Amira by Sofia Ross Read Free Book Online

only drank
wine a few times in her whole life.  She relaxed as they talked and felt that
warm comfortable feeling that she had before when they laid together. It could
have been the wine, but she had a feeling that it was the intimacy that was
rapidly growing between them.  Finally their bellies were full, and they
returned again to the sofa and sat together.
    He had lit the fireplace, and the candle still offered a warm glow
to the room.  Serena was getting sleepy, so she snuggled up closer to him, and
he put his arm around her.  He draped the soft blanket over her, and she laid her
head on his chest, holding him close.  As much as she fought it, her eyes
closed, and she drifted off to sleep as he stroked her hair and kissed her
forehead.  She listened to his heartbeat and felt his breathing become deeper
as it slowed to match hers.
    Something startled Serena from her slumber, and she looked up
around and everything was quiet; he was still holding her and looking down
lovingly at her and stroking her hair.  He said they should go lie down as it
was getting late and he had to be at the office at eight.  She apologized for
falling asleep and said it must have been the wine, and she said she couldn’t
stay because of an early class.  He stood and held out his hand to her; she
took it and he pulled her to her feet.  She assumed he would be taking her back
to pick up her car at the store, but instead he guided her to the bedroom,
pausing to extinguish the candle.
    They entered the bedroom which was lit only by a small lamp on the
nightstand.  He didn’t turn on the overhead light and said it would hurt her
sleepy eyes.  Serena paused for a moment, unsure even which side of the bed to
take, and he stood quietly in front of her.  He drew her into his embrace and
slowly kissed her.  As tired as she was, as soon as his lips touched hers, the
glow that was in the fireplace was now inside her. Her body responded to his
touch, and she returned his kisses, which were becoming deeper and more
intense.  She weakened in his arms as he led her closer to the side of the bed.
    He slipped his hands under the t-shirt that she was wearing, and
the warmth of his hands against her bare skin sent shivers through her body.
She felt her nipples harden as he lifted her shirt, his fingers grazing her
skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps.  He stopped kissing her only long
enough to pull it off over her head, and he quickly lowered his hands and
untied the drawstring of the flannel pants that she wore and slid them down. 
They fell to the floor as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her naked
body back into his warm embrace.
    His erection grew hard, pressing against her, and she could feel
the juices of her pussy flow warmly, ready for him to penetrate her.  They
kissed with as much passion as they did earlier, but this time it was deeper
and more relaxed.  They took their time, holding each other and tasting each
other and enjoying the intimacy of the moment, even if they both knew where
this was leading.  Her hands caressed and explored his body, undressing him
quickly until his masculinity was exposed, raw in all his glory.
    He sat her at the foot of the bed and gently laid her down and he
kneeled over her.  He started nibbling on her erect nipples. Serena moaned
softly as he teased them with his lips and tongue.  She reached below him and
stroked his hard cock and abandoned it to fondle his balls which hung above
her, and he began to suck on her nipples.  Her pussy was hot and fully
lubricated, waiting for him. She dug her heels into the bed and slid herself
from underneath him and scooted herself to the head of the bed.  There she
spread her legs and lay back again on the pillows.  He accepted this
irresistible invitation, eying her wet, open pussy lustfully and laid over her.
    The head of his cock glided through the wetness between her legs,
parting the lips, and she ached to have him inside her again.  Her