prepared sandwiches and chips with ginger beer. It only took a single glance from the happily full-bellied man to rev her libido back to full force. She had gotten to the point where she felt more in control of her starved libido and chowed down merrily on the food. Nicolette was savoring the last of her chips when she felt his gaze on her. She looked up and was caught by the intensity of the orbs watching her eat. He had already devoured his meal and she was delighted that he ate everything she put on his plate.
Dominic’s eyes seemed to anticipate every mouthful she took and the weight of his eyes were too much to bear while she chewed. The look scorched her well enough that she was incapable of the innate motions needed to swallow. The chip disintegrated in her mouth and formed a dry paste that forced her to sip her drink or suffocate. She did, but even the wash of brisk ginger on her palate did nothing to wet her thick tongue.
“I need you again, Nicolette. Can I have you?” Dominic asked as if he didn’t care what her response was as his eyes said he was going to have her anyway. And she would let him without hesitation.
She didn’t say anything, there was no need to. Nicolette merely stood up and efficiently laid both plates in the sink. When she turned around he stood at attention in every way, his dick thick and ready, his eyes only for her.
“Come here.” She sauntered towards him with an exaggerated sway to her hips. When she was half way there, she unfastened her towel and let the heavy sheet hit the floor before she continued onwards. His nostrils flared and his mouth parted as if he longed to taste her.
When she reached him, he told her to lie down on the table. He helped her with easy caresses along her limbs. The polished wood was cool at first, then reflected the heat of her skin back at her a hundredfold. First, he grazed over her skin with his fingers, just allowed the digits free reign and aimlessly roved her flesh. There seemed to be no clear destination, just the wandering of his hands was to be a journey in its self. But moments later she realized he was playing connect the dots with her as the paper. She had never been fond of her freckles until this very moment and she had always thought them ugly, or at least not becoming on her. But he made the spots so much more and his touch started a sparkle of pleasure that destroyed her somehow. He was too gentle, too loving, it was too much for her to tolerate anymore. Nicolette rocked back and forth over the table. She wasn’t sure if she was attempting to get away from him or if she sought more of it. All she knew was she was so close to eruption the tension couldn’t become any greater than it was now. Every ounce of flesh begged for him to give her the impetus she needed to shatter into a billion hungry pieces.
Neanderthal in the Information Age
Dominic showered in cold water after Nicolette was clean and his cock was still hard enough to pound nails. He didn’t plan of having her do anything this weekend. She had gone to the trouble of planning a vacation, albeit with a few twists, but he wanted to ensure she got the R and R that she desperately needed. He never realized how stressful being a writer actually was until Nicolette came into his life. He was just like so many others, and saw the job as luxurious with no set hours and only required some effort. But after seeing how plot twists, nail-biting edits and unflattering reviews made her feel had him thinking Nicolette’s career seemed more fraught with frustration than joy.
Her latest series had taken off and while she was no Rowling or Meyer, there had been a few conversations with Hollywood producers about a feature film based on her novels. The fact that she made more money than he did was of little concern. That surprised him as he never imagined being a kept man or not being the head of his household. But the idea of his bottom line had
Dominic’s eyes seemed to anticipate every mouthful she took and the weight of his eyes were too much to bear while she chewed. The look scorched her well enough that she was incapable of the innate motions needed to swallow. The chip disintegrated in her mouth and formed a dry paste that forced her to sip her drink or suffocate. She did, but even the wash of brisk ginger on her palate did nothing to wet her thick tongue.
“I need you again, Nicolette. Can I have you?” Dominic asked as if he didn’t care what her response was as his eyes said he was going to have her anyway. And she would let him without hesitation.
She didn’t say anything, there was no need to. Nicolette merely stood up and efficiently laid both plates in the sink. When she turned around he stood at attention in every way, his dick thick and ready, his eyes only for her.
“Come here.” She sauntered towards him with an exaggerated sway to her hips. When she was half way there, she unfastened her towel and let the heavy sheet hit the floor before she continued onwards. His nostrils flared and his mouth parted as if he longed to taste her.
When she reached him, he told her to lie down on the table. He helped her with easy caresses along her limbs. The polished wood was cool at first, then reflected the heat of her skin back at her a hundredfold. First, he grazed over her skin with his fingers, just allowed the digits free reign and aimlessly roved her flesh. There seemed to be no clear destination, just the wandering of his hands was to be a journey in its self. But moments later she realized he was playing connect the dots with her as the paper. She had never been fond of her freckles until this very moment and she had always thought them ugly, or at least not becoming on her. But he made the spots so much more and his touch started a sparkle of pleasure that destroyed her somehow. He was too gentle, too loving, it was too much for her to tolerate anymore. Nicolette rocked back and forth over the table. She wasn’t sure if she was attempting to get away from him or if she sought more of it. All she knew was she was so close to eruption the tension couldn’t become any greater than it was now. Every ounce of flesh begged for him to give her the impetus she needed to shatter into a billion hungry pieces.
Neanderthal in the Information Age
Dominic showered in cold water after Nicolette was clean and his cock was still hard enough to pound nails. He didn’t plan of having her do anything this weekend. She had gone to the trouble of planning a vacation, albeit with a few twists, but he wanted to ensure she got the R and R that she desperately needed. He never realized how stressful being a writer actually was until Nicolette came into his life. He was just like so many others, and saw the job as luxurious with no set hours and only required some effort. But after seeing how plot twists, nail-biting edits and unflattering reviews made her feel had him thinking Nicolette’s career seemed more fraught with frustration than joy.
Her latest series had taken off and while she was no Rowling or Meyer, there had been a few conversations with Hollywood producers about a feature film based on her novels. The fact that she made more money than he did was of little concern. That surprised him as he never imagined being a kept man or not being the head of his household. But the idea of his bottom line had
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