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to the moist slit of her pussy. Extended and waiting for his probing finger, he found her clit. The young
girl jolted and bucked, crying out her ecstasy. She came just in time to receive the blasting fountains of
come her brother spurted into the quivering folds of her cunt.
Chapter 6
"The first motel," Tanya had said as a joke when Chance first asked her where she'd like to go on their
honeymoon. Chance wanted Spain, and Tanya decided England or Italy would be nice. In the end, they
compromised on Miami since it was the only spot the young attorney's bank book could afford,
especially since it was just before the winter tourist season.
"Shall we go downstairs for dinner?" Chance turned to his new wife after the bell hop left them alone in
their suite. "Or would you prefer room service?"
"Are you kidding? I've been waiting for this for three months," Tanya said, "and if you think you're going
to walk out of this room to get something to eat, just forget it, Mr. Chance Weston." He laughed. He
had no intention of leaving the room. He also had waited three months for this night.
"Now, you wait right here," Tanya said, pulling a small suitcase from the bed. "It'll take me a little while
to prepare myself." She started toward the bathroom connected to their bedroom. Chance called after
her, "Hey, wait a minute! The wedding's over. We're married now. Don't I get to shower with you?" The
beautiful new bride shivered visibly, with excitement, not fear. "That's one of the sexiest ideas I've heard
lately ... but not now, love. Don't be mad, please. I've been planning for this ever since you popped the
question. Put up with me for a few more minutes." "Yes, ma'am," he said with a nod. "Anything you
want. I'll be waiting right here."
He didn't mind. Despite the mutual knowledge of their bodies, Tanya was still a virgin-still a girl. And she
was nervous. She wanted him, had wanted him for three months, but she still held that girlish fear of the
unknown, that uncertainty of taking a man into her body, the transition from girl to woman. He could
wait and let things happen as they happened. This night would be good for him. He just wanted to make
sure it was good for her.
The sound of a shower came from the bathroom. He smiled and rose from the edge of the bed where he
had been sitting. Quickly scooting their luggage to one side of the room, he opened one bag and
extracted a robe and a shaving kit. There was another bathroom attached to the living area of their suite.
This he used for a quick shower and shave. And afterward, a brisk dash of Russian Leather. It was
Tanya's favorite. Slipping into the robe, he walked back into the bedroom. There, tucked beneath the
bed, was the ice bucket, two glasses, and bottle of champagne he had ordered to be secreted there
when he made the reservations. He pulled them out and placed them on the dresser. He had quietly
extracted the cork and poured two chilled glasses by the time Tanya's shower stopped. Leaving the
glasses on the dresser, he returned to sit on the edge of the bed.
A moment later the door to the bathroom opened and Tanya stepped out.
He found himself sucking in a deep breath in an involuntary reaction.
She was beautiful, an alluring goddess come to earth. "Like it?" she asked, uncertainty in her voice. "I
picked it out especially for tonight."
"Beautiful," he nodded unable to find the words to all the things he was feeling. "The most beautiful
woman in the world." His virgin bride wore a long, black, lacy negligee. It was sheer, giving glimpses of
the voluptuous body beneath, but the intricate pattern of the lace completely obscured all the vital areas
of her body.
"I thought black would be sexier than white," she said, smiling now that she realized he did indeed like
the gown. "It's also easy to get out of."
Rising from the bed, he walked to her and pulled her to him, holding her tenderly while they kissed long
and lovingly. The fabric of the gown was so thin he could feel her warmth suffuse through it. "Mrs.
Weston, have I told you I love you?"
"Not in the past half-hour," she said with a pleased sigh as their lips parted. "And that's thirty minutes too
long."
"I love you." They kissed again, her arms holding him a little bit tighter, but he could detect traces of
tension and nervousness within her. He expected that. Thus the champagne.
When they separated again, he reached to the dresser and lifted their glasses.
"Mmmmmmm," she said sipping the golden wine. "This is a nice surprise." "Especially for you," he
replied. It was. A bit of alcohol would help relax her, and that was what he wanted. Too much would
numb her. Exactly what he didn't want.
So by the time they had shared that one glass and several more kisses, he was ready to get down to the
matter at hand-making love to his wife. "Do you want me to take this off?" she asked, indicating she
was ready for the real wedding.
"I'd rather." He reached out and slowly unfastened the buttons of her gown. Her eyes were on his. Her
breathing was short and quick, nervous. When the last button came free, he slowly opened the gown,
like an artist unveiling a sculpture. It slid from her shoulders and dropped to the floor around her ankles.
His eyes took in all of her, devouring the unashamed beauty that stood before him. It was the first time
he had ever seen her totally naked, and all the hints he had before didn't equal the magnificent woman
that now offered herself to him-his wife.
Her hair, raven black and shining, hung loosely at her shoulders in a neat flip. Her breasts, though he had
seen and played with them before, now looked opulently large, like creamy melons, ripe and full. Her
stomach, flat and taut, trembled slightly as his eyes roved downward. Her hips were flared, feminine and
seductive. Her calves shapely and her thighs supple and smooth. But his eyes focused on the dark
triangle of fleece bushed over the womanly bulge of her pubis. There awaited the virgin treasure his bride [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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