The pleasure of Vidal’s intimate caresses grew unbearable, completely obliterating shame from Rosalind’s mind. All conscious thought vanished as waves of sensation built in her. She was frightened now, not of him, but of what her body was doing, yet she couldn’t pull away. His fingers filled her and his tongue…oh God, that tongue! She felt as though she was on the brink, and she didn’t understand.
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Vidal did. So, her experience really cannot be extensive. Good. “That’s it, querida,” he murmured against her trembling flesh. “Don’t fight. Let it come.”
She did suddenly. With a wail, she arched her back hard, up off the bed as he spent long moments working her through the unbearable pleasure. Once her spasms began to ease, he straightened. Wrapping her legs around his back, he guide
