| Author: | Alexandra Storm | ISBN: | 9781513041407 |
| Publisher: | Alexandra Storm | Publication: | April 23, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Alexandra Storm |
| ISBN: | 9781513041407 |
| Publisher: | Alexandra Storm |
| Publication: | April 23, 2015 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Lust
He sat in the chair, one leg crossed over the other. His elbows rested on the armrests, fingers steepled together beneath his chin. His posture was relaxed, almost sloppy, but his eyes seemed alert. He watched her as she moved about the room.
She wore a short, pink dress that looked more like lingerie. She moved to the bench next to the vanity and sat down. Reaching down, she unbuckled the high heel strap around her left ankle, then her right. She kicked the shoes aside. He leaned forward a bit in his seat, dropping his hands to the armrests. She stood up and pulled her dress over her head, tossing it to the floor.
Her matching bra and panties were a flesh-toned color. Sheer white stockings still clung to her toned thighs. She stood directly in front of him. Reaching down, she placed her hands on his knees, gently urging them apart. With her hands still on his knees, she knelt down on the floor between his legs. He touched his hand to her cheek as she turned her head slightly, causing his thumb brush against her mouth. She parted her lips, the tip of her tongue darting.
He moved his hand down her cheek and over her neck until it rested at her collarbone. She reached out and began to undo the fastenings on his pants. She pulled out his cock. It was heavy and thick, but not yet fully erect. She smiled up at him hoping to remedy that.
Thirst
Before he came over, I made sure the lights were low and soft music was playing in the background. I lit candles and placed them all over the room. I wanted little question in his mind as to what I wanted from him tonight.
He was seated on my couch watching me.
The dimly lit room highlighted my shape. The black teddy I wore helped too. I was on the other side of the room, crawling on my hands and knees toward him. I locked eyes with him, a sultry look on my face. I made a point to take my time.
I placed my hands on his knees bracing myself. Slowly, I rose to meet his lips, keeping eye contact with him. I could tell he was just as sexually tense as I was for release. But I had other plans first.
Hunger
In her impatience to run away, he grabbed her by the arm to stop her. She’s terrified that by keeping herself too close to him, she will lose her strength to protect herself. He’s counting on that, as he knows what’s best for her. He knows he must break that barrier and get inside of her.
He refuses to allow her to leave his side, and instead makes her face him. His physical strength outwits her own, but his demeanor soon turns gentle as he forces
her to look at him. Eye contact is her undoing, as she knows she cannot maintain her bearing if she looks fully into the eyes of her future.
A rush of fear crashes over her. She cannot put her heart out there again for it to be broken. She must maintain her self-discipline. She must run away while she can. A life of solitude is preferred if that life is guaranteed no heartbreak or pain.
He is unwilling to allow that to happen. He knows their love is stronger than her fear, and he will fight every demon she has to get the chance to cradle her with comfort. But right now he must show her that it is not acceptable to run from him.
Lust
He sat in the chair, one leg crossed over the other. His elbows rested on the armrests, fingers steepled together beneath his chin. His posture was relaxed, almost sloppy, but his eyes seemed alert. He watched her as she moved about the room.
She wore a short, pink dress that looked more like lingerie. She moved to the bench next to the vanity and sat down. Reaching down, she unbuckled the high heel strap around her left ankle, then her right. She kicked the shoes aside. He leaned forward a bit in his seat, dropping his hands to the armrests. She stood up and pulled her dress over her head, tossing it to the floor.
Her matching bra and panties were a flesh-toned color. Sheer white stockings still clung to her toned thighs. She stood directly in front of him. Reaching down, she placed her hands on his knees, gently urging them apart. With her hands still on his knees, she knelt down on the floor between his legs. He touched his hand to her cheek as she turned her head slightly, causing his thumb brush against her mouth. She parted her lips, the tip of her tongue darting.
He moved his hand down her cheek and over her neck until it rested at her collarbone. She reached out and began to undo the fastenings on his pants. She pulled out his cock. It was heavy and thick, but not yet fully erect. She smiled up at him hoping to remedy that.
Thirst
Before he came over, I made sure the lights were low and soft music was playing in the background. I lit candles and placed them all over the room. I wanted little question in his mind as to what I wanted from him tonight.
He was seated on my couch watching me.
The dimly lit room highlighted my shape. The black teddy I wore helped too. I was on the other side of the room, crawling on my hands and knees toward him. I locked eyes with him, a sultry look on my face. I made a point to take my time.
I placed my hands on his knees bracing myself. Slowly, I rose to meet his lips, keeping eye contact with him. I could tell he was just as sexually tense as I was for release. But I had other plans first.
Hunger
In her impatience to run away, he grabbed her by the arm to stop her. She’s terrified that by keeping herself too close to him, she will lose her strength to protect herself. He’s counting on that, as he knows what’s best for her. He knows he must break that barrier and get inside of her.
He refuses to allow her to leave his side, and instead makes her face him. His physical strength outwits her own, but his demeanor soon turns gentle as he forces
her to look at him. Eye contact is her undoing, as she knows she cannot maintain her bearing if she looks fully into the eyes of her future.
A rush of fear crashes over her. She cannot put her heart out there again for it to be broken. She must maintain her self-discipline. She must run away while she can. A life of solitude is preferred if that life is guaranteed no heartbreak or pain.
He is unwilling to allow that to happen. He knows their love is stronger than her fear, and he will fight every demon she has to get the chance to cradle her with comfort. But right now he must show her that it is not acceptable to run from him.
