stepped into my bedroom and shut the door.
“You’re awake.” He smiled, standing at the end of my bed, clad in loose pants held at the waist with a drawstring. His chest was bare, the nipples tightening as he watched my body’s involuntary squirming as it sought relief from the unrelenting arousal filling it.
Behind the loose pants, I could see his cock swell, pushing at the fabric, proving he wore nothing beneath. “I have a little surprise for you, darling.” He slipped the fastenings at my ankles and wrists free with a gentle caress to the sore limbs.
“George, please,” I begged, for the first time in the last…it had to be at least twelve hours. “Don’t do this to me.” I found it difficult to stand. My limbs shook with hypersensitive nerves, pushed beyond any point I had ever experienced. Even the friction of my thighs touching sent waves of arousal through me.
“They’ve already seen you, Gina. Touched and tasted you while you were resting,” he informed me as he eased a diaphanous robe over my arms.
Despite my hesitation, my body stirred just as it had during my first encounter at the bookstore with Gideon and earlier with Mike. I wondered just how far George would take this. At the same time, that animalistic urge in my brain whispered its need to stretch beyond limits I’d set based on the values and mores of polite society.
Meeting a Neighbor’s Needs
45
Deciding to put my faith in George again, I turned what attention I could to the robe he’d draped around me. The deep, U-shaped bodice was designed to expose my full, naked breasts while emphasizing the narrowness of my waist. Taking his time to smooth his hands over my waist to my ass, he held me close, nose buried beneath the honey-colored waves of my hair, drawing in deep breaths, as if trying to inhale my very essence and hold it in his lungs. Warm fingertips stroked over my back, identifying every rib, each vertebra, as if tactilely creating a map of my body. The feel of his engorged member pressing against my damp curls through the thin barrier of cotton made me moan.
Pulling his hands from beneath the robe, he carefully fastened the loops over the buttons before again caressing my waist, this time skimming over the silky fabric covering me. His venerate touch as he arranged my breasts so the pointed nipples jutted out eased some, but not all, of my fears. The sleeves were flowing with broad band cuffs, lending the billowing fabric the allure of a Hollywood pirate’s blouse. The floor-length skirt exposed me from the tightly cinched waist to the floor since the fabric didn’t meet in the front, but gathered in pleated folds at the curve of each hip.
Still unsure, I shook my head. “I can’t do this.” I sobbed, reaching to touch his muscled chest with a trembling hand.
His green eyes met mine, their depths dark with understanding. Dipping his head, his lips sipped at mine, drifted over my cheek to catch the single tear that had escaped. “Just this once, Gina. I swear, I will never ask this of you again.” And the truth was there in his eyes.
He wasn’t lying to me. It would be only this one time. In a voice too soft to be heard beyond the two of us, he added, “They’re clean. I made them get tested when I planned this.”
His fingertips lightly caressed my trembling breast before easing into the wet curls at the juncture of my thighs. “I want to watch you. There’s something about you, love. In passion you are incandescent.” Slipping his fingers between the petals guarding my moist sheath, he stroked the tender opening. Lifting the damp fingertips to his lips, he sipped at the wetness gathered on his calloused pads. “Just this once.”
46 Qwillia Rain
His coaxing and my trembling body betrayed my common sense, much as it had in those minutes following Gideon’s first thrust into my body. Then as now, I could see the need to satisfy his curiosity burning in George’s eyes. Despite how unusual this
“You’re awake.” He smiled, standing at the end of my bed, clad in loose pants held at the waist with a drawstring. His chest was bare, the nipples tightening as he watched my body’s involuntary squirming as it sought relief from the unrelenting arousal filling it.
Behind the loose pants, I could see his cock swell, pushing at the fabric, proving he wore nothing beneath. “I have a little surprise for you, darling.” He slipped the fastenings at my ankles and wrists free with a gentle caress to the sore limbs.
“George, please,” I begged, for the first time in the last…it had to be at least twelve hours. “Don’t do this to me.” I found it difficult to stand. My limbs shook with hypersensitive nerves, pushed beyond any point I had ever experienced. Even the friction of my thighs touching sent waves of arousal through me.
“They’ve already seen you, Gina. Touched and tasted you while you were resting,” he informed me as he eased a diaphanous robe over my arms.
Despite my hesitation, my body stirred just as it had during my first encounter at the bookstore with Gideon and earlier with Mike. I wondered just how far George would take this. At the same time, that animalistic urge in my brain whispered its need to stretch beyond limits I’d set based on the values and mores of polite society.
Meeting a Neighbor’s Needs
45
Deciding to put my faith in George again, I turned what attention I could to the robe he’d draped around me. The deep, U-shaped bodice was designed to expose my full, naked breasts while emphasizing the narrowness of my waist. Taking his time to smooth his hands over my waist to my ass, he held me close, nose buried beneath the honey-colored waves of my hair, drawing in deep breaths, as if trying to inhale my very essence and hold it in his lungs. Warm fingertips stroked over my back, identifying every rib, each vertebra, as if tactilely creating a map of my body. The feel of his engorged member pressing against my damp curls through the thin barrier of cotton made me moan.
Pulling his hands from beneath the robe, he carefully fastened the loops over the buttons before again caressing my waist, this time skimming over the silky fabric covering me. His venerate touch as he arranged my breasts so the pointed nipples jutted out eased some, but not all, of my fears. The sleeves were flowing with broad band cuffs, lending the billowing fabric the allure of a Hollywood pirate’s blouse. The floor-length skirt exposed me from the tightly cinched waist to the floor since the fabric didn’t meet in the front, but gathered in pleated folds at the curve of each hip.
Still unsure, I shook my head. “I can’t do this.” I sobbed, reaching to touch his muscled chest with a trembling hand.
His green eyes met mine, their depths dark with understanding. Dipping his head, his lips sipped at mine, drifted over my cheek to catch the single tear that had escaped. “Just this once, Gina. I swear, I will never ask this of you again.” And the truth was there in his eyes.
He wasn’t lying to me. It would be only this one time. In a voice too soft to be heard beyond the two of us, he added, “They’re clean. I made them get tested when I planned this.”
His fingertips lightly caressed my trembling breast before easing into the wet curls at the juncture of my thighs. “I want to watch you. There’s something about you, love. In passion you are incandescent.” Slipping his fingers between the petals guarding my moist sheath, he stroked the tender opening. Lifting the damp fingertips to his lips, he sipped at the wetness gathered on his calloused pads. “Just this once.”
46 Qwillia Rain
His coaxing and my trembling body betrayed my common sense, much as it had in those minutes following Gideon’s first thrust into my body. Then as now, I could see the need to satisfy his curiosity burning in George’s eyes. Despite how unusual this
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