She lay sleeping covered by a sheer wrap she wore, and in the early morning light I could tell the wrap was all that separated her from the breeze off the lake rippling the light sheer of her curtains. Taut nipples standing out from their soft contour accentuated her ample upturned breasts. A tapered waistline met the swell of her hips, tantalizing me to imagine the hidden dark swatch of her sex.
I crawled into bed with her. She stirred when I dropped a light kiss across those voluptuous lips, and a big smile greeted me when she opened her eyes.
“Well, well, this is a surprise. To what do I owe this honor?” she asked, her voice husky with sleep. “I didn’t think I was going to see you until tomorrow.’
“I wanted to see you.” My gaze drifted down her body. “You do realize how your sheer wrap leaves little to the imagination?”
“I think the better question is do you like what you see?”
“Very much,” I said.
“Well, then, Mr. Connor McClane, maybe you should do something about that.”
As I reached to take her into my arms, she held up her hand, stopping me. She pulled me to my feet. I was perfectly still while she unbuttoned my shirt and inched it off my body. She ran her fingers through the sprinkle of hair dusting my chest, and undressed me piece by piece until I stood naked in front of her. She admired the view before pulling a condom from the bedside table and rolling it on my throbbing erection.
She’s working me like a top. I loved every second of it.
Meredith dropped the sheer wrap to the carpeted floor. Her lips parted and met mine with a shared hunger. Our bodies molded together in a passionate embrace while our tongues moved with the finesse of a well-rehearsed dance. Hands, uninhibited in their frenzy, teased every response to fever pitch.
Panting, I threw the large throw cushion from the foot of the bed to the floor. My cock was hard as granite, demanding relief. I lifted Meredith and laid her on the plush pillow, elevating her hips in open invitation. She threw her head back, arched her back, and spread her legs. I knelt and thrust my cock into her wetness. Rapture shot through me as her warm cunt enveloped me. She responded by wrapping her legs around my torso, pulling me even deeper into her. Each thrust contributed to an increasing urgency that became a desperate need for physical release. There was none of the subtlety normally attributed to the nuance of romance or making love. Oh no. This was like an adrenalin junkie’s dream, and I lost myself in the moment.
Then, for reasons I couldn’t explain, everything changed. Maybe it happened when I looked into those radiant blue eyes and recognized her expression of pure lust. Maybe it was my desire to prolong this moment. Whatever the reason, I wanted more. It would have been easy to give in to everything my body begged for. Too easy! I loved watching this woman becoming lost in her sexuality. It was the most beautiful thing I could imagine. It ruined me for anything less.
Containing all things romance.