besieged her in waves of wicked wanting.
Her breath was already coming in short rasps when he slid a hand
between her thighs, stroking her wetness and gently but firmly urg-
ing them apart. She already ached to be filled, but then he molded his
hands to her hips and pulled her up against his mouth. Her treacher-
ous legs trembled, her knees threatened to buckle. She gripped his
shoulders. “N-no.” She exhaled in hope-filled terror while a pool of
liquid heat filled her sex.
“Oh, yes,” he growled into her nest of curls. “I can smell your
arousal, Diana, sharp and pungent, the most potent of perfumes. You
are soaking my hand with liquid desire. I want to bask in it, fill my
senses with your very essence, kiss and taste and tongue you until
we’re both blind and writhing to have my cock buried deep inside
you.”Before she could voice another protest his tongue invaded her in
the deepest, most decadent and devouring of kisses. Wickedly circling,
swirling, sucking while his clever fingers played along her slickened
folds, parting, stroking, gently probing, obliterating time and place
and all reality beyond his hot mouth burrowing in her wet quim. Her
hunger rose to a rabid frenzy. Dear God in heaven! It is too much!
“Ludovic,” she cried, beseeching an end to the agonizing empti-
ness. “I can’t bear it! You must…! Please!”
***
She was dripping with desire, her body quivering, her passage
clenching around him. He answered her plea by plunging two fingers
deep inside her. She cried
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