Thursday, 29 April 2010
04:18:02 PM (GMT)
John clasped her so close to his broad chest that she could hardly breathe. Not that
she could breathe anyway he was kissing her so deeply, so urgently, as if she might
at any moment be torn away from him.
He lifted his head breaking the kiss, 'Not now' Rose found herself saying 'God's
sake, not now' her voice was heavy with, she realised, passion. Tilting her body back
in his arms he rained kisses down on her, his mouth tracing a fiery path down the
column of her throat to the neckline of her gown.
The sensation of his mouth devouring hers, his hands on her straining breasts was
threatening to overwhelm Rose. It was everything she suspected it would be.......only
so much more.
Then, when his knee slipped between her weakening legs and she felt his hard thigh
against the place where her legs joined together, the resulting shock that shot
through her was like nothing she had experienced before. Suddenly she understood.
John moved his head and torso away from Rose kneeling up on the bed. The look of his
body, bronzed from the outside sun, sent tremors through her. The dark hair that
furred his chest and arms was echoed on his legs and a thick patch of it nestled
between his legs where-
Rose quickly lifted her gaze, her lips parting, but John wasnt going to give her
chance to reconsider, he took up one of her bare feet in his hands and began kissing
the delicate arch. Rose gasped and tried to pull her foot away, shocked by the
intensity of the sensation - and her body's reaction to it.
But John stopped kissing the sole of her foot only to burn a trail of kisses up her
legs, his tongue branding her calves, the backs of her knees, the insides of her
thighs. That was when Rose, head back on the pillow was certain he would stop. But
instead of stopping, John took hold of her wrists, pulling her into a sitting
position and in a single practiced motion whipped the gown over her head, leaving her
naked to his glance.