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Edited from “Prodigal Summer” by Barbara Kingsolver

While they’d been speaking he had moved on top of her, supporting his weight on his elbows, and gently slid inside her without changing the tone of his voice or the conversation. She inhaled sharply, but he touched a finger to her lips and kept talking. “No, I can’t see you with an apple on your desk. I see you throwing chalk.”

She lay perfectly still, catching her breath.
“Maybe I threw some chalk, I don’t remember – (she talks for a while.)

He had begun to move inside her, unhurriedly. It took some concentration to keep her voice steady. She felt the corners of her mouth drawing back.

He held her eyes, smiling, while he slowly moved his hips. Her pelvis tilted, reaching for him.

He slipped a hand under her in the small of her back and pushed himself up very far inside her until she began to lose her train of thought. He had a way of reaching against hr pelvic bone, creating a kind of pressure in a place no man had found before. Intercourse with Eddie Bondo was a miracle of nature. . He held her there, with her back arched, and chuckled softly against her cheek.
 
I lay, listening to his breathing and the occasional traffic passing outside.

I thought back over the extraordinary events of the day. The disastrous show, my depression and then meeting this amazing man.

I allowed myself to free the feelings I had been carefully stifling all evening. I moved my hand stealthily under the blanket and touched myself at the crotch of my panties.

I had to satisfy myself or I knew I wouldn't sleep. I slid the leg of the panties aside and started to gently stroke. I was quite wet already and easily aroused. It wasn't long before I was arching and straining, a powerful orgasm building in me. I turned my head to muffle the cries I couldn't help, then lay back feeling the tension drain from my mind and body.

Soon after I must have slept, lulled by the sound of this exhausted man's rhythmic breathing and my own body's release.

I was dreaming that soft hands were caressing my face and a voice was murmuring something I couldn't understand. I woke with a start; something moist was crawling on my neck.

I roughly tried to brush it away and hit something solid and warm. "Oh no!" a voice in the darkness said, "It's only me. I didn't mean to frighten you"
 
My mother always told me that reading was a better pursuit of time rather than watching TV. God bless mom!
 
With his palms still containing her hardening breasts he let his tongue leave a cool trail down her body from the hollow of her neck to her navel.

Her hands were resting on his shoulders. She shifted her legs, opening them un-ashamedly, inviting him lower. He caught the scent of her arousal and felt his cock stir.

He removed one hand from her left breast and placed it on her thigh, with the other he gently pushed her to lie back and lifted her legs up on to the bed.

She allowed him to move her as he wished and when he slid a hand into the waistband of her panties she raised her hips from the bed to help him slip them off.

Almost as if she had reached the limit of her control, she let out a low growl and wrenched at his underpants. He helped her lower them past his swollen penis and she swallowed when she saw how aroused he was.

He stood by the bed and gazed down at her, his erection hard and proud. She reached out and grasped it in a cool hand, amazed at the heat of it. He gave a sharp intake of breath as she gently manipulated his penis. “Take care. I’m ready to explode.” He said huskily
 
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Come here GP...we can read a chapter then act it out. How many chapters long is this novel?:devil:
 
They're from different sources and I bet you don't have the stamina to keep up........:D
 
His hands grasped her hips and he positioned himself with his face buried between her spread legs. His tongue found her clit and flicked it, much as it had flicked her taut nipples. Her body stiffened and she gasped, her hands grasping his hair.

He gently introduced a finger to her soaking cunt, then a second, moving them, fucking her slowly as he sucked and licked her hard clit.

She writhed and moaned, saying his name over and over. He raised his eyes to watch her ecstasy, increasing the speed of his fingers.

Her legs came up and wrapped him, holding his head to her. As she lifted her hips from the bed he let his free hand find her bud.

It was slick with the juices that had trickled down and he gently circled the puckered bud. She thrashed and cried out.

He found it hard to keep his two fingers in her but his mouth remained on her working its magic. He didn’t press into her bud --- “not yet,” he thought, “not yet.”

He felt the walls of her cunt lengthen and straighten, quiver and pulse -- deeper he drove, adding a third finger carefully.

She gave an animal cry and pulled on his hair, making him wince. Around his fingers her body seemed to draw him in, consume him.

She arched violently and he watched her body slowly flush pink as she climaxed. After a few juddering moans she sank back, gasping for breath.
 
guilty pleasure said:
They're from different sources and I bet you don't have the stamina to keep up........:D

heh heh you really don't know me very well:devil:
 
sweet soft kiss said:
Oh my ... I nearly bought that book on Saturday....

*running back to the Barnes and Noble* :D

Now look what you've done GP...

We won't hear from SSK for who knows how long - she'll be too engrossed in reading to post :(
 
Edited from “Birdsong” by Sebastian Faulks

Isabelle was beginning to breath hard again. She said. “Please, my love, please now, please.” She could no longer bear his teasing..

In her left hand she grasped the part of him she wanted to feel inside her and the shock of her action stopped him in his caressing.

She opened her legs a little farther for him, to make him welcome, because she wanted him to be there. She felt the sheet beneath her as her legs spread out and she guided him into her.

She heard him sigh and saw him take the rumpled sheet between his teeth and begin to bite it. He barely moved inside her, as though he were afraid of the sensation or of what it might produce.

Isabelle settles herself luxuriously on the feeling of impalement. It rolled around the rim, the very edges of her; it filled her with desire and happiness. I am at last what I am, she thought; I was born for this…………edited…

She heard him cry out and felt a surge inside her; he seemed suddenly to swell in her so that their flesh almost fused.

The shock and intimacy of what he had just done, leaving this deposit of himself, precipitated a shuddering response, like the first time, only shorter, fiercer, in a way that made her lose contact with the world
 
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