Reverie. Candace Gold
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Название: Reverie
Автор: Candace Gold
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
isbn: 9781616502430
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Their room was a short distance on the right. The man opened the door with an iron key and Nikki stepped inside. As soon as the door had been closed behind them, the bearded man took her into his arms and kissed her passionately. The kiss was filled with hunger, and she returned it with fervent familiarity.
They moved further into the room, and he removed his jacket and vest, carefully folding and placing both across the back of a richly embroidered armchair. Opening his arms, Nikki glided inside their shelter.
His full beard tickled the soft flesh of her neck as he kissed her there.
“My love,” she whispered, encouraging him.
Together they walked arm-in-arm into the bedroom. Nikki sat down on the bed and watched as the man methodically removed his clothes. He was somewhat of a bohemian, possessing a freer spirit than most and completely unabashed by his own nudity. His body was compact and somewhat fleshy around the middle, but virile and most capable of satisfying her every need. As she watched him, she did so without blushing. She enjoyed what she saw and felt her own body respond by sending shivers of delight surging through her. She wanted him and longed to be in his arms.
He sat down beside her and snaked his hand under her long skirt and petticoat before firmly clasping her bottom. She felt the heat of his skin sear through her linen knickers. He sought out the center of her sex and rubbed vigorously, sending fiery sparks of pleasure coursing throughout her body. His long fingers deftly opened her blouse, and she shrugged her shoulders out of it before he set to work on her corset, freeing her heaving breasts which longed to be touched and suckled by him.
One hand fondled a rosy peak, causing it to harden as his lips fastened around her other nipple with tantalizing possessiveness. She quivered with pleasure as her body arched instinctively. The man’s lips began an exploratory journey along her ivory skin as his hands followed closely, arousing her still further. Her soft moans soon filled the room.
He helped her remove the rest of her undergarments, and his eyes feasted upon her lovely body. His gaze turned her bones to liquid as she lay there panting, her chest heaving. Above all else, she was ready to be filled with his sex. However, he didn’t comply. Instead, he teased her further by outlining the beaded tips of her breasts with his forefingers. Then he suckled each one before slowly kissing his way down her body. She let out a whimper. He ignored that and parted her thighs, slowly grazing his fingertips over her sex. She let out a moan.
“Yes, my love,” he whispered as he covered her body with his and entered her. She raked his back with her nails as they found the right tempo to the music which bound their bodies together as one.
Nikki had welcomed him into her body. The pleasure she felt was explosive, but the golden wave of passion and love which flowed between them seemed familiar. He was no stranger to her body and seemed to be taking what he considered rightly his. Afterward as they lay together with his arms about her, she heard the sound of a church bell chiming in the distance. The breeze from the water gently caused the lacy curtains on the windows to billow inward and slowly cool the heat rising from their bodies.
“My darling, I have made a decision,” he declared as he lazily outlined one of her nipples with a long, tapered finger.
“About what?” she asked, hoping it was about divorcing his wife.
“When we return to France, I intend to leave Lily.”
Nikki’s heart began to race as he continued. This was what she wanted more than anything.
“I find I cannot be without you. You make my senses come alive, and thus my music thrives. And without my music, I am nothing.”
“You’ve made me the happiest woman alive,” she said, smothering his face with kisses.
There was no comparison between this robust lover and her stuffy banker husband, Sigismond. She knew her son, Raoul, would not be happy, but it was because of him that she was here today. After all, he had been the one who required a piano tutor. And the rest was merely fate.
The distant chiming of the church bell grew louder and louder, until its incessant ringing woke her…
Nikki’s travel alarm had gone off. Yawning, she shut it and roused herself from the bed. She padded into the bathroom and started the water jets in the shower.
Towels and linens had been supplied for a small service fee. The only thing she’d have to buy was food. Sticking a hand into the shower to test the water, she fiddled with the knobs until she got the temperature just right. It felt delightful. As the water cascaded down her body, the previous night’s dream began to unfold in her mind, and she watched as if it were a movie. What a strange dream it had been. She nearly laughed as she thought about it. With the furnishings in this apartment, no wonder she’d had such a dream. But the man, hadn’t she dreamed of him before? She let the question drop because she could no longer linger in the shower.
Today was her first day of sightseeing, and she couldn’t wait to begin. Twenty minutes later, Nikki put on her leather jacket, grabbed her knapsack filled with maps, camera, wallet–just about everything she might need–and headed out the door, colliding with a man coming out of the apartment next door.
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