"Lee, Marylin - Dream Lover" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lee Marilyn)

Smiling with delight, she slipped her fingers in his hair and kissed him. That was all it took to shake his tenuous control. With a soft murmur of hunger, his big, gorgeous naked body slid up hers, delicious inch by delicious inch until the head of his lusciously hard penis came to rest between her parted thighs. That was nearly enough to send her into a climax.
Supporting his weight on his extended arms, he slowly began a sawing motion with his hips that caused the engorged head of his penis to rub against her pleasure button. At the exquisite, electric contact, he groaned. She cried out, clung to his arms, and helplessly threw her hips up against his. Then all the stars in the heavens exploded behind her eyes and she shuddered into her first heart-stopping orgasm. It was so intense, it left her sobbing with pleasure and release.
Pausing only long enough to kiss her into calm, he began the seductive movement of his hips again. In a matter of seconds, she was quickly awash in fresh waves of luscious release.
Still gasping, her eyes closed, she finally released his arms and fell back against the bed. Sighing happily, she lay spent amidst the creamy dampness that poured out of her body in response to the rhythmic thrusts of his shaft against her.
To think she had denied herself such sweet pleasure for so long. And all because, at nineteen, her high school sweetheart, in his haste to become a man, had roughly and painfully broken her hymen. It happened one night when his parents were away from home. They returned unexpectedly. He snatched up his pants and she pushed down her dress before he could do any more damage.
The experience left her disappointed and determined to wait for marriage before she let another man touch her. No man had been able to shake her determination. Until now.
Now that she knew what she'd been missing, what she'd denied herself, she was greedy for more pleasure. She was with the man who could give it to her. To encourage him to do just that, she spread her legs further in open invitation. She wanted to feel his weight on top of her and feel every pounding inch of his hard manhood buried deep inside her.
An eternity passed without him moving. Smiling contentedly, she opened her eyes. Her smile froze on her face and a hot flush covered her whole body. His silver eyes were now perfectly focused.
He didn't speak, but continued to lie there above her. His arousal still throbbed hot and heavy against her, even though his weight was supported by his arms. The look of dismay on his handsome face said it all.
Oh, sugar, Jade! Now you've done it. Why did you come back into this room and allow this to happen? What must he be thinking of you?
"I ... I should go ... so ... please get off me!" she whispered. When he didn't respond immediately, she tried to wiggle her lower body from under his.
Her thoughtless movement caused his penis to rub against the small, sensitive button between her legs. The resultant jolt made them both shudder and groan. Realizing what she was doing, she froze and stared silently up at him.
He looked down at her. His gaze rested briefly on her breasts before moving lower. She looked down her body where his gaze was arrested: at the damp patch between her legs where their bodies were almost joined. His eyes darkened and smoldered with passion. She held her breath at the seductive sight of his hard flesh at the very apex of her being.
His breathing quickened and just for a moment, she half- expected him to plunge his hard penis deep into her willing body. Half expected and wholly wanted.
But with a low, almost anguished groan, he closed his eyes and drew away from her. His manhood thudded against her hips as he rolled onto his side, his back to her. She scrambled off the bed, snatched up her clothes and ran across the room. At the door, she turned back.
He was lying on his stomach, his face buried in the pillow. His shoulders rose and fell with his deep, ragged breathing.
She closed the bedroom door and stood in the hallway, hurriedly pulling on her underwear, only to discard the panties again. They were soiled. She shimmied into her skirt and blouse. When she was dressed, she collected her cleaning supplies and flew out of the house.

