his dark gray gaze was fixated on her mouth, which tingled under his look. When he’d asked her to take off her mask she’d panicked but thankfully he hadn’t insisted. She was soon forgetting all about her mask though as his hands urged her closer. She was trembling and hoped he wouldn’t notice.
‘Open my shirt,’ he instructed her gutturally. Analia’s hands went to the row of buttons and she prayed her hands wouldn’t shake. Undoing button after button seemed to take a torturously long time. She had to lift his shirt free of his trousers to undo the last ones and saw a dark line of hair disappearing beneath his belt. Lust gripped her insides so fiercely she had to bite her lip.
He did the rest of the job for her, pulling his shirt open and then off, dropping it to the ground. Analia could only drink in the magnificence of his broad and hard muscled chest. His pectorals were dusted with hair and something deeply feminine within her sighed in sheer appreciation.
She heard his belt unbuckle and only noticed belatedly where his hands had gone. She gulped and kept looking up. His mouth quirked sexily and after he’d stepped out of his trousers, he put his hands on her arms and pulled her around so that he could sit her on the side of the bed.
Obeying some impulse, Analia leaned forward and pulled Sasha’s mask off his face and over his head. He drew back for a moment. She couldn’t really make out his features in the gloom but she cupped his face in her small hands, feeling the bristle of his beard tickle her palms. And then she bent forward and pressed her mouth to his.
For a moment he seemed startled and then he took control, coming up to kneel between her legs, spreading them apart, mouth open, tongue thrusting deep, exactly where she hungered for it.
She barely felt his hands at her back, lowering her zipper, or then reaching down to take her shoes off her feet. Or when they trailed up under her dress to her thighs where he found the tops of her stockings and started to roll them down.
She was only aware of how she never wanted to stop kissing him. Of how his overlong hair felt so silky between her fingers as she clasped his head. And of the intensely masculine way his beard tickled her soft skin.
When he drew back Analia went with him, loathe to break the contact. He was breathing raggedly, or was it her? She didn’t know anymore, her heartbeat was so loud. Gently he pushed her back slightly and she only realized what he’d done when her dress fell to her waist.
Instantly she felt embarrassed and went to cover her breasts but his hands stopped hers. ‘No. You’re beautiful. I want to look at you.’
He kept her hands captive and pulled them apart baring her to his hot gaze. Analia knew she should be feeling ashamed but she couldn’t drum it up. Intense excitement spiked her blood. She could feel her breasts responding, the tips puckering tight, aching for his touch.
When he let her hands go he pushed closer, bunching her dress up even higher so her thighs were exposed. Cupping one pertly plump breast in his hand, Sasha flicked a thumb over one deeply sensitized nipple, Analia moaned softly.
Then he bent his head and with his tongue, tasted the taut peak, exploring all around it until she felt as if she might explode from the gentle touch. She was about to beg when he drew the aching tip into his mouth and sucked fiercely making her cry out.
After long seconds of delicious torture, Sasha drew back and said in a low roughened voice, ‘Move back.’
Analia’s limbs felt like liquid but she scooted back on the bed, her dress falling down more with the movement so she was completely bared from the waist up. Sasha bent forward and slipped his hands under her bottom and hips and gently tugged the dress from under her, over her hips and thighs and off where she heard it fall in a silken swish on the floor.
Now all she wore were her lace panties. Then his hands were there too. Analia’s breath felt
‘Open my shirt,’ he instructed her gutturally. Analia’s hands went to the row of buttons and she prayed her hands wouldn’t shake. Undoing button after button seemed to take a torturously long time. She had to lift his shirt free of his trousers to undo the last ones and saw a dark line of hair disappearing beneath his belt. Lust gripped her insides so fiercely she had to bite her lip.
He did the rest of the job for her, pulling his shirt open and then off, dropping it to the ground. Analia could only drink in the magnificence of his broad and hard muscled chest. His pectorals were dusted with hair and something deeply feminine within her sighed in sheer appreciation.
She heard his belt unbuckle and only noticed belatedly where his hands had gone. She gulped and kept looking up. His mouth quirked sexily and after he’d stepped out of his trousers, he put his hands on her arms and pulled her around so that he could sit her on the side of the bed.
Obeying some impulse, Analia leaned forward and pulled Sasha’s mask off his face and over his head. He drew back for a moment. She couldn’t really make out his features in the gloom but she cupped his face in her small hands, feeling the bristle of his beard tickle her palms. And then she bent forward and pressed her mouth to his.
For a moment he seemed startled and then he took control, coming up to kneel between her legs, spreading them apart, mouth open, tongue thrusting deep, exactly where she hungered for it.
She barely felt his hands at her back, lowering her zipper, or then reaching down to take her shoes off her feet. Or when they trailed up under her dress to her thighs where he found the tops of her stockings and started to roll them down.
She was only aware of how she never wanted to stop kissing him. Of how his overlong hair felt so silky between her fingers as she clasped his head. And of the intensely masculine way his beard tickled her soft skin.
When he drew back Analia went with him, loathe to break the contact. He was breathing raggedly, or was it her? She didn’t know anymore, her heartbeat was so loud. Gently he pushed her back slightly and she only realized what he’d done when her dress fell to her waist.
Instantly she felt embarrassed and went to cover her breasts but his hands stopped hers. ‘No. You’re beautiful. I want to look at you.’
He kept her hands captive and pulled them apart baring her to his hot gaze. Analia knew she should be feeling ashamed but she couldn’t drum it up. Intense excitement spiked her blood. She could feel her breasts responding, the tips puckering tight, aching for his touch.
When he let her hands go he pushed closer, bunching her dress up even higher so her thighs were exposed. Cupping one pertly plump breast in his hand, Sasha flicked a thumb over one deeply sensitized nipple, Analia moaned softly.
Then he bent his head and with his tongue, tasted the taut peak, exploring all around it until she felt as if she might explode from the gentle touch. She was about to beg when he drew the aching tip into his mouth and sucked fiercely making her cry out.
After long seconds of delicious torture, Sasha drew back and said in a low roughened voice, ‘Move back.’
Analia’s limbs felt like liquid but she scooted back on the bed, her dress falling down more with the movement so she was completely bared from the waist up. Sasha bent forward and slipped his hands under her bottom and hips and gently tugged the dress from under her, over her hips and thighs and off where she heard it fall in a silken swish on the floor.
Now all she wore were her lace panties. Then his hands were there too. Analia’s breath felt
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