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She bit her lower
lip as he flipped his hand and caressed the upper curve of
her breast with the back of it. A shudder flashed through
Muriel’s body even as the night’s breeze tightened her
nipple and her breast grew heavy.
“This, Muriel,” his
voice nothing but the merest whisper, “This is the shape of
a woman.” His dark head swooped down and took her nipple
into his mouth in a searing kiss of explanation and
explosive need.
Lightning flashed
through her skin. Her stomach clenched in sensual memory.
Hissing between her teeth, Muriel’s hands flexed. My God
it had been so long since…a groan escaped her lips.
Jacob sucked in a
deep breath before biting her nipple ever so lightly and
circling the dusky rose areola with his tongue.
Just when Muriel
thought sexual oblivion might be inviting her in, she
remembered who held her breast in his hand. “Jacob!”
He took his time
before giving a final sharp suck and released her.
Muriel’s knees
shook. “What are you trying to do?”
Looking a bit lazy
and quite a bit more dangerous, he smirked before answering.
“I’m trying to tell you something, Elle.”
Muriel snagged the
gaping bathrobe and began pulling it back over her exposed
flesh. Except Jacob’s hand intercepted the movement.
“Ah ah.” He shook
his head. Taking her breast more firmly into his grasp,
Jacob studied Muriel’s puzzled gaze with flame and
determination. “I think it’s time we had a serious
discussion.”
Becoming unnerved,
Muriel attempted to back away. “I think you’ve had a few too
many.” She turned towards the sliding glass door. Jacob
would just have to find his way back to his suite and a
black cup of coffee.
Just as she stepped
away, he pulled her back.
Jacob snared the tie
on her bathrobe and reeled her back in. With a deft tug, he
loosened the knot, pulled the tie free and grabbed her hips.
He settled himself snugly against her back, with his rampant
erection firmly tucked into her ass.
“Really, Jacob, what
has come over you?” Muriel couldn’t decide whether to be
really pissed, roughly amused, or completely turned on. Her
body argued with twenty years of experience and left her
mind in a tumult of emotion.
His left arm wrapped
around her waist while his right hand pulled her damp,
curling hair away from the nape of her neck. Muriel
shuddered as his fingers sent chills throughout her entire
body. “I believe, my good friend, we were discussing the
shape of a woman.”
Muriel squirmed, but
stopped the moment she felt his cock grow larger and harder
as her ass danced against him. The silk of her robe and the
fabric of his pants only increased the sensations against
her skin.
His voice dropped
another note. “I was holding your breast and tasting it,
Elle.” His breath surged against her neck in rough gasps.
“And do you know something?” He waited for her response even
as his left hand began a leisurely caressing of her bare
stomach.
Muriel swallowed,
focusing on his words with great effort. “D…d…do I know
what?”
“Hmmm…” Jacob’s
tongue skimmed the outer rim of her ear. “You taste just as
a woman should.”
Oh God….oh God.
Oh God.
Her knees were water. Muriel knew they were. If only she
could open her eyes and see…except his tongue and teeth
tugged and lulled against her ear and jaw. And his
hand…those fingers explored the depths and curves of her
belly button. A delicious, sinful sensation tightened in her
gut. She swayed, rubbing her legs together and smiled with
feline grace as her juices began to flood her pussy.
Abandoning her neck,
Jacob began a determined assault on her shoulders and back,
licking and nibbling. Letting her hair fall down, he began a
strong, kneading path down her side with his right hand.
Muriel let her head
fall back to rest on his shoulder. “You must be drunk,” she
stated in a wistful tone. Nothing this delightful could be
happening. Her body wanted to drown in the loving sensations
of Jacob’s intense and thoughtful attentions.
“Not drunk, Elle.
Completely and totally sane. Because, you see, a woman has
curves…” His right hand slid over her hip, slipping behind
her to cup her ass and slide a finger ever so slowly up her
crack.
“Curves that
entice.”
Muriel squeaked in
surprise as his hand cracked across her butt cheek in a
playful slap.
“Curves that move.”
Both hands reached
around to her front and traced the joint of her thigh and
hips, meeting to tangle and slip between the lips of her
pussy.
“Curves that beg for
attention.”
Nearly insensate
with anticipation and denial, Muriel presented no protest as
Jacob turned her to face him. He pulled her head down so he
could feast upon her open mouth.
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