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feeling her body beneath skirt and petticoat. He pressed his palm against the hardness of
her pubic bone and she shifted.
Jim glanced at her face to judge her reaction. Her hair tumbled in a golden halo
around her face, spreading over the rough, brown blanket. Her tongue swept over her lips,
a quick flash of pink. Her cheeks were flushed and her forehead shone with perspiration.
As his hand paused, cupping her sex, she lifted her hips, pushing herself into his touch.
She wanted it, wanted him, although probably not nearly as much as he desired her.
He lowered his face and sucked one of her nipples back into his mouth, toying with
it, gently scraping his teeth against it and pulling it with his lips. At the same time, he
began to gather up the folds of her skirt. There was yards of material to pull up, and
beneath it her legs were encased in stockings that covered her legs to her thighs.
Jim reached beneath the folds of skirt and underskirt, his hand sliding up her leg,
feeling the solid weight of it and searching for bare skin. Above the tops of her stockings,
he found it. He caressed her smooth flesh as well as the garters that held up her stockings.
He groaned and suckled her tit harder, deeper into his mouth, pressed his aching erection
against her leg and let his fingers explore higher.
She wiggled and jerked beneath him. Her hand pushed against his shoulder, forcing
him away. He let her nipple slide from his mouth and looked up. She was struggling to
sit, her eyes wide open, glassy, dark. She shook her head and her mouth shaped, No.
He paused for just a moment, touching the warm skin of her thigh and the hem of her
undergarment. Would she continue to protest if he didn t stop? Could he press her to go
further? If he touched her there on her sex, could he make her desire him so much she
wouldn t want to quit?
But her legs were pressing together, shutting him out, and she continued to shake her
head, repeating, No.
Jim took his hand from underneath her skirt and smoothed the material back in place,
covering those two black-stocking clad legs. They were a mystery once more, hidden
beneath the long skirts women wore to try to fool men into thinking of them as something
more than human, as perfect, sexless angels perhaps.
Catherine slipped her beautiful breasts back into her chemise and fastened the front
of her corset, cruelly confining them again. She began buttoning her blouse closed.
I m sorry. No. Her mouth continued to move, too fast, pouring out a stream of
explanation and apology.
Jim didn t need to understand all the words. Sorry, sorry, sorry, but no, they all
said.
He d pushed too far. Now he d be lucky if she even let him kiss her again. His
erection still throbbed and pressed painfully against his trousers. He shifted it as
unobtrusively as he could as he moved to sit beside her on the blanket.
When she was finished straightening her clothes, he slid an arm around her back,
half expecting her to move away from him. But she sat still, staring at her hands in her
lap. He kissed the side of her head, reached for her hand to hold it, and hugged his arm
around her tight in an effort to let her know he was happy simply to hold her. Much as
he d love to have everything, he would gladly settle for this.
Catherine relaxed against him, resting her head on his shoulder. Her hair brushed
against his jaw, and he leaned to breathe in another whiff of her. She reached up to touch
the side of his face, stroking her fingers over his cheek and mouth.
He nuzzled her palm, mouthing the words I love you into her skin. It was what his
mother used to say to him before she hugged him. He understood the words had
something to do with a good, warm feeling inside. They meant you cared for a person.
And he was certainly feeling some powerful, warm emotions for Catherine.
There was so much he wanted to share with her, his thoughts about the world and
life, his ideas and plans for the future. They both needed to learn signing faster so they
could communicate about more than simple, everyday things. He leaned forward to pick
up the discarded book from the edge of the blanket and handed it to her. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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feeling her body beneath skirt and petticoat. He pressed his palm against the hardness of
her pubic bone and she shifted.
Jim glanced at her face to judge her reaction. Her hair tumbled in a golden halo
around her face, spreading over the rough, brown blanket. Her tongue swept over her lips,
a quick flash of pink. Her cheeks were flushed and her forehead shone with perspiration.
As his hand paused, cupping her sex, she lifted her hips, pushing herself into his touch.
She wanted it, wanted him, although probably not nearly as much as he desired her.
He lowered his face and sucked one of her nipples back into his mouth, toying with
it, gently scraping his teeth against it and pulling it with his lips. At the same time, he
began to gather up the folds of her skirt. There was yards of material to pull up, and
beneath it her legs were encased in stockings that covered her legs to her thighs.
Jim reached beneath the folds of skirt and underskirt, his hand sliding up her leg,
feeling the solid weight of it and searching for bare skin. Above the tops of her stockings,
he found it. He caressed her smooth flesh as well as the garters that held up her stockings.
He groaned and suckled her tit harder, deeper into his mouth, pressed his aching erection
against her leg and let his fingers explore higher.
She wiggled and jerked beneath him. Her hand pushed against his shoulder, forcing
him away. He let her nipple slide from his mouth and looked up. She was struggling to
sit, her eyes wide open, glassy, dark. She shook her head and her mouth shaped, No.
He paused for just a moment, touching the warm skin of her thigh and the hem of her
undergarment. Would she continue to protest if he didn t stop? Could he press her to go
further? If he touched her there on her sex, could he make her desire him so much she
wouldn t want to quit?
But her legs were pressing together, shutting him out, and she continued to shake her
head, repeating, No.
Jim took his hand from underneath her skirt and smoothed the material back in place,
covering those two black-stocking clad legs. They were a mystery once more, hidden
beneath the long skirts women wore to try to fool men into thinking of them as something
more than human, as perfect, sexless angels perhaps.
Catherine slipped her beautiful breasts back into her chemise and fastened the front
of her corset, cruelly confining them again. She began buttoning her blouse closed.
I m sorry. No. Her mouth continued to move, too fast, pouring out a stream of
explanation and apology.
Jim didn t need to understand all the words. Sorry, sorry, sorry, but no, they all
said.
He d pushed too far. Now he d be lucky if she even let him kiss her again. His
erection still throbbed and pressed painfully against his trousers. He shifted it as
unobtrusively as he could as he moved to sit beside her on the blanket.
When she was finished straightening her clothes, he slid an arm around her back,
half expecting her to move away from him. But she sat still, staring at her hands in her
lap. He kissed the side of her head, reached for her hand to hold it, and hugged his arm
around her tight in an effort to let her know he was happy simply to hold her. Much as
he d love to have everything, he would gladly settle for this.
Catherine relaxed against him, resting her head on his shoulder. Her hair brushed
against his jaw, and he leaned to breathe in another whiff of her. She reached up to touch
the side of his face, stroking her fingers over his cheek and mouth.
He nuzzled her palm, mouthing the words I love you into her skin. It was what his
mother used to say to him before she hugged him. He understood the words had
something to do with a good, warm feeling inside. They meant you cared for a person.
And he was certainly feeling some powerful, warm emotions for Catherine.
There was so much he wanted to share with her, his thoughts about the world and
life, his ideas and plans for the future. They both needed to learn signing faster so they
could communicate about more than simple, everyday things. He leaned forward to pick
up the discarded book from the edge of the blanket and handed it to her. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]