Chapter Two
Reed Daniels stood in his shower under a steady stream of cold water. Each time he closed his eyes against the water spray, he saw himself lying on top of the sleek, naked body of a female who looked almost young enough to be jailbait. The expression in her liquid brown eyes was so beguiling that it threatened to melt every bone in his body - except his aching cock, which had been pressed against her slick, hot clit, poised to thrust deep into her.
Oh God! He closed his eyes and allowed his forehead to rest against the shower stall, the water still cascading over his head. He must have dreamed the whole thing. But it had felt so real. Her smooth, creamy skin had felt so enchanting under his hands and lips. Even now he shivered with unfulfilled desire as he recalled the gut wrenching thrill of having the head of his dick covered with the sweet liquid heat from the body of the woman he'd just finished sexing.
He was fairly certain it had been real. Besides, there were marks on his arms where she'd dug her nails into his flesh. It hadn't been a dream. And all the cold water in Philadelphia couldn't wash away the heady memory of her big, naked breasts crushed under his chest ... the sweet taste of her nipples in his mouth ... the musky smell of her aroused body.
And the worse part was, he didn't want to forget. He wanted to relish every second of their encounter, relive the contrast of her smooth skin against his tanned flesh, every little gasp and scream of hers as he'd pleasured her without penetrating her.
He frowned. At least he didn't think he had. He glanced down at himself. If he'd penetrated her, he wouldn't still be in such need - a situation he had to remedy. Taking his hard, aching erection in his hand, he lathered up, and began massaging and pumping himself. He closed his eyes and imagined the hand on him was smaller, feminine.
That mental image had the desired effect. He groaned aloud as he gave himself his release. When the shudders stopped, he sagged back against the tiled wall, his thoughts on the delightful creature who'd recently been in his bed. He sighed. There was something familiar about her. He should know her, but he couldn't quite place her. He had to find out who she was and how she had come to be in his bed so he could get her back there. Only next time, he wouldn't be feverish. And there would definitely be penetration. Lots of deep penetration.

"Are you sure there's no chance of your getting pregnant? You're sure he didn't come in you?"
It was a week and a half later. Saturday morning. As usual, Jade was sharing a late breakfast at her apartment with her best friend, Janny Harris.
Jade flushed, but she forced herself to meet Janny's gaze. "Yes," she said shortly. Maybe telling Janny about her experience with Reed Daniels had been a mistake. "He didn't actually put ... he didn't come at all and he wasn't actually ... in me."
That seemed to surprise Janny. "You're telling me he satisfied you and then stopped when you asked him to?"
"Well, he didn't really know what he was doing ... until my ... moans sort of woke him. He was feverish."
"But you knew what he was doing."
And she'd loved every second. "Yes."
Janny digested that in silence. Jade suspected she was shocked. And you would be too, if you had any shame.
"What were you doing there anyway?" Janny finally asked. "What's the point of being the boss if you're going to do the cleaning yourself? I have a stenographer, so I don't take shorthand myself."
"I like to keep my hand in," she said almost apologetically. She thought it better not to tell Janny how she'd been lusting after Reed Daniels from the moment she saw him.
Janny studied her face for several moments before going on. "So what are you going to do?"
"About what?"
"About him. I mean the man had sex with you against your will." She paused with a piece of bacon halfway to her mouth. "It was against your will. Wasn't it?"
"Yes," she said quickly. Then more slowly, "No. Oh, I don't know."
"Jade?" Janny prodded. "What's going on here?"
She hesitated. Her erotic fantasies of Reed Daniels were the only secret she'd ever kept from Janny. She pushed her nearly full plate of bacon and eggs away. "I mean ... once he ... kissed me, I didn't want him to stop. I just lay in his bed, with my legs spread wide, waiting ... wanting him inside me ... I've never felt so wanton and so lusty."
She blushed. "I've felt ... I mean I really wanted him to ... stick it in me ... hard. It was not rape," she said decisively. "I wanted him."
Janny seemed dazed by her admission. "So what are you going to do?"
"Nothing. He didn't do anything to me that I didn't want him to." In fact, he hadn't done enough, but she thought that was better left unsaid. "I would not trade that experience with him for anything," she went on. "So I'm going to just go on with my plans. The business is doing so well that it's time I learned enough to keep my eyes on my own books. I'm starting my accounting class at Community College Monday night."
"And his house? You're not going back there again, are you?"
"No. I'll send one of the other girls to clean it. So that's the end of it. We won't see each other again."
That seemed to nullify Janny's concern. "Well, that's a relief, but you don't sound very happy about that."
She shrugged, taking a deep breath. "I guess I'm not. I can't stop thinking about him. I lie awake at night reliving the whole experience."
Janny reached across the table to clasp her hand. "That's understandable. He gave you your first taste of sexual pleasure."