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| The Orient Express |
I am fascinated by comfortable, leisurely travel since I love to visit new places. Can you imagine dining like this??
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| The Orient Express in Andaluz |
And just for a tease, here is a section of my heroine Holly's train fantasy, just for you.
Her
Marine knelt behind her and rested his face against the inward curve of the
small of her back. He inhaled as though smelling her deepest essence. Holly rested
her weight on his chest and closed her eyes.
He wrapped
his arms around her abdomen and placed his hands below her navel. His teeth tugged
her tee-shirt higher. He licked the small patch of skin he revealed. Holly
shuddered. The hairs on her arms raised in response to his soft tongue.
He
blew cool air against the wet spot. Her nipples hardened.
Holly
pressed her bottom into his body, wanting his tongue and hands on more
sensitive places.
He
obeyed her silent command. He cupped her ankles and caressed her legs up to her
hidden ass cheeks. Her bare, sensitized skin registered the lines on his palms
and the whorls of his fingertips.
He
squeezed the hem of her shirt over her ass and hissed in excitement when he saw
her panties. A pink satin bow sat right above her tailbone. Thin red straps of
lace led from the bow out to the leg band, creating a fan-like pattern over her
dark skin.
“So
beautiful,” he breathed against her cheeks. He cupped the sides of her hips,
just over her saddlebags, and squeezed.
His
action shocked her. Her hips were her least favorite part of her body, and he
was worshipping them as though they were delectable.
“You
have a perfect ass,” he growled. His lips vibrated against her. The buzz
traveled through her pelvic bone and set her clitoris alive.
She
couldn’t help herself. Holly ground her butt against his face. She willed him
to go faster, to put that delicious tingle where it would do the most good.
