Syria's Seduction: A New Adult Introduction to the Boudoir Sessions Series Read Online Free PDF
Book: Syria's Seduction: A New Adult Introduction to the Boudoir Sessions Series Read Online Free PDF
Author: Starla Cole
Tags: new adult romance
creating a rhythm with her. The little veins began to twitch and then he pulled her away. “I want to last,” he said. “I want to be with you all night.”
The fire in her blasted all the way through her body, and she let him roll her over. Her shoes hit the floor and his hands were on her knees, pushing up that skirt. “I can’t believe you did this,” he said when he got her bare again, pressing his thumbs against her mound. “It’s so damn hot.”
He rose up on the bed, back to her face, and kissed her. Now lying down, their bodies in full contact, his skin hot beneath her hand, the kiss was much more, like a starter rather than something that stood on its own.
Anthony grasped at the spaghetti straps of her dress and pulled them down her shoulders. She hadn’t worn a bra, since the dress had built-in support, so when he peeled the bodice down, he freed her breasts. “Jesus,” he breathed. “Beautiful.” He lowered his head to capture a nipple in his mouth and so many sensations shot through Syria that she gasped and jerked upward on the bed.
His hands kept working on the dress, taking it to her waist, even as he moved from one breast to the other. Syria clasped his head, trying to hang on, overwhelmed by everything she was feeling. Her hips moved on their own, making a slow gyration against his waist. He broke away from her and pulled the dress the rest of the way off, and now she was as naked as him.
No one had seen her his way, not even her mother, not since she was small. He braced himself over her, just looking. Syria felt self conscious of her bony hips, the flare of her thighs, a couple nicks on her skin that bothered her, caused by crossing through barbed wire too many times when she was young.
“You’re amazing,” he said, his expression reverent. “God, I hope you let me photograph this tomorrow. I won’t let a soul see them other than me, I swear.”
Syria felt like parts of her were weeping, she was so wet. Anthony leaned down and kissed her belly button, then went down lower, like she had with him. Her legs opened without her consciously telling them to and then he was there, his mouth between her thighs, tongue flicking against her.
He slipped a finger inside and her head fell back. The two things at once caused something crazy to happen to her, something she’d gotten close to a time or two by rubbing herself, but never could quite reach.
Anthony felt her responding and sucked harder, drawing a bit of her into his mouth. This time, when he flicked his tongue across it, she knew something was happening, a strange intense feeling, like when you lift a box that is too heavy and you’re straining. It built up between his fingers and his mouth, rising, tightening, and now her hands were grasping fists full of the sheets. Her calf tried to cramp so she shifted it down, hoping she didn’t move Anthony, because now something was really starting to go.
Then she was over the top, across the rise, and instead of everything being tight and intense, it all came loose, pulsing, cascading. She could feel the muscles contracting against Anthony’s face. Holy crap, this was an orgasm. She’d just had one!
The room seemed filled with tiny spots of light. Her head was rushing even as Anthony slowed down, knowing, she guessed, that his had happened. Her body relaxed against the bed and she stared at the dim ceiling. Wow wow wow wow!
She wanted to laugh. How could they do it again? Syria pulled Anthony up closer to her. “Oh my God! You did that!” Now giggles did burst out of her. “That was unbelievable!”
Anthony grinned. “I live to serve.”
Syria held on to his jaw, looking into the shadows of his eyes. “I can’t believe it.”
He braced himself over her and began grinding against her thighs. She opened for him and he rested against her, the head of him just touching her folds. There was more! Of course there was. Her heart hammered as he played on the edge, just barely pushing
The fire in her blasted all the way through her body, and she let him roll her over. Her shoes hit the floor and his hands were on her knees, pushing up that skirt. “I can’t believe you did this,” he said when he got her bare again, pressing his thumbs against her mound. “It’s so damn hot.”
He rose up on the bed, back to her face, and kissed her. Now lying down, their bodies in full contact, his skin hot beneath her hand, the kiss was much more, like a starter rather than something that stood on its own.
Anthony grasped at the spaghetti straps of her dress and pulled them down her shoulders. She hadn’t worn a bra, since the dress had built-in support, so when he peeled the bodice down, he freed her breasts. “Jesus,” he breathed. “Beautiful.” He lowered his head to capture a nipple in his mouth and so many sensations shot through Syria that she gasped and jerked upward on the bed.
His hands kept working on the dress, taking it to her waist, even as he moved from one breast to the other. Syria clasped his head, trying to hang on, overwhelmed by everything she was feeling. Her hips moved on their own, making a slow gyration against his waist. He broke away from her and pulled the dress the rest of the way off, and now she was as naked as him.
No one had seen her his way, not even her mother, not since she was small. He braced himself over her, just looking. Syria felt self conscious of her bony hips, the flare of her thighs, a couple nicks on her skin that bothered her, caused by crossing through barbed wire too many times when she was young.
“You’re amazing,” he said, his expression reverent. “God, I hope you let me photograph this tomorrow. I won’t let a soul see them other than me, I swear.”
Syria felt like parts of her were weeping, she was so wet. Anthony leaned down and kissed her belly button, then went down lower, like she had with him. Her legs opened without her consciously telling them to and then he was there, his mouth between her thighs, tongue flicking against her.
He slipped a finger inside and her head fell back. The two things at once caused something crazy to happen to her, something she’d gotten close to a time or two by rubbing herself, but never could quite reach.
Anthony felt her responding and sucked harder, drawing a bit of her into his mouth. This time, when he flicked his tongue across it, she knew something was happening, a strange intense feeling, like when you lift a box that is too heavy and you’re straining. It built up between his fingers and his mouth, rising, tightening, and now her hands were grasping fists full of the sheets. Her calf tried to cramp so she shifted it down, hoping she didn’t move Anthony, because now something was really starting to go.
Then she was over the top, across the rise, and instead of everything being tight and intense, it all came loose, pulsing, cascading. She could feel the muscles contracting against Anthony’s face. Holy crap, this was an orgasm. She’d just had one!
The room seemed filled with tiny spots of light. Her head was rushing even as Anthony slowed down, knowing, she guessed, that his had happened. Her body relaxed against the bed and she stared at the dim ceiling. Wow wow wow wow!
She wanted to laugh. How could they do it again? Syria pulled Anthony up closer to her. “Oh my God! You did that!” Now giggles did burst out of her. “That was unbelievable!”
Anthony grinned. “I live to serve.”
Syria held on to his jaw, looking into the shadows of his eyes. “I can’t believe it.”
He braced himself over her and began grinding against her thighs. She opened for him and he rested against her, the head of him just touching her folds. There was more! Of course there was. Her heart hammered as he played on the edge, just barely pushing