Bab 384: LUCILLE'S DREAM

Lucille's fear for the beautiful man right above her, was being pushed aside by the heated tenderness of his mouth, by the gentleness in his caressing hands. He carelessly shoved the sheet that has been covering her nakedness down, exposing her bare breasts to his hungry gaze. Hot. He was so hot she could not stand the feel of the thin sheet on her heated hips, twisting around her legs. Her hands were tangled in his thick hair, crushing it in her fingers like so much silk. His shirt was open to his tapered waist, his hard muscles pressing against her soft breasts. The rough, dark hair on his chest rasped erotically over her nipples. A wave of heat heralded a storm of fire, through him, through her.