Excerpt from Naughty Elizabeth’s Romantic Surrender
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Lost in these fancies, I was startled by a voice that interrupted my thoughts.
“May I come in, Elizabeth?”
It was Raleigh’s voice and I was elated at once.
“Yes, certainly!” I said, looking to the stable door. I didn’t remember closing it, but it was, and I realized then how lost in thought I’d been. The light in the stable was soft and cozy as I glanced about for Raleigh. I felt a presence nearby, and it was doused with a heady virile fragrance. Yet, something about this touched me as different about Raleigh and I wondered if he’d bought a new cologne.
“Remove the relic.”
I was confused, and touched the necklace he’d given me. “No, please. I love it so.”
There was a heavy moment’s silence. Then the inflections of Raleigh’s voice changed, and he sounded fierce, impatient. “Take it off, Elizabeth.”
My skin prickled uncomfortably. “Raleigh? Where are you?”
“I want to watch you,” he said.
I wasn’t sure what he meant. “Come, come sit with me!”
“Unbutton your blouse,” he commanded. “I want to see your breasts.”
I giggled with embarrassment. “Mister Hunt!”
“Unbutton it now.”
His voice was sensually luring. Blushing, I unbuttoned the top button of my blouse and then a second. But I hesitated then, dreading the thought of someone coming in on us.
“All of them.”
I was very nervous now, and the presence seemed to come very close. The virile fragrance sent waves of sensation coursing through me. And as I felt an invisible hand skim the length of my hair, my reluctance fled beneath a maddening carnal desire that filled me head and soul. I unbuttoned the last of the buttons, and my breasts ached for attention. I lifted my breasts from the confining white bra, and was compelled to massage them and pinch my nipples lightly. They hardened and grew hard with feeling. I was aflame with passion now. Raleigh was not there, but I thought I could taste him now, and my nether mouth grew wet for his touch. The rest of the world receded into oblivion as my mind seemed to feel his strong hands skimming over my shoulders.
“You want me, yes?”
I answered with a deep moan, and he told me to lie back on the hay. The hands glided the length of my legs.
©2007 Anya Howard
